'Now… What should I eat for dinner today?'
Rael thought as he walked casually toward his dorm.
With Bearlo off on some secret training and not returning until tomorrow, Rael would have to cook for himself.
And cooking and Rael had never gotten along.
He knew how to cook, he had spent most of his previous life without parents and it was a skill he picked up as he grew.
That, however, didn't mean he liked it.
'But oh well… I just need to make sure I don't blow up the kitchen again and I'll be fine.'
The thought brought a memory.
His first attempt at cooking, when he had nearly blown up the orphanage kitchen.
"If not for that depressed bastard Noah saving the day," Rael muttered. "The whole orphanage would have become orphaned."
He let out a wide smile at his own words.
"Good old days."
He didn't even know why the words slipped out so naturally as he drew closer to his dorm.
Just then, Rael's senses screamed as he heard a sharp whistle of air cut past him from the side.
