SSS Awakening: I Can Class Change at will

"Sierra said to come over tomorrow morning."

Tom’s voice was casual as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes drifted briefly to Selene, who was clearly trying to avoid making eye contact.

"She’ll have breakfast waiting for you."

Moon nodded.

"Understood."

"I’m busy for the rest of the day. Meetings with the board. If you need anything from me, text. I’ll get back to you between sessions."

"Alright."

Tom’s gaze lingered on Selene for another half-second. His grin flickered at the corner of his mouth before he turned and left.

The door hissed shut behind him.

Selene visibly deflated with relief.

Moon turned toward her, drink still in hand before sighing, "Why do you look so suspicious?"

His mouth twitched.

Selene’s cheeks were still the color of a ripe strawberry, and her fingers were fidgeting with the pineapple wedge on the rim of her glass. They hadn’t done anything even remotely inappropriate. Nothing had happened. She was reacting like a girl who had been caught in the middle of a crime scene.

"I..."

She turned to face him, "I am not suspicious! That’s so mean!"

Her cheeks somehow managed to go even redder. She hid the color behind a long, extended sip of her drink, her eyes fixed on some distant point on the wall behind him.

Moon smiled quietly.

He let her recover in her own time. He knew from experience that pushing her further would only make her more flustered, and he wasn’t cruel enough to enjoy that for so long.

Instead, he set his drink down on the table beside him and picked up the practice bow again.

His voice was casual.

"Do you want to train with me?"

Selene’s face lit up.

The embarrassment melted off her face in an instant. Her eyes brightened and her drink came down from her lips, and she nodded with enthusiasm.

"Sure!"

Moon smiled.

"Let’s start then. Two hours of uninterrupted training."

Selene nodded firmly. She took her position at the lane beside his, nocked her first arrow, and settled into her stance.

Moon watched her for a moment, raising his eyebrow. Her form was traditional and clean. There were small inefficiencies in her draw that he could could correct, but the foundation itself was solid.

"You want to use a bow?"

Selene nodded her head, "Why not? It’s nice to learn new things, besides, who knows what happens in the future when I enter the River of Paths."

Hearing her reasoning, Moon smiled to himself, "Good thinking."

He turned back to his own lane and drew.

For the next two hours, they trained in silence.

Their arrows released in overlapping rhythms. The thump of impacts against the targets became music to their ears.

Moon shocked Selene several times during that window.

Looking at the number above the training dummy without seeing it was one thing. Standing in the lane beside him and watching how he produced such numbers was something else.

’He’s so proficient with everything.’

The thought was filled with admiration. Every discipline he touched, he mastered, putting those in such discipline to shame.

Rather than feeling any resentment, jealousy or event, Selene was filled with pride, channeling that feeling into fuel rather than to let it corrode her from the inside.

Moon’s attention was entirely on Deadeye.

He wasn’t just repeating the skill’s activation for the sake of proficiency gains, he was analyzing it. Trying to understand the underlying structure of the technique so he could refine it beyond its base form.

His proficiency climbed steadily.

By the end of the first hour, he had crossed sixty percent.

By the end of the second hour, he had reached ninety.

[Deadeye]

[Proficiency: 90%]

The gains weren’t coming from repetition alone. They were coming from the way he had structured his practice. He had spent the first hour drilling the base activation. The second hour had been spent breaking the skill down into its component principles and rebuilding them one at a time.

’Archery consists of five fundamentals. Grip. Stance. Draw. Anchor. Release. Master these and you have a foundation that any skill can build on. Weakness in any one of them shows through every shot you take.’

He had refined all five.

His grip had been too tight, so he relaxed it to transfer force cleanly through the arrow. He widened his stance for stability during high-power skill activations, tightened his draw path into a more efficient arc, raised his anchor point to the corner of his mouth for consistent alignment, and smoothed his release into a dead-hand relaxation that let the string do the work.

Those five refinements alone had improved his proficency by a visible margin.

Then he had moved to the intermediates.

’Breath control. Body alignment. Bow arm stability. Follow-through discipline. Draw weight optimization. Sight picture consistency. Timing between draw completion and release.’

The intermediates were harder. They didn’t produce visible improvements in a single shot. They compounded over dozens of shots to matter.

He worked through them one at a time.

He synchronized his breathing with his draw, releasing during the natural pause between exhale and inhale when his body was most stable. He aligned his shoulders, hips, and feet with the arrow’s flight, locked his bow arm into a strong frame, held his follow-through until impact, and calibrated his draw weight to match his strength so every ounce of force was delivered cleanly.

Every intermediate refined his technique further.

By the end of the second hour, his arrows were landing faster, stronger and more accurately. The number above the dummy continued to rise as his proficiency increased and his technique grew more refined.

His proficiency stopped climbing at ninety percent for some time before it ticked forward again.

Ninety-one.

Ninety-two.

The refinements were still producing gains. They were slower now, at the higher tier of proficiency, but they were still coming. Every intermediate he polished translated into another marginal improvement in the skill’s underlying execution.

Moon exhaled slowly and lowered the bow.

Selene had lowered her own bow at the same moment. She was watching him from her lane.

Moon turned to her, "You look tired."

"A little."

"Did you learn anything?"

"Watching you? Yes." She smiled. "You made me realize that I’ve been treating archery like something I did rather than something I’m learning. I’ve been going through motions I already know. I haven’t been refining them in a long time. Watching you refine every part of your form made me feel like a lazy student."

Moon shook his head.

"You’re not lazy. You’ve just been learning it wrong."

"That’s exactly what a lazy student would say."

"Alright. You’re a little lazy."

"Moon."

"I said what I said."

She laughed and threw the small towel from her rack at him. He caught it with his newly reattached hand, his coordination smooth now, the neural pathways fully reintegrated.

"Are you done training now?"

Moon shook his head.

"There’s still some things I need to refine."

Selene nodded. She had already suspected as much. She had watched him train enough times to know that a two-hour session was, for Moon, a warm-up.

"Alright. I’ll leave you to it. Yara should return to Earth in about an hour according to schedule. I’ll go pick her up."

Moon nodded.

"Sure. Enjoy."

She smiled at him, gathered her things, and headed for the door. It hissed shut behind her, and the training facility fell quiet again.

Moon exhaled and pulled up his skill status.

[Deadeye]

[Order: First]

[Level: 10] [Evolve]

[Details: Fires an explosive arrow that deals critical damage. +200% Damage. +150% Critical Damage]

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