The magical exam passed by in a flash and the physical exam was soon beginning. A young man with light brown, hair walks to the center of the arena, "Alright! Keep your mouth shut you brats!" He yells out, silencing the chatter around instantly.
His dark eyes twitch, "My name's Dale, and I'm dealing with the physical examination. That means that my rules are the exam's rules. Got it?" No one answers.
"All you kids have to do is fight me with the intention to harm. Come at me any way you like. Magic is tolerated and weapons can be provided. Get a hit on me once, and you pass."
Murmurs begin as protests began pouring, "That isn't fair!"
"It wasn't like this last year!"
"No one told us about this."
"Aren't we all going to fail? Dale Crisson is a C-ranker!"
The murmuring increases in volume by the second, causing Licht to stir from his sleep. "What the fuck is all the noise about?" He murmurs, still half asleep.
"IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO ABIDE BY THE RULES THAT I MAKE, THEN GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" Dale booms. Licht's hands instinctively go to cover his ears. The noise itself causes the earth to shake, causing everyone to quiet down and shake in fear.
No one said a word. No one left the room. No one dared to argue with the man below them that smirked with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Now!" He begins, "Examinee no.1, Jame Bertin! Get down here!" Dale yells and Licht groans. 'Does he have to yell so loud,' He lamented as he dozed off steadily.
The examination continued and no-one had passed. At least, no-one from the commoner's group. Dale had intentionally gone easier on the noble children so as to get on their family's good side. Even someone like him could not escape their wrath.
Dale looks at his list, given to him by the school staff, and his jaw drops and he shook for a second. He gulps harshly, "Princess Elizebeth Elewiza Aria!" He calls out.
A girl wearing a cream-colored dress that was short up front, but longer behind. There were gold-colored linings that resembled veins, that patterned the dress. She wore knee-high black boots and her blood-red hair was tied into a half ponytail. Her pure golden eyes, which were exclusive to the royal family, glinted proudly as she gracefully walked down the stairs and stood opposite of her opponent.
She positioned her tall and slender body to begin, "Don't you dare hold back. Go easy on me, and I'll make sure you'll never take on another job as an adventurer." She warned and without a second thought charged towards Dale.
He furrows his eyes as he concentrates, "The flame that burns all, but harms not my skin, Fire Magic: [Flames' Embrace]." He chants as red flames appear to cover his entire boy frame and weapon.
The princess doesn't slow down but continues at her pace. She jumps into the air, "Sword Skill: [Heavy Slash]!"
"Wow," the crowd murmured. "Was that a sword skill?! I heard that those are extremely rare!"
Dale easily dodges, but the impact of the sword on the ground causes dust to rise, limiting Dale's vision. Elizabeth lands quickly with a crouch, "[Emperor's Quick Slashes]." She calls as a flurry of slashes and jabs are aimed at Dale.
He desperately blocks with his flame-covered sword, hoping that her's would eventually melt. But it shows no signs of such occurrence. He knew for sure that her sword was not normal, but he couldn't say a word. Going against the royal family would be suicide.
He successfully dodged all her attacks, but he had almost been hit a few times. He grits his teeth harder, as his frustration continues to rise. Dale begins his counter-attack as he moves in closer. He makes a leg sweep, disrupting her balance, and as she about to fall he gives her a kick to the stomach.
"Tell me when you give up," he taunts. Elizabeth gets up on her feet, with her face in an expression of fury. "[Demon's Fury]." She says as her figure disappears and a boom is heard.
Dale had crashed into the corner where weapons stored for the examination were kept. There was a dent on the wall where he crashed into, but he still looked fine. He had the body of a C-ranker after all.
Elizabeth had sweat dripping from her now pale face. It was obvious that the skill she had used took quite a lot from her. But others didn't care about that, a thirteen-year-old had just defeated a C-ranker. Everyone echoed this in their head as they quietly cheered.
"You pass." Dale stood up and dusted himself with a scowl. He wasn't frustrated anymore, now he was just pissed. He snatches the piece of paper from the secretary's grasp and scans for his next target.
"Licht Trea Hershold," he mutters to himself. "Dammit. He's a nob-...huh?" He questions as he looks more carefully. "How is it that this kid has a scholarship and the princess doesn't? And he's adopted too, huh."
"GET DOWN HERE, LICHT HERSHOLD!!"