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... seventeen.
Not swordsmanship.
Not martial arts.
Not even magic or finance.
No—his technique was far more elusive.
Strategic Laziness.
The moment the teacher turned around to scribble formulas on the board, Jay leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Not asleep, not quite awake—somewhere in the sweet spot where reality couldn’t bother him.
"Oi, Arkwell!" hissed a voice from behind. "The test is today!"
Jay responded with a sof ...
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