The referee left for a moment and returned with a pen, inkwell, and some parchment along with a desk. Which he set up in front of Kyrion, who was consuming bar after bar, trying to regain his stamina.

“What’s this?” Kyrion asked as he looked up at the referee.

The black-haired man smiled. “While your opponent is getting ready, we’ll have you take the written exam.”

Kyrion scowled as he looked at him. “All that fighting and you want me to take a written test.”

“Yes it’s important to be a balanced person after all.” The man said with an all too familiar look on his face. Though Kyrion could not place where.

“Fine, fine. What do I need to do?” Kyrion asked.

“You need to read the instructions carefully before taking the test. Then you need to complete all the questions to the best of your ability.” The devil said.

Kyrion didn’t know why he now hated this man. But he got the feeling that he deserved it. That smug, condescending glare. Kyrion was going to show him what for and ace this test. But first.

Kyrion sat down and got to work on his test.

Please read all the instructions before answering any of the questions. Answer in a clear and concise manner.

1. What is your name?

Kyrion Mosely.

The boy wrote carefully and in big letters. Unfortunately, the lines did not provide enough space.

2. What is your favorite color?

Blue.

“Why do they care about that….” He mumbled.

3. Which set is worth more? A group of five coins with a 1 written on them are on the left. While a single coin with a 5 on it on the right.

The one on the left is more.

4. What weighs more, a pound of bricks or a pound of feathers?

Kyrion tapped his chin, thinking.

The bricks because they are denser.

5. “Two spirit masters walk into a bar. Why do they owe the bar money?”

Because they walked into the building!

Kyrion started laughing. This test was getting silly.

6. Place the paper on your head and walk around the table three times without it falling. The proctor will come by and give you a stamp and a piece of candy.

They had him at candy. Kyrion stood up from his chair. Placing the not fully dried parchment on his head and proceeding to walk around his chair.

The proctor came by and placed a single soft white candy thing on the table, and Kyrion was about to eat it. But the paper didn’t say he should eat it.

7. If you make it ten minutes without eating it, you will be given a second one.

Kyrion looked at the proctor. “You can go ahead and give me the candy now. I got this, you don’t have to worry about me.” Kyrion lied through his teeth.

The proctor shook his head, and Kyrion moved on to question eight.

8. If Tod has eight pieces of candy and he wants to give you half. How many pieces of candy do you have?

None. Because as far as you know I probably already ate the candy.

9. What color is the sky?

Blue. Kyrion wrote down.

10. Rip this test in half.

Kyrion did so without a second thought.

The proctor came up and flipped the top half of the paper, revealing an eleventh question.

11. Do not answer any of the questions after the first.

“Eh?” Kyrion’s confident expression faltered.

“You seem to have failed this test.” The proctor smiled.

Kyrion’s brain broke. “Eh he he.” He laughed in a monotone.

“Are you ok?” The proctor asked.

“I’ve been tri….” He mumbled.

“What was that?” The proctor held his hand up to his ear.

“I’ve been tricked. I wanna rip the test in half again!” Kyrion picked up and popped the candy in his mouth in an act of frustration. Slowly calming down.

“Are you ok?”

“When you said that you didn’t have food earlier? Were you lying?” Kyrion eyed the proctor with suspicion.

“No. I was given them for this test.”

“Ok, now that your heads been cleared this is the real test.” The proctor produced a packet of parchment.

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“So I failed the first test, and now I have to take a second one.” Kyrion moved onto the second sheet of paper, reading every page front and back before answering the questions written inside.

The proctor waited as Kyrion seemed to answer what most kids would have considered much harder questions with ease. Most of those questions dealt with applying healing magic and were only surface level in depth, but not things someone who didn’t train in the art would know.

The proctor looked surprised at the quickness Kyrion knocked out some of those questions.

After around forty-five minutes and some double-checking, Kyrion was more or less done.

“That was quick. So, do you have some knowledge of healing?”

“A bit. Though not enough.” Kyrion sat in his chair.

“Your power doesn’t fit your age, and rank. Though it can be explained by the extremely large mana pool that you have put on display and even then. You don’t even seem tired yet.”

“I’m mentaly tired. Had you had me fight someone stronger or equal to Ander after the first round then I’d be out. I barely won. I’m not cocky enough to say I’d win against him again right after this fight.”

“Sadly the other two near Ander’s level of skill and power have been busy in their respective fights. The one called Tiffany lost, but even then the fight was close, both fighters are talented in the way of sword fighting.”

“And Ceres?”

“She won. It wasn’t even a fair fight considering. Even then she almost lost. It was as though she was adjusting to her body.”

“How do you already know all this?” Kyrion asked the black-haired proctor.

“It’s simple. I have a way to share info from a distance. Not going to tell you how.” The man waved as he left the arena.

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“So. What’s the verdict?”

“The months that he’s spent training with my son really helped him discover some of the boundaries of his abilities. He is like a diamond in the rough. All that power and potential but no idea how to draw it out to the best of his abilities. Which is normal given the versatility he has from his powers. I have two of his eight classes picked out over these next few years. First will be with spirit surgeon, Exac. The second being Gus. For obvious reasons.” The sunglasses wearing man said.

“Gus… That flighty… Well I guess it makes sense.” Said the man with a goatee.

The old man with a silver beard eyed the boy from above. “I assume he’s going to be taught how to fight by Exac. I’ll put him with Professor Willow, though he may need to be an advanced student. Then Alchemy with Professor Bunsen.”

“Alchemy?” Asked the headmaster.

“If he can grow ingredients he can learn how to use them. He also seems like a valid subject for their nutrition supplements.” The old man seemed resolute.

