[h3]「Sirius」[/h3]
After making sure Vera would be okay, Sirius retreats to his own room. He doesn’t bother turning on the light and leans against a wall. Several seconds of silence pass before Sirius balls his fist and slams it into the wall. 
This is the [i]second[/i] time he and others nearly died. 
He wrongfully thought that because he faced death yesterday, he would be more prepared today. 
Sirius needed to be [i]better[/i]. 
He takes in several slow, deep breaths to calm himself down a little. He had been too worried about Vera and too shocked after the incident to let himself feel properly. 
The Holy manabeast today was his fault. He should’ve sensed something was off -- he sensed the other deer just fine with their abundance of Light mana. But somehow the fact that he didn’t sense anything from the obviously glowing deer didn’t tip him off. 
Sirius creates a small orb of light and examines his right hand gingerly. There doesn’t seem to be any signs of damage aside from the swelling. 
He treks back to the nurse and sheepishly offers his hand for her to heal. The nurse thankfully doesn’t question him about it and makes his hand normal again. Sirius thanks her graciously and leaves for the training facility in the orphanage. Partway there, he pauses and figures that he should check up on Riss to see how he was doing. 

Sirius braces himself for the stench that would be no doubt coming from Riss’s room and walks to his door, opening it. Riss seems to be laying in bed and moaning in pain. Shaking his head slightly, Sirius picks him up and takes him to the nurse as well. The nurse raises an eyebrow at Sirius’s quick reappearance and Sirius only offers a light-hearted shrug. He was unsure of what happened to Riss or what caused his ailment, but it wouldn’t surprise Sirius if it was due to the state of Riss’s room. It appears as if Riss would take some time to recover so Sirius departs (again) for the training room. 

The stench of sweat and body odor permeates the training room, a relatively simple area stocked with weights, punching bags, and other implements to improve oneself physically. 
Sirius makes his way to a punching bag and throws out a punch experimentally. The leather material absorbs the impact easily and he punches with his other hand. 
Once Sirius settles into a good rhythm, his mind wanders onto other topics. 
What should he do in the future? Sirius sure wasn’t confident in hunting more manabeasts without substantial progress on his part. It was foolish of him to expect anything different on the second day. He had his new artifacts but they hardly helped in dealing with the real threat. 
Taking time off to train and help out around the orphanage certainly wasn’t a waste of his time either. His accuracy with using mirrors to aim and redirect light also had a lot to be desired. 
Repaying his debt was still urgent, although he had more leeway than a lot of the kids for joining relatively late. Sirius figures if people with bigger debts could pay theirs off in time, he should be able to pay his off. 

Beads of sweat are rolling down Sirius’s face from the physical exertion. He grabs a clean towel from a stack and dries his face. He takes a deep breath in and out. 
All he had to do was focus on training for a bit, and he’d be good to go. Or at least better off. 
He takes a shower, revelling in the feeling of sweat and grime being washed away, and goes to eat dinner. Sirius exchanges a few pleasantries with the people there and then turns in early for the night.