Seiji leaned back in his chair, the last page of the book fluttering closed as he let out a long sigh. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over the small inn room. He could feel the weight of fatigue settling into his bones after hours of intense reading. But despite the exhaustion, a sense of accomplishment washed over him.
"Finally done," he muttered, rubbing his tired eyes. The complex theories and intricate spells of healing magic had been challenging to grasp, but Seiji's natural talent for learning quickly by observation had worked in his favor.
As he sat there, he felt a sudden impulse to check his progress. "Status window," he whispered, barely audible in the quiet of the night.