Full-Scale Brawl

"Is that good? Did you have a good time?" Jake cringed as he rubbed his temples over his horrible headache.

His Soul had finally returned to its fleshy shell. The return to reality was brutal and he reflexively closed his eyes to avoid losing his temper as he read the crooked letters of a wooden sign indicating the name of the temple square and the adjacent streets. Even the amateurishly carved inscriptions on the Prophetic Stele made him feel itchy.

"It's going to be hard..." Jake muttered, biting his tongue to quell his frustration.

"What's going to be hard?" The little Minmin's squeaky voice asked innocently from inside his mantle.

Too lazy to answer, Jake asked another question,

"How long did it take me to get my Soul Class?"

Trash counted with his fingers before realizing he couldn't count. Even if he could, he didn't have a watch or any way of knowing the time. Jake facepalmed, suddenly feeling drained, but fortunately the fairy was able to answer him.