The three months passed by in a blur, and everyone was gathered to do the battle evaluation. They were in the training hall and the dummies were gone.
"Split into two groups and attack each other," guild master Alklair spoke tiredly. Apart from a couple of already formed platoons, no one had bothered to work together.
There was pushing, which made Alklair cringe, shouting, which made him grit his teeth, and the final nail in the coffin was when someone threw the first punch. Before the two groups were even formed…
After which a melee began.
"Enough!" Alklair's voice boomed across the sparring hall. He could see a couple of adventurers with black eyes. The only platoon who had stayed out of this had been platoon 23, who had jumped up and latched on the ceiling with mana.
"None of you are worthy of being adventurers." Alklair said, a bit calmer. "Or, maybe I am not worthy of being guild master? Which one is it?"