“Not sure he’s fit. Not that it matters much, if he gets kicked out then he just has to apply for a new course.” The headmaster nodded.

“Physical Exertion, with Coach Teus, and Miss Leona, for his water abilities.” The goateed man said bluntly.

“Great. That leaves most of what we’ve seen accounted for.”

“You say that like there’s more.” Silver-Beard stated.

“Space, Earth, Beauty, and Order.” The headmaster stated.

“Order…and Space. That can be a dangerous combination. Though with proper training he could prove to become a reliable asset.” Said the goateed man.

“I’d like to replace my idea of alchemy with basic spell theory, he can always volunteer to do a taste test. They won’t turn him down.” Silver-beard volunteered.

“Noted. This is going to be a full plate… I’m sure Kyrion will know what to do with his last two classes.” The headmaster wrote down a selection of suitable classes.

Eatiquette, Strength training, Meditation, Music, Art, Weapon training, and Board Game Studies.

“Why is etiquette spelled wrong….” The old bearded man questioned.

“Oh no… My pen must have slipped.” The headmaster slapped his head.

“Board game class?” The goateed man raised a thin eyebrow.

“The strategy course. Most of these are one year classes anyway so if he doesn’t like it then he can just choose another one next year. Each of these classes moves up to one more complicated later on.”

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"You need to select two classes by then and we will have you join in tomorrow.” The proctor said to Kyrion.

“More paperwork.” Kyrion read over the options.

Eatiquette, Strength training, Meditation, Music, Art, Weapon training, and Board Game Studies.

He circled Eatiquette and Meditation. So that he could eat and nap in peace.

“Oh. That was decisive.” The man raised an eyebrow that wasn’t quite as bushy as he remembered.

“I know what I want,” Kyrion stated. To eat and sleep, he thought to himself.

“Great great. Your third opponent will be here shortly.” The referee stated

“Finally.” Kyrion unconsciously grabbed his stomach as he stood.

The desk and its friends were transported out of the stadium as the man left for a few minutes.

“I bet fifty gold that Kyrion loses to our number one.” Gamodren said.

“I’ll be fifty that he wins. Though we should disable the damage wards and only leave the evacuation one up for this one. Don't need a four hour fight.” The man with sunglasses says with a smile on his face. One that was much more mischievous than the boy who just wore his face could ever hope to mimic.

“Then it’s a bet.” The two shook hands as the man with black glasses left again.

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Ceres left the arena, her armor heavily dented in quite a few places. Outside the arena was a figure clad head to toe in golden armor. Breathing in and out heavily, both knights were brought to different places to be healed.

The stadium was unrecognizable as chunks were shattered, moved, smashed, and scorched. The square was more a crater than it was a square.

“To think they had people that throng. I hope my master is doing well.” Ceres followed a man with black glasses out of her area.

“Would you like to be on the stands where your friend is fighting?”

“Master Kyrion has fights left?” Ceres asked.

“Yes. He will be fighting the person you just battled.”

“Oh? Master will win this quickly, I just know it.” Ceres said optimistically.

“Is that so? Is there anything he’s done that lends credence to that statement?”

“Nope. I just know he won’t lose to someone I just beat. Master’s too strong for that.” Ceres said as her eyes twinkled through her visor.

“Why do you keep calling him master?”

“Because a master saved me.” Ceres said as she was led to the stands.

A boy in a wheelchair watched the stadium intently with both of his hands raised. Ceres could tell that this boy was one of those who looked shorter while sitting down.

Next to the wheelchair riding boy was one with green hair braided into a ponytail. His eyes were locked on the stadium, withholding excitement. A spear was held at the boy’s shoulder out of habit.

Ceres sat behind the two. Her halberd in a wooden case at her side and armor was still quite beat up.

Tiffany arrived with a tired look. “Oh hey Ceres, how are you doing?”

“Someone ran into me multiple times for two hours straight. Then I got it a strong hit and managed to win.” Ceres said, her vizor seemed to make her voice sound deeper.

“Ah, I lost to a boy in wheel cha….” Tiffany scowled.

Brion turned around with a confused look on his face as he noticed his opponent. “It’s you.”

Ceres looked back and forth between the two. “You lost to him? He looks pretty strong, but I don’t see how someone can fight like that.”

Brion raised an eyebrow as he thought of something to say.

“Thats rather rude. He beat me in a fair fight. I wouldn’t let my guard down around him, he’s strong.”

“Ah. Well why is someone who won their fight watching this one?” Ceres asked.

Ander’s ears twitched.

“I’m here to watch the Blind Berserker fight our Amadeus.” Brion said.

“Blind Berserker? I’m here to watch master Kyrion.”

“It’s what the others are calling Kyrion. Since he’s been fighting like a madman with inhuman strength and abilities. Heck he even took me down.”

“Huh. You must be just as strong as Brion is then.”

“He’s much stronger than me, and I’m sure he lost on purpose.”

“I really wanted to see him fight. Had I continued and lost I’m sure I’d be in intensive care. Raven got a concussion from a glancing blow. Through the barriers.”

“Ah, better to take the loss than risk permanent injury.”

“No. If I lost and missed this fight I’d be pissed is all. Chances are I’d accidentally reveal my trump cards. It’s not even a ranked battle so losing doesn’t matter.” Ander said.

“So you didn’t take him seriously.” Tiffany said.

“Before today, I knew he was a healer. So I didn’t expect the fight I got and would like to see what he has at his disposal.” Ander replied, his eyes watching as someone in golden armor entered the stadium.

“Hey, that’s the person I just beat!” Ceres said happily.

A spear lost control and clattered against the ground.

“Wait what?” Ander was dumbstruck.