After a brief conversation between the two of them, Hunter found out that after Hayden got hypnotised and wandered off to enjoy himself at the party in front of the administrative building, upon passing through the barrier he was knocked out of the spell by a rotten tomato. Thirty down, another to go, shouted an instructor. There were quite a number of young teens sitting on the floor sulking as they watched their instructors launching rotten tomatoes at the incoming zombie walking participants. Oh wow, was all Hunter muttered after Hayden was done.
"Thanks a lot Hayden, I really appreciate ".
"No problem bro, anytime".
'Thanking somone was always a good thing, even if they don't deserve it. You could say it is a tool of manipulation to deceive someone'.
'Though he really did help me, and that I'm grateful for'.
"So what now, did the instructors tell you what was next ?". Hunter asked.
"No, we didn't even see their faces. They all wore masks and they were like ; you lots are not worthy to see our faces. As a matter of fact, they all behaved as if we weren't there as they had their fun knocking people out with rotten tomatoes".
Hayden said dramatically.
"Something biting you brother" Hunter asked curiously as he felt his twin was getting worked up more than necessary.
"Yes Hunter, more than fifty people made it towards the house safely. From what a guy said, that they might be close to a hundred.
'A hundred students made it, I doubt that. The accurate figure should be within fifty to seventy. Most like a sixty something, but not that it matters anyway, especially to me'. He thought to himself.
"Hold up a minute, how many are we ?" Hunter asked quickly as his face held huge interest for Hayden next choice of words.
"About five hundred , if I'm not wrong but..."
Almost immediately, the voice of a man ringing out like an echo called out loud:
"Listen! Listen! Listen !"
Immediately the grounds became calm as a huge dark skin bulky man with a bald head glistening under the sun in a well cut tailored black suit appeared in front of the students standing mid- air.
He didn't need to request for decorum as the aura that was emanating from him and his flying presence made some students to shiver as little faint electric spasms ran down their spine. Some folks were already reaching for their side weapons and their hands held up in front of their faces in a guard position while looking up. It was said that when one reached a certain point in the pyramid of power he would be able to fly. That meant that this man wasn't someone to joked with.
Their instincts screamed run, but they couldn't as his piercing eyes made them rooted to the ground against their will as he gazed upon them from up above like a god. For those who could still entertain rational thoughts in the face of a possible danger, they tried their best to try and put up a fight even if they knew it was fruitless.
"At ease folks"
The bald headed man spoke. His voice loud, firm and calm. Immediately they began to relax, as his stern face abruptly softened into a smile.
"I welcome you all to the Royals Academy.
As you all are aware, not every one made the test. For those of you who passed, congratulations. For those who failed, better luck next time".
He coughed for a second or two, before clearing his throat and continuing his speech.
"Out of five hundred students who participated in this impromptu screening exercise, only two hundred will make the cut. The rest shall be sent to the other four academies on a direct admission basis".
Immediately the ground became noisy as almost everyone had something to say about the news. Some spoke in a hushed tones probably due to fear of the man standing in the air, and others couldn't control their voices due to swirling and bubbling emotions. Perharps the latter were among those who failed.
'Bang'
A forceful push of air shaped like an adult male fist slammed against every and anyone who was caught talking, right on the mouth. With some lips beginning to bleed because of the impact, others who were lucky not to be hit immediately went mute.
"I hate when one speaks without permission".
Lines were beginning to form on his fore head as the veins by the side bulged slightly.
With the presence of silence, he continued.
"Now one of my staff would come in here and address you all. For those who would be admitted into this university, I implore you to be of good character and do not become a failure. I'm your principal by the way and you can call me Mr T."
Immediately he shot up into the air, now higher than before, he stared around briefly as he scanned the five hundred students rapidly with his eyes. For a moment he made eye contact with Hunter.
"Huh, that's the cripple, interesting". he muttered under his breathe with a smirk.
Immediately he snapped his finger and a portal opened, quickly he entered it as soon as it formed.