It's an hour before I am called to evaluate my Magic grade. I am given a B rank on my magic and then told to be on my way.
I join Sunnit on a table by the main doors after stopping by the buffet and filling my plate with meat and mash potatoes.
"How was your Grading?" I ask her and she sighs.
"I'm a grade A. I really want to be join the Trauma Unit. But you need a score of B and Higher. I'm an E rank, rightfully so. I need to practice magic more," she sighs into her fries.
"I can help you. I'm a higher grade than they gave me," I grumble that I'm a B rank.
"Apparently having a simple weapon goes against you," I mutter and tell her having a good weapon would help her.
"You know how to craft weapons?" I nod and tell her I've slowly crafting this one verses creating it all at once.