Harry reached home around 3 PM. After changing into comfortable clothes, he had lunch with his family before heading to his room for a short nap. The events of the day had left both his body and mind exhausted.
He woke up at 6 PM, washed his face, got ready, and met his friend Ron outside. The two of them chatted casually on the way to the gym, talking about random things rather than school. For those two hours, Harry pushed every thought about Aetherbound, classes, and the future to the back of his mind.
After finishing their workout, Harry returned home around 9 PM. He had dinner, took a quick shower, and went straight to bed.
Harry didn't think about class at all—he was simply too tired.
He slept peacefully until 9 AM the next morning. Stretching lazily, he reminded himself that he still had a few days to enjoy his freedom. From Monday onward, real hell would begin. Even though he genuinely enjoyed fighting classes and weapons training, he knew they would demand discipline, countless hours of practice, and a tremendous amount of study.
Harry was a very efficient person. He valued time and always tried to use it wisely—it was one of his greatest strengths. If there was free time available, he preferred using it to prepare rather than wasting it.
After breakfast, he returned to his room, took out his notes, and began reviewing everything he had learned during the lecture. He carefully reread each page, trying to connect every piece of information. After nearly an hour, he sighed, closed the book, and leaned back in his chair.
"I almost had a clue... but it wasn't right."
He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before speaking again.
"According to Miss Mina, Aetherbound can only absorb energy through their hands, and it has to be the same type of energy."
He paused, deep in thought.
"I don't know what's wrong with me... I think I can absorb energy. But at the same time, I have no idea how it works... or what it does after absorbing it."
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Every answer seemed to create even more questions.
Not wanting to waste time, Harry opened his laptop and searched for articles related to rare or hidden abilities. Most of the information available online came from official government sources. However, the truly important details were either heavily restricted or completely classified.
He spent nearly two hours reading article after article, opening dozens of tabs, but nothing gave him the answers he was looking for. Most websites repeated the same basic information. Eventually, he closed them one by one with a disappointed sigh.
"If it's this easy to find, then it probably isn't a secret," he muttered before moving on.
Instead, he began researching resonance weapons. Their history fascinated him. Some had been developed only a few decades ago, while others had existed for well over a hundred years. Each weapon seemed to possess unique characteristics, yet very little detailed information about their inner workings was publicly available. The more he read, the more he realized how mysterious they truly were.
Harry stopped when he noticed the time. It was already lunchtime.
He went downstairs, ate with his family, exchanged a few casual words, and returned to his room. Feeling sleepy after spending hours reading, he decided to take another nap.
He woke up again at 6 PM, got ready, and met Ron for their usual gym session. Their workout followed the same routine they had maintained for quite some time. Harry enjoyed the consistency. It kept both his body and mind disciplined.
By the time he returned home at 9 PM, his muscles were sore, but he felt satisfied. He finished dinner, took another quick shower, and climbed into bed.
As he stared at the ceiling, one thought lingered in his mind.
"I only have one more day to learn about resonance weapons. After that, I need to focus on basic weapons... so I can keep up with the class and understand the teachers."
The thought repeated itself several times before his eyelids grew heavy.
Within minutes, Harry slowly drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.