"Shit! I barely managed to pass the first year. What will I do if I fail the third year? I already have a mountain of debt piling up."
Under the cool shade of a banyan tree, a sharp-eyed young man was sitting with his back against the thick trunk of the tree.
"My father will disown me if I keep going like this. If it had not been for that bastard, I would not have lost so many points."
He slammed his fist against the trunk in frustration and grumbled under his breath.
"If I do not graduate this year, no respected foundation would take me in…"
The more he thought about it, the more he despaired.
"If only there was a way for me to suddenly become smart. Maybe awakening my sacral core right now would solve all my problems, but…"
He looked at the sky through the gaps between the branches and whispered, "but with my talent of two stars, even that is not possible."
