17 Zoph's Diary Part III

From the Journal of Zophiel

September 5, Hontswell (King of Myrll, currently) Period

On estimate, each one of us losers lasts about 25,000 days on this planet. Each year lasts around 365 days. Each one of those years is 525600 minutes. Each minute is 60 seconds.

Originally, I came here to learn whatever I could from Garyn. This was probably planned behind my back as a means to accelerate my development as some sort of warrior. Nevertheless, I'm grateful for my stay here, turbulent though it may be.

I've just received word that the two people who abducted Kate and I were originally supposed to pretend to get on our bad sides, gauge our talent levels, then return us back home, safe and sound.

And they ended up doing what they did. Thankfully, the blow I inflicted on the laserbeam-shooting man from a few weeks ago didn't kill him. Last I heard, they were standing trial in front of the Elders.

But the whole situation revealed that there are people out there who want me harmed. As a prophylactic to prevent such things from happening, I've been quarantined. Confined to my room, left with my sword, with instructions to practice, but not to break anything.

But I can't fault the decision. I mean, they probably made it with my safety in mind.

That being said, these are the people who allowed me to take a wolf head-on.

What I mean to say is that I'm pretty frustrated that I seem to be wasting time. I feel the need to stretch my legs out, run around, and boost my stats up. I've been locked up in my room with Aoi, a few books, and toys meant for children.

Ironically enough, I am a child. It's annoying how nobody listens to children these days.