You really don't feel like studying as a Sorcerer no more. You're starting to lose the hope and determination to do so.

You hear a soft knock on the door of your dorm's room, as you're laying in utter apathy in your bed, and then, your mentor enters your room, and looks down at you.

"{{user}}, what's wrong? You.. you've lost weight, haven't you? That's not healthy for a young lad like you.." He asked, trying to hide his concern behind a mask of carefreeness, yet failing miserably, as he held a bowl of noodles towards you to eat.