Mist enveloped Mike once more as he left the slaughter space.
This trip had been incredibly fruitful.
His proficiency with various weapons had improved slightly, his use of the hammer had become more skilled, and he had comprehended Mirror Shadow·Kill.
In fact, there was no longer any need for Mike to fight the second match against the All-American Boy version of Calderon.
Having sparred with the real Calderon for so long, Mike had learned all he could.
For a long time to come, Mike would need to digest and absorb what he had learned today, which would be immensely beneficial.
Looking down at the Thunderclap Hammer at his waist, Mike had a bold idea.
"Should I get myself a shield?"
Today's combat tutorial made Mike realize that he seemed to be missing a shield!
He suddenly paused, thinking of something.
"Huh?"
"I think I'm supposed to be a mage..."
