Just got back from the guild training grounds. Took a slash from a B-rank goblin on the shoulder—skin split open, blood soaked through my training uniform. But what's a little pain? What really stuck with me wasn't the hurt—it was that moment of exertion, muscles tearing and tensing, like a reminder that I'm still alive. Tonight, I'm hitting the black market for a low-grade mandrake root to brew some salve. Got to be up early for sword practice again. This life is like dancing on a blade's edge—one misstep and it's all over. But honestly? I kind of enjoy the tension. What about you all? Raiding dungeons tonight, or hiding out at home with some coffee?