Races: Online

Han would eventually place his fork down, the argument stemming between him and Penelope now seemed a little useless in the light of all other things. What did this do for him? It was for Ellynn's sake, but trying to defend her against someone so convinced of their fault would only waste his time.

Timothy was smart enough to avoid eating lunch here—at least he had his time on his own hands.

And though it was pleasant to be here, he managed a smile, "I'll be going now as well, got to study on some things to catch up." there were other things that he could do that was more worth his time than this.

"Is that so?" Sir Leon de Harrington raised a brow. "A small pity, but I'll ask for your input on my ideas at a later time, after class perhaps?"

"U-uh, we'll see!" He knew there was something that required his attention. Han waved at the others giving their own goodbye and then left the dining hall—and despite looking, there were no signs of any cloaked Half Elf at all.

Han shook his head and glanced at the hallway.

It was somewhat deserted, nobody was around. It might just be the perfect place to work out on some things? No. He needed to find another even more narrow hallway. Han scampered off in hopes of building his body and his Skills. And it was in a spot close to the entrance of the Hidden Library that he found his first obstacle.

The walls were quite narrow that it made him question the architecture but it fitted with his goals. He needed to improve his current Skills, or at least level up—he had nearly lost his head with his current status points during his time at Professor Carnus' class and had gotten a beatdown with Lu Rei's staff at Professor Uriel's class.

He was still far too weak.

Maybe it was wrong for him to spread out his Classes? He got Peasant and Student because it was required, but so far, Rogue and Psion weren't mixing well. He shook his head and glanced at the narrow hallway, he had managed to do it during the obstacle course prepared by the Academy, he could do it here.

Han leapt to one side of the hallway, the soles of his feet making contact with the wall—and he landed back on his feet. He didn't stick to the wall, but that was an obvious thing. "Rogues, Ninjas and Assassins… they're supposed to be good at this stuff."

The young man braced himself and then swung to the wall—and hit his ankle at the wall. He took a sharp inhale and grasped his foot, biting back a swear. He hopped on one foot, and clutched his ankle,"This is just stupid," He hadn't even mastered sticking to one wall and then leaping to another.

"But that was just a trial." Somehow talking to himself helped his mood.

It was a self pep talk if you will.

He looked up to see the ceiling of the building and it was indeed a great height—he only noticed now that there were some chandeliers hanging overhead filled with light orbs. "Surely someone has to clean the ceiling to prevent cobwebs and dust from accumulating, so either the Janitor is some Spider Man Beast or they fly." 

Han ran up to one wall and then bounced off the other—and slipped back down to the ground. "Not bad, but let's get higher." And so began the young man's training to scale and jump back and forth between the narrow hallway to reach the top. He slipped despite the Skills. Barely caught himself and didn't exactly land like a cat on other times.

He might have twisted his ankle for real at one time—well it hurt a lot.

But this was where his [ Skill - Lesser Endurance - Lvl 12 ] came into play. It wasn't even hot yet sweat sheened off the man's forehead and arms, he shook his head and wiped his forearm across his face. He wasn't going to let a simple wall be his downfall. The man opened his Inventory Screen and pulled out the Healing Potion that Ellynn had given him.

It was his only one bottle and so he only took a sip.

"Alright, that hits some of the spot," he closed the top of the bottle and returned it back into his Inventory. Hopefully placing his items there prevented spoilage or anything of that sort. He ignored the Goblin's toenail clippings again and fought the urge to chuck it out of the Inventory—he wasn't going to touch them.

But concentrate time again. 

His [ Skill - Basic Reflexes ] had risen to level six from its previous five whereas [ Basic Agility ] hadn't budged at all from its level eight spot. The higher that his Skill improved, the higher was the benchmark for the Skills to improve again. Han stretched for one moment and took a deep breath.

Again.

And again.

When he was about five feet up in the wall—he fell.

[ Instinctual Dodge ] worked and prevented him from hitting the floor face-first. It even leveled up to six as well—his Rogue Skills were improving. And they were far easier to improve than those of his Psion Class, which was appropriate because he was essentially working out. Han checked the time on his status screen and saw that he still had fifteen minutes left before the next class.

"There's been some improvement."

He needed to acknowledge that and pat himself in the back. it was only through sheer use of his body that he managed to stay up and reach a good height above the walls while switching back and forth. Han stretched one more time and cracked his knuckles, he bounced on his heels, "This will be the last time—parkour!" 

Right before he could jump into the next wall—a screen appeared in front of him.

Han barely saved himself from hitting his head as he dropped back to the floor. The blue screen in front of him showed the reply from the Message that he had been waiting for, a wave of anxiety stirred in his chest. Did she agree? He was almost afraid to actually check the message. 

What if it was a no?

His blood was pumping through his veins but the color might drain away from his face once he read the contents. Maybe he should check it after Class? Han raised an arm and wrinkled his nose, "Wish I had Penelope's cleaning charm, could get rid of the funk." He then shut the screen for a moment and decided to head back to his room.

He couldn't get to his next class with his drenched clothes.

It was better to check the message after he was all clean after all, "I mean what could she want?" Han asked himself as he jogged towards the Dewrowan Tower. "Or what if she doesn't want anything at all?" If this plan failed… he might have to beg the Moderator to include the Inventory as one of the other things his Soul could calibrate to back on Earth.

Not to steal—definitely not, but his items could probably be sold?

Yeah. That was the plan. A back-up plan in its own right, but also a good plan as well. He could come clean to Mou Gu and reveal that he's got… Sage Grass? Maybe a cultivator could find some use for it. An alchemical brew or something, right? And that was why his Inventory should be opened for him on Earth. He'd find more use for his Gather Resource and Crafting Skills that he had sometimes forgotten actually existed. 

The man slipped into a new fresh pair of shirts. He hadn't bothered with including the clothes and stuff that Timothy got for him at the Rockfall Village into his Inventory, it was better to still have things laid out in his room or it'd be too suspiciously clean. Now that Han was finally clean and he had even managed to shower real quick—

"Great, I'm going to be late for class!" Han sped out of his room and ran for his classroom. The response for the Mermaid would just have to be done later, he ran and barely made it on time.

Well, he was actually late.

"It seems that you've come to join us," Professor Owen Liddel managed a small smile in his greeting and he gestured to the front row. "Please have a seat, Han, if I can recall your name correctly."

"Ah, yes, sir. That's me." He scratched the back of his head and went for his seat. Han would soon join his friends and plopped down on his seat. 

Donovan would snicker at him, "Took a bath? Seriously." And yet his attention wasn't on him or Sir Leon de Harrington but their Professor. The man's good mood was somewhat nerve wracking, especially with all of the gleeful expressions of other teachers from earlier. It felt like almost everyone was out to get him.

What were they going to do with him this time?