Mitsuki looked at his hand as he opened and closed his fist. He was mesmerized, appreciating the fact that he had his arm back once again.
'It still doesn't feel real. Should I test it against some beast? I'm not sure if it'll hold up, but Ellegaard told me I needed to train it until it matches the rest of my body.'
He got out of bed and put on his poncho.
'Maybe the guild has a mission that'll help with that. I don't know, like raiding a troll nest or exterminating a squad of level 30 goblins. There has to be something for me.'
With that thought in mind, he left the inn.
No one actually saw him leave. At this point, Mitsuki was like a soft cloud of ash drifting through the world. Even though he was fragile and water could turn him into mud, he still floated forward as if that wasn't a big deal.
