A Test of Mastery
“Bye, Mama!!” “Good luck, sweet heart. Don’t forget to kick, alright!?” The kick is terms of my mother by the sense of support for me whenever I got myself some test to challenge. Today is the trial of combat, the situated battle arena for us to have a duel as the finals for this semester. I tried to navigate my powers as much as I can learn from, of course, and I can only fixed myself to notice the ability that I currently possess in a small portion of it. So far, the one thing that I could have from this hand is this.... Ermmm...... random ability. It’s not wrong to read that one out loud. I only need to push my hands in front and the dice of my luck is rolling out from the tip of my fingers. At times, it usually be offensive abilities that forced to show up from the white glow over bo
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