I am not the strongest; I am not the smartest; I am not the toughest.
In spite of my great abilities, I am not even the most flexible or skilled.
With the exception of costly Titan abilities, I don't even have access to more than other people of my levels.
But where I shine is I've been kicked over and robbed enough times that I can recover quickly, even when waking up in my bloodied smallclothes.
First, start washing the clothes. Few things say "I'm weak, rob me." like bloodstains. Besides, it gives your hands something to do while you're taking inventory of what you still have.
You have your System, and your levels, your XP, your spells and abilities. You might have some unused mana...
Crap.
If it's been a week or more since you've cleaned your aura, do that as well.
Gods!
Speaking of gods... Full moon wasn't that far off.
Yes, I know what the enemy troops are doing. No, Rhishi isn't about to discover that using the methods he's using. It's irritating, as an author, to know the protagonist isn't doing something.
But... it's not something Rhishisikk would think of. Especially with the information he has, it just wouldn't occur to him. Too many role-playing games, I guess. In any case, although I want him to be smart and have moments of insight, this isn't one he would have.
As always, thank you for your continued readership; it lets me know that while I might not be meeting the needs of the average reader on this platform, my work is appreciated by some of you.