Fujiwara sighed as he wiped the non-existent digital beads of sweat off his face before sheathing his katana. That little grind session let him hit level 8, but the result of the training was more than that. In fact, a new «Katana Skill» had come to his attention as he practiced on the wolves in the vicinity- «Rakuyo». Like a falling leaf dictated by the wind, the skill had its own movement: two slashes melded together as one. It felt so much more natural than stabbing, which was nice. Smiling at his progress, Fujiwara glanced at the time before moving back to the town's entrance, distributing skill points as he went- two in strength and one agility, as always.

"Crap, too little time to do anything else..." he said as he approached the entrance. Waving at the people already there, Fujiwara motioned for them to start heading out.