Food then sleep.

You train for the rest of the day with Jotor, working through how to use a net in battle and learning more shield techniques, you practice throwing your trident and call it a day.

You head back to the Hull, (that's what everyone calls it) and get ready to rest. Apparently there's a sort of contest tomorrow. Your mind is swimming in a mix of disbelief and unease. You can feel these people beginning to rely on you, they expect you to protect them from the coming threats. You grip your blankets and sigh. You can still feel the trident in your hand, whizzing through the air and following your will.

You go to sleep thinking of what to name the trident. You can feel it from across the room, it lays perched atop your desk. It hums. It wants a name.

As you drift into dreams of the ocean floor and the dark depths of the waters, you feel two words float to the surface of your mind.

Current and Typhoon.

Choice: What name will you pick for your trident?

Current: Provides better homing and range.

Typhoon: More powerful impact, increased throw speed.