Chapter Type: Mild Conflicts (Contests), Slice of Life
One would think that having a bum leg would keep one from participating in a tournament's contests. That perhaps one's female companions, being the gentler gender, would be compassionate, and not drag one at sprinting paces down every road in Neo Esteban.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" Kismet urged, making a decent attempt at tearing my arm off.
"My fatigue meter is limited to my health." I reminded her.
"So, whip up some healing magic." She said.
Tarantula looked impressed. "Can you do that? Heal without the full ritual?"
"Not yet." I said. "It doesn't stop her or Madonna from asking that of me."
Gamilla got to sleep in, why was I needed here? It wasn't like I had any coin.
I discovered the truth of the matter before lunch of that first day.
A child was crying over her toy, broken by a jealous brother.
Kismet shoved me toward her. I looked at her over my shoulder.