The first monster I met was smaller than my breakfast plate. It waited beyond the training barrier, clear enough that I could see the stone through its body. A faint dark spot moved near the center when it turned toward the light.
Lesser Glass Slime. F-rank.
I had ignored hundreds of them while walking to places the game considered more important. This one moved toward my boot.
I moved the boot back.
"Stay behind the line," Veylan said.
I had already managed that part. I would have appreciated an instruction that gave me something new to do. The morning's private room period had involved footwork and a wooden blade. No new release. My shoulder still objected to the wider turns, so the assistant kept me on the shorter mark.
The foundation-floor visit came afterward. Six students, two staff, one route entered in the return register before we went down. I had expected a doorway into a dungeon.
