It was nighttime when Damian dragged his tired body back to his room.
After learning from Professor Blackwood, he'd gone to the forest behind the Academy to train his Abyssal Slaughter weapon art.
There was still no trace of the old man who'd taught him the art. It was as if he knew Damian would need to practice extensively before requiring his guidance again.
When Damian entered his room, the first thing that caught his eye was the broken bed.
'Sigh… I need to get that removed later.'
He didn't bother with it. He just placed the axe on the wreckage and went to lie down on the floor instead.
As he tried to get some much-needed sleep, his mind wandered to the future.
'Tomorrow's the day when the clubs start recruiting.
I didn't think much about this social construct thing before. But after understanding what it really meant from Brian… I hate that shit.'
Damian's face displayed coldness as he remembered the information that had slipped from Brian's mouth earlier.
