A Well-Intentioned Lie

Short-distance sprint: Below the normal baseline

The list of test results displayed on the screen was almost entirely marked with red crosses. Failed.

Indeed, with those results... for Yae Rin to enter an academy like St. Freya, which trained Valkyries, was nothing short of a joke.

Not to mention that she had no Stigmata.

At that moment, Yae Rin sat weakly off to the side, slumped in her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Through this test, she seemed to have finally seen her own level for what it was.

"Here, drink some salt water. Have something to replenish your energy later." Ren Yu handed her the cup in his hand.

The girl took the cup and drained it in one gulp. Then she stared blankly at her hands and softly said, "I'm sorry, Lord of Spirits... I let you down. I wasted so much of your time and effort, yet Rin... couldn't give you anything in return."

When her gaze landed on the wooden sword beside her, she suddenly murmured, "Sister..."

She recalled the sight of Yae Sakura standing tall and dashing, casually batting away an incoming soccer ball with her scabbard.

The loss in Yae Rin's heart deepened, an indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

Before this, she had actually dreamed of becoming someone as capable and independent as her sister.

How utterly overconfident of her.

During training, Yae Rin had also finally understood what those so-called Stigmata were.

They were something extraordinarily special, and extraordinarily powerful.

By using Honkai Energy to activate a Stigmata,

one could unleash all sorts of miraculous effects and greatly strengthen oneself. Once equipped with Valkyrie armor and specially made weapons, one could fight a hundred enemies alone, command the wind and rain, just like those superpowered individuals in film