Five days later
Today, I visited Glacial Sphere Academy's administrative office. The corridors were unusually quiet for the afternoon. My footsteps echoed softly until I stopped in front of the wide oak door marked Administrative Affairs.
When I entered, the administrative chief—an elderly man with thin silver-rimmed glasses—looked up from his paperwork. His brows furrowed as I handed him the form.
He scanned it once, then again, his sigh heavy and long. "You're dropping out?" he asked, disbelief lacing his tone. "After working so hard to stay at the top?"
I nodded silently.
He leaned back in his chair, clearly reluctant. "Because of your countless contributions, you became popular and the Awakener's Association has already prepared a title for you. Since you're the only Awakener who primarily uses a dagger, they've decided on 'Shadowblade'. If you graduate, you could live like a celebrity."
