'It's my turn,' I realized.
"Good luck," Robert, the pretty boy, called after me when I went to the arena. Leo was unreliable, somewhere away trying to flirt with the girls waiting for the female examination. Unsuccessfully, I guess.
The couch frowned at me, probably displeased by my outfit. However, he said nothing and just proceeded with the test.
"Kick as high as you can, no jumping," he instructed and held his strike shield to his left, assuming we would kick with our rights.
The first one only managed to reach the chest height, leaving the platform dejectedly. The other two passed, then it was my turn. I pulled my pants up a little so they wouldn't get torn and easily kicked the shoulder height, barely passing myself. Sorry, but any higher would risk the stitch in the crotch area.
