Stroph was silent for a while and then nodded a little.
"This is a test for a second rank fighter. You need to hit seven moving holograms in 5 seconds." After these words Anthony immediately started the timer.
Though the holograms began to move, it wasn`t a problem for Stroph, all seven targets were struck for an inconceivable time for the ordinary schoolboy - 2.3682.
"Boy, do you realize that right now you can be called a second rank fighter specializing in firearms? Your accuracy is really something amazing." Anthony was surprised at his skills. As the head of the Phantom Association branch he was able to gather some information about Stroph easily, and approximately knew about his shooting skills. But due to the fact that Stroph missed too much Anthony didn`t have enough confidence in his skills.
Having thought for some time, he turned to Stroph: "I`ve seen it and am convinced of your skills` level, if you don't want to, we won't run any more tests".
"Can I try to take a test for a third rank fighter?" Stroph was interested in taking as many tests as possible, points or coins don`t come around every day.
Anthony just shook his head and said with a little regret: "In our city there are not so many fighters of the third rank and usually the exam to become a fighter of the third rank includes a battle with a monster. You have seen for yourself the battle of Tyrone and the Demonic Armored Ogre. If he had killed him, he would have successfully become a fighter of the third rank. But for this you need to possess the Spirit, it's a little early for that".
Stroph began to worry and decided to persuade Anthony, but at the moment when he wanted to say something, Anthony made him an offer. "I can't arrange a test as for a third rank fighter for you. But if you want, I can make the test more difficult for a fighter of the second rank. Also I can send these results to the school so that the school will have no questions about your skills".
"Let's try, I'm interested in checking how good I am" Stroph answered with a serious expression, it seemed really important for him to know how strong he was.
"What's the aspiration, good for you! How about this: seven targets, you have to hit only the head, all the targets are stationary and you will have only four seconds" Anthony offered Stroph quite difficult conditions, he thought that Stroph will start to refuse, but he just nodded his head and prepared to shoot.
Seeing it, Anthony immediately launched the timer.
After a couple of seconds Anthony was stunned and a lot of thoughts spinning in his head:
"Yes, boy, you are really a shooter, I am very impressed. I think you're tired, it's time to finish."
Anthony thought that it was enough for Stroph, because it took a lot of strength and concentration to shoot so quickly and accurately and he had already passed three whole tests. But the next moment he heard Stroph`s voice.
"Mr. Anthony, I need more! At least one more complicated test, please!" Stroph almost begged for him to continue.
Anthony was silent for a while seeing the serious expression on Stroph's face and the fire in his eyes, he could not help but agree. "Seven targets, their movement speed is the maximum, you need to hit only the head. For everything you will have 3.5 seconds. When you are ready, nod."
Hearing his words Stroph rejoiced with additional points in the depths of his soul and aiming, nodded.
But unlike all previous times Anthony didn`t turn on the timer set in the shooting gallery, he used his smartphone and turned on a less accurate timer on it. Richard and Charles saw his actions and absolutely didn`t understand why he decided to do so.
The next moment Stroph finished shooting. After that Anthony began slightly clapping his hands. "Amazingly, young man, 3.14 seconds took such an incredibly difficult task. To my great regret, there is nowhere else to complicate it, I think we should finish it". There was a soft smile on his face, but in his eyes one could see a very small glimpse of anxiety, which soon disappeared.
The fact is that to pass such a test in 3.14 seconds is almost impossible even for geniuses from the capital. And all the data from the timer of the shooting gallery get into the database of the Phantom Association and it is very likely that after seeing such a time, a real hunt for Stroph would begin. Anthony knew all this, that's why he decided to reinsure himself.
"If you say so, well, I think it's really time to stop". Stroph was happy, very happy, because at that moment several windows appeared before him.
[Congratulations, you have completed the quest. The title of common level "Shooter" was received, the effect -the damage from a long-range combat weapon was increased by 5%].
[You have completed the quest four times and received 800 common points and 1600 history coins].
Stroph really liked this quest, because there was nothing difficult for him but the reward was quite impressive.
After a couple of seconds Anthony finished clapping his hands and calmly said: "Well, guys, I think this is the end of your visit to the Phantom Association branch. Charles, tomorrow my people will pick you up and send you to the fighters' school, by that time everything will have been ready for your admission. Stroph, you have the same situation, go home, have a rest and prepare for a trip to the Slums. I will take care of your family. By the time you come home, my people will have already told your parents everything, but they will think that you are going to fighters' school in another city. Tomorrow early in the morning my man will be waiting for you at your house".
While Anthony telling it, he was very serious, even for him it was not so easy to organize the arrival of an ordinary schoolboy to the fighters' school, let alone to send Stroph to the Slums.
Charles and Stroph only nodded a little, they were not fools, they understood everything perfectly.
After that all together went to the gate. There Anthony said goodbye to Stroph and Charles and asked Richard to take them home.
Forty minutes later they drove to Charles`s house. They wished to each other good luck in the upcoming trials and then Richard took Stroph home.
They were driving for about one more hour, after that Richard said: "Well, boy, we have come, I advise you to rest properly, the Slums is not a joke".
A light smile appeared on Stroph's face and he muttered quietly: "Home, sweet home..."