5 hours ago, we just arrived at the institution, and we saw my brother's friends already there. We greeted them.
"Hello guys."
"Hello Max, little bro."
There were a lot of people. Most of them are coming to enrol, and the others are their families and friends.
The monster killer institution is the most prestigious facility in the world. People from all over the world come to it. Nobels,commoners,half species...etc. it's a very big place, almost as big as a city. Naturally, most people come for ulterior motives, some for money, some for honor, and some for fame. Nonetheless, most fail, due to the brutal difficulty of the tests.
There are three tests, namely, the measurement test, the strength test, and the mind test.
The measurement test is all about testing your aptitude as a monster killer,
Monster killers are classified from zero to level five,having an aptitude of 5 means your potential as monster killer would reach level five in the future.
The strength test mainly tests your body potential whither to become a body type monster killer or a psychic type one.
The mind test mainly tests the mind and what kind of psychic power one has.
We walked further into the institution, taking in the grandiosity of it all. The towering buildings were a testament to the institution's importance. As we made our way to the registration area, the sheer number of people was overwhelming. It felt as if the entire world had converged on this spot.
My brother, Max, seemed at ease, chatting with his friends and exchanging stories. I couldn't help but feel a bit out of place among so many seasoned fighters and hopefuls. The air buzzed with anticipation and nervous energy.
After a while, a loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the beginning of the registration process. The crowd began to move toward the designated areas for each test. Max turned to me, his expression serious for the first time since we'd arrived.
"Remember what we talked about," he said. "Stay focused, and don't let the crowd get to you. These tests are tough, but I know you can do it."
I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The first test, the measurement test, was up ahead. A line had already formed, and I joined it, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
As I stepped up for my turn, the examiner gave me a quick glance before gesturing toward the apparatus. It was an imposing device filled with lights and dials that I couldn't begin to understand. I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the scanner. The machine hummed to life, and a moment later, the screen displayed my result.
"Aptitude level three," the examiner announced.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. It wasn't the highest score, but it was respectable. I moved on to the next area, where the strength test awaited.
The strength test was divided into two sections: one for physical prowess and the other for psychic potential. I chose the physical test first, heading toward a series of challenges designed to push the limits of my body.
I watched others before me grapple with weights, climb walls, and sprint through obstacle courses. When my turn came, I threw myself into the tasks with all the energy I could muster. Muscles burning, I pushed through each station, determined to prove myself.
By the end, I was exhausted but satisfied. The examiner marked down my results, nodding approvingly. "You've got potential," he said. "Now, let's see how your mind holds up."
The mind test was the one I was most apprehensive about. We were led to a quiet room, where we were asked to sit and focus on a series of mental exercises. Images flashed on a screen, puzzles appeared, and strange patterns demanded our concentration. I closed my eyes, trying to tune out everything but the tasks at hand.
Minutes felt like hours as I worked through the exercises. When it was finally over, I felt drained but relieved. The examiner reviewed my results and gave a small smile.
"Interesting," she said. "You've got a strong mind, but there's room for growth. With training, you could develop significant psychic abilities."
I thanked her and stepped out into the courtyard, where Max was waiting. He gave me a thumbs-up and a grin.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Better than I expected," I replied, feeling a surge of pride. "Now we wait."
Not many could make it. Fortunately me and my brother and I passed away. My brother got an aptitude of 4, which is fairly high.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the institution, a sombre figure approached us. It was an administrator holding a clipboard with a serious expression.
"Max, can we talk for a moment?" he asked, glancing at me briefly.
Max's smile faded as he nodded. "Sure. What's this about?"
The administrator sighed, glancing down at his notes. "It's about your brother, David. Unfortunately, there's an issue with his eligibility to attend the institution."
What! Why?!"
I said feeling nervous.
Calming my self down I exchanged a worried look with Max. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling.
The administrator took a deep breath. "David, your results were promising, and you showed potential in all three tests. However, the institution has strict health requirements, and your medical examination revealed something concerning."
Max's eyes widened. "What kind of health issue?"
The administrator hesitated before speaking. "David, during your medical evaluation, the doctors detected a latent genetic condition. It's something that might not affect you now but could become a serious issue under the physical and mental stress of our training program."
I felt a lump form in my throat. "But I feel fine! I've never had any problems before."
The administrator nodded sympathetically. "I understand, and I'm sure this is frustrating. The institution has a responsibility to ensure the safety and well-being of all its candidates. Pushing your body and mind to their limits could trigger this condition, and we can't take that risk."
Max put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll get a second opinion, David. We'll consult specialists and see if there's any way around this."
I nodded, fighting back tears. The dream of joining the Monster Killer Institution felt like it was slipping away. Well, it wasn't really my dream i just followed my brother worried for his safety. but Max's determination gave me a glimmer of hope.
"Don't worry, little bro," Max said with a firm voice. "We'll find a way to manage this and get you back here where you belong."