A month in, and he had seventeen skills.
Seventeen F-rank skills, to be precise about it, which he was, because precision was the only thing stopping him from putting his head through a wall.
He stood at the back of the staging area while Yuna's team ran their pre-entry checks and looked at his system window with the focused displeasure of a man reviewing a document that had personally wronged him.
SKILLS: SOUL BOND (Passive)
CARTOGRAPHER'S EYE (Passive)
WEAK STRIKE (F-rank)
NOISE SUPPRESSION (F-rank)
MINOR HEAT RESISTANCE (F-rank)
OBJECT APPRAISAL (F-rank)
SHALLOW BREATH (F-rank)
STEADY FOOTING (F-rank)
MINOR FALL RESISTANCE (F-rank)
BASIC THREAT DETECTION (F-rank)
SCAVENGER SIGHT (F-rank)
PAIN TOLERANCE I (F-rank)
ENDURANCE STEP (F-rank)
CRUDE MENDING (F-rank)
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