After all of the new students went through Group One, Joe took note of those who remained. Out of the twenty they had started with, only eight remained. Of those eight, only one was along the mind path. Aside from that, only Clara stood out with her strength level as well as the runner up. Jordan Farrel, he was the same age as Joe as well as a Physical Boaster. What was noteworthy about him was his magic, one hundred ninety-eight. He was the only one even close to breaking the two hundred limit that Clara had shattered simply by existing.
"You lot have the next thirty minutes to locate your individual rooms in the dorms. All first years are on the first floor with the men on the left and women on the right. Even a God of old days couldn't save you should you be found within the wrong wing. By the end of that half hour, you are all expected to be changed into your new uniforms which you'll find in your rooms waiting for you. After that report to your respective lessons. Except for one of you, the rest of you are mine for the morning so get your asses moving."
The words of Instructor Summers came off as an absolute force. None in the room dared to defy them so everyone hurriedly made their ways to their rooms. Finding the rooms was simple enough. One simply had to follow the roads and read the signs that pointed towards the dorms. Once inside, a spacious environment was found. A large bed was clearly the center piece. Along the left wall was a bookshelf pre-stocked with various textbooks. The topics ranged from The Basics of Magic Utilization to Strategic Formations.
Along the far wall was a built-in wardrobe and an empty desk. Walking over to the wardrobe, Joe pulled the doors open. Inside were several sets of his new school uniform. Pulling down one at random, he made his way over to the edge of the bed where he began to change. From his new vantage point within the room, a full-sized mirror could be seen next to the bookshelf. Standing before it, Joe took in his new appearance.
At six foot and an inch tall, the sleek white of the uniform clung to his body. Pulling on the blazer that completed the uniform, he couldn't help but remember the day when he swore, he would make it to the vary spot he stood this instance. The contouring red accents on the jacket served to break apart an otherwise monotone visual. On either shoulder was a patch. His left of indicated that he was in the physical field of study while the right indicated his year.
There was still almost twenty minutes before he had to report to his first lesson but not knowing exactly where that was in relation to the dorm building, Joe opted to leave early. He'd rather sit around waiting for the others and instructor to arrive than show up later than the rest for a second time. It was the first day and impressions were hard to overwrite.
Five minutes of following signs later, Joe found himself standing alone in a training field. the space was longer than it was wide and at the far end was one of the encompassing campus walls. After a quick observation of all that the training field had to offer, he made his way over to a bench along the right side and focused on the entrance.
After a brief wait, other students began filing in until a full forty people filled the area. It didn't take long to realize these were every new Physical Boaster from the entrance examination. Many were already mingling amongst themselves. Out of everyone there, Joe was the most out of place. He spoke to nobody because he knew nobody. He simply sat on the same bench he had been with his arms crossed and eyes closed, listening to the varying conversations.
Just as the clock ticked over to the instructed time, a voice boomed down from the far wall. "All of you line up and shut your mouths!" Immediately, everyone began to stand in a military formation. Four ranks deep and ten columns left not a soul out of place. "Now, I am going to give you all the same opportunity I give all of the first years. All of you can come at me at once, the one who can land a single hit on me will be exempt from the first week's lessons."
Hearing those words, six of the males rushed forward as fast as they could. Thirteen others then followed. The pending battle would initially seem one sided to an outsider. After the first exchange of blows, it was evident that the assumption was far from accurate. Nineteen individuals rushed a single opponent and all nineteen either missed their strike or were knocked back effortlessly.
After ten minutes, the nineteen were gasping for their own breath. Repeated failed strikes left them winded while the counter strikes left them battered. Their defeat was only amplified seeing the rather petite instructor smirking down at them in the same spot she had started in. They couldn't even push her back an inch.
Out of the silence, a single set of footsteps could be heard approaching from their right. Looking over, a lone man could be seen approaching the instructor. "You all spent over ten minutes talking before the lesson time and yet not one of you could work with another person. Seems even greed is endless here. At what point where we told only one person could pass and be exempt from the lesson?" Joe stopped and looked down on his kneeling classmates.