Dragged into the professor's office before I could even have my pasta, I glanced over at the Dungeon Studies professor, who was holding his head in frustration.

At the time, I'd been barely thinking straight and just acted on impulse, but, looking back, I had beaten up a few people right in front of a crowd. Not that I regret swinging my fists; it’s just, well, if you ask if it was a good or bad thing... let's say it leans heavily toward "bad."

Everyone in the cafeteria witnessed it, so there’s no chance of sweeping it under the rug. …