Raiden groaned, rolling over on his bed with a muffled grunt. Every muscle in his body screamed at once.
"Ughhh… what fresh torture is this?"
The answer came in a dull throb radiating from his shoulders, his back, and somehow even his fingers. His sword hand ached like it had been used as a training dummy itself. Then again… it had.
He sat up slowly, hair sticking in every direction, grimacing at how stiff his body felt. Yesterday's training had been — in his personal estimation — an act of cruelty disguised as mentorship.
Then it hit him.
"Oh no… I forgot to heal myself."
He slapped his forehead with a groan. Of course he had. He'd come home, eaten, complained, gone to bed — and completely forgotten he had the [Healing Touch] skill for this exact reason.
"Genius, Raiden. Absolute genius."
He sat cross-legged on his bed, pressing his palms together as he activated the skill. Soft, warm mana began to gather between them.
"[Healing Touch]," he murmured.
