I started writing a flyer.
“Two Healers Seeking Team.
First-year students with advanced healing knowledge. Skilled in emergency care, pain reduction, strength enhancement. Capable of treating poison, bites, bullet wounds, fractures, and more. Interviews before team confirmation. Contact number below.”
I printed it and snuck out in the middle of the night to pin it on the school’s bulletin board. I made sure no one saw me.
In my head, I was sure of one thing: there was no healer stronger than me in this school, not even the teachers.
So if I could prove myself capable, I wouldn’t need to worry about finding a team.
Because when it came down to the real games, no one would care about those stupid popularity contests. They’d care about survival.
A night passed. The next morning, on my
