[ The words hurt unexpectedly and he flinches backwards, averting his gaze as he hunches his shoulders inward. But he rubs a hand against the back of his neck and laughs it off anyway. ]

That's not really the problem. [ If anything, there wasn't anything he wanted more then to be useful to a new god. ] But I'm not quite desperate enough to put up a wanted ad on the BBS or some shit. What would I say, anyway? "Free to a good home, one no-good shinki who can't even cast a borderline?" It's fine. I'm sure I'll be reassigned soon. They're... usually pretty prompt about that.

[ Even if the last Training Day had come and gone without one. ]