The life as a student of the academy was peaceful but also extremely plain.
Rules can help the weak but can also restrain the strong.
A life in a cage was something that Noah had tried to avoid in both his lives.
As the cultivators in the Hunters' guild looked at him, he knew that they weren't naïve brats.
'They surely had their share of battles.'
That was his first thought when they began to inspect him.
Noah didn't hesitate and walked steadily toward the end of the room, his eyes never lingered on any of the men staring him.
As he was halfway through the chamber though, a tall burly man stood up and blocked his way.
Noah stared at the man and he did the same, they were probing each other.
'He is stronger than me.'
Noah concluded in his mind but his eyes never moved from him, enduring the pressure that the man applied to his mental sphere.
'But he is only a rank 2 mage.'
