Third Disciple
A charming young man strode in an hallway that led him to a closed room at the end of it. With a blindfold and a sword, Ken casually strode, his mind processed and solidified things he planned for the future that was, unfortunately, not in his hands.
'Had I known things would be this way, I would have focused on the game's story mode at least for the sake of it…..probably' He thought, not really convinced at his own thoughts.
He then wondered over why he was thinking so much about things that have already happened, that was a bit too unlike him.
"is this another effect of [Superlative Emotions]?" Ken mused.
After walking away from the crowd, Ken asked Ela to retreat back to the room or join the 'Weapon Arts' class, which he was skipping.