Morning.
At the square at the main gate of Karol Magic Academy.
There were a lot of people in this place, but because the space was so big, there was no need for people to crowd together.
Alec was standing in the middle of the crowd, carrying a rather large, heavy sword on his back, making everyone pay attention to him.
"Look, that person is carrying a heavy sword."
"It is not strange, this is a magic academy, and this place has all kinds of professions. Perhaps he is a scholar; that's why he carries such a large sword."
"Hm… I think he is a Berserker, after all, such a big sword, only the Berserker profession can use it."
"He is too thin; how can he swing that sword?"
"Not sure, maybe he just wears it on his back."
"Huh! I feel like he's just bragging. If we wait until we enter the competition, I'm afraid he won't be able to run, even if he wants to run."
