Phew… Is there still nothing for me to do?
Why am I stuck relaxing in the equipment storage room of all places? Honestly, what a weird spot to be left in. Well, I guess it's better than nothing. At least it's quiet here—no chaos, no sudden attacks, and no one breathing down my neck.
Come to think of it, the president doesn't have any combat-related skills, does she? So, that means she's one of those naturally overpowered types, huh? It's always the quiet ones, I guess. The ones you least expect, who turn out to be absurdly strong in ways that don't even make sense. Anyway, I'm grateful that the notifications have calmed down a bit. Though they're still annoying enough to interfere with daily life.
That being said, just hiding like this is boring. It feels… unproductive. At the same time, I feel bad about it. Like I should be out there, doing something, helping in some way, even though I know I'd just get in the way.
