Even if Lightchaser was pushing her to win a Divine Game championship in her third year, that had never been the real goal.
From the start, Lightchaser's training plan had always been for a lifetime, not just a single tournament.
From the moment a student first touched magic until graduation, this was her golden growth period.
If, during this crucial stage, she didn't learn to think on her own—if she didn't get used to grinding skills through relentless practice, but instead just waited for scrolls to be handed to her—her talent would be wasted.
She'd never grasp the essence of a skill. She'd just keep relying on lucky bursts of inspiration, letting the flames of her soul crash against probability, hoping to stumble into understanding.
And when faced with a tricky skill or an enemy she couldn't handle, the only thing she'd think was—What skill did the bear just use?
But the truth was, the bear hadn't used any skill at all.
