SSS Rank: Spellcraft Sovereign

Literally upside down. Feet hooked over the backrest, arms hanging loose, head nearly touching the floor.

Lucen blinked.

Gen smiled from his inverted position. "Everyone gone?"

"Mostly."

"Nice."

Lucen stared at him.

Gen grinned wider. "This is the part where I ask how a C-rank Spell Tracer blew apart a reaper’s mask without casting a single proper tracer spell."

Lucen didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

Just said, "This is the part where I pretend not to know what that sentence means."

"Mm. Fun game." Gen swayed a little. His hair hung down toward the floor like it was trying to decide if gravity was real.