Kaizen buried his forehead deep in his palm and shook his head slowly, his messy silver hair falling over his eyes like a curtain of pure regret.
'Man, even when I supposedly know the plot and the world settings, I am still batting a thousand on terrible decisions.'
It was almost comical at this point. Destiny wasn't just a river carrying him along, it was a toilet bowl, and Kaizen was circling the drain no matter how hard he swam against the current.
He had somehow survived a D ranked boss encounter, a brutal mountain trek, successful tax fraud negotiations, and constant harassment from main characters, only to willingly walk into a literal shack that smelled like a brewery mixed with poor life choices.
Mr. Finch was currently shaking the Professor vigorously by the shoulders. It looked significantly less like waking a respected mentor and significantly more like trying to resuscitate a large, expensive bag of flour that had given up on life.
