Sora Sanako, Mystic-level gravity artist.


    Mystic. This was clearly the peak of mana arts, and the sight of these techniques always gave her chills. Even a thousand Gold Martials didn’t wield power at this scale, and that proved that people had gotten weaker over time.


    One foot in front of the other. Dominant arm extended outward. Other arm curled up behind you.


    Seriously? They were fighting mana beasts with him? He might be a good informant, but—


    Shit. Never mind.


    You’ve made it this far, she reminded herself.


    No one can take this away from us.


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    Anyway.” Darren spent a full second clearing his throat, pointedly not looking at either of them. “An entry-level accountant can make twenty coppernotes per hour. Or one point six silvernotes per day. Plus you can move up a pay grade every year. More money for the same amount of time.”


    two is armor.” She knocked a fist on her black leather vest. Akari glanced at Darren and Kalden, who wore vests of a similar style.


    Damnit. The other girl had the same school uniform, so she probably recognized it.


    More advanced aspects. Akari liked the sound of that.


    Ever heard of knocking? The question sprang to Akari’s lips, but she didn’t let it out. She already knew the answer.


    What the hell? Akari sprang to her feet. Adrenaline raced through her veins, and her instincts told her to run.


    How? How did she know where to look?


    If it’s so useless, then why do you care? But once again, she held her tongue.


    Damnit. She and Noella hadn’t been alone like this in several months. After all that training, she should have been stronger. She should have fought back.


    Never again.