My breathing was a little labored.
"Phew... Phew..."
"Click."
The door opened, and the woman came over to me. First, she took the gun from my hands, then she handed me the form.
I took a look. My agility was 9?
That meant... my abilities were 4.5 strength, 6 speed and stamina, and 9 agility?
19.5?
I was actually at the upper end of B-class?
That really was higher than the 15 I'd expected...
"Congratulations. Your rating is B-class. Unfortunately, you're not a mutant. Your virus cell activity is above average, which can add two points to your score, but I don't think you should take them."
"What... do you mean?"
"Your strength is in the upper-middle range of B-class. If we include your cell activity, you should be A-class. But your current physical condition isn't suited to taking on A-class missions or higher. You have a lot of potential, and you may get stronger as you grow older. However, based on your cell activity, you'll only be able to reach A-class at most. I think you should come back for another physical exam after you turn twenty, then decide whether to add those two points."
I nodded. Her advice was pretty good, at least. She had my best interests at heart.
"A-class... can I take B-class missions?"
The woman's expression didn't change. She continued smiling at me.
"Of course."
"Then... put down A-class."
"All right. If that's what you want, your rank will be set as A-class."
"Mm. Thank you."
"You're welcome. But I still have one thing to say: your pride belongs to others, but your life belongs to you. I hope you'll treasure it. You should know I don't usually say things like this."
"Why...?"
"Because you're a woman, too. Women already have a hard time surviving