"Hero Nathan?" Oscar's voice cut through my contemplation as I surveyed the array of weapons before me. While I had already settled on a light armor that wouldn't impede my movements, I found myself hesitating when it came to choosing a weapon.
I turned to face him. "What?"
"What are you doing?" he inquired, clearly taken aback by my presence in the armory.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm selecting a weapon," I replied, puzzled by his question.
"That's not what I meant. Why are you picking a weapon?" Oscar pressed further, his confusion evident.
His question didn't surprise me. After all, I had been absent from most of his training sessions, and when I did participate, my lackluster performance hardly inspired confidence. But my reasons were my own, driven by a desire to monitor the progress of certain individuals—Jason, Aiden, and Sienna, to name a few.
