An unfamiliar environment, customs he could not make head nor tail of.
Since no one had stepped forward as he had imagined to loudly announce the test questions, he could only assume the examination had begun the moment the teleportation was complete. His own test paper had already unfolded before him, and the questions required him to feel them out, understand them, and read them for himself.
Ruger straightened his clothes, which carried a faint smell of sweat, then glanced at the round black trinket in his hand, resembling a Demon’s curved horns coiled into a ring.
For an apprentice Demon Hunter Wizard's assessment to turn out like this was somewhat beyond imagination. He wondered what the assessments of other wizard factions were like.
Still, it was more interesting—or perhaps far more interesting—than what he had imagined: everyone standing in a row together, each showing off a spell they excelled at, and that being considered an assessment.
He looked at the object in his hand. Being able to take part in something like this was thanks to this little thing, this recommendation qualification acquired through a chance coincidence. Of course, perhaps it had not been chance after all.
So this little trinket had given him an identity.
He wondered whether other wizard organizations worked the same way.
The wizard factions he had encountered or heard of, along with those supposedly mighty pillar-tier forces, flashed through Ruger's mind.
Among the non-pillar organizations, the one that interested him most was the so-called Fluffy Enthusiasts Association. He felt it would be a very interesting place. Wizards gathered together for such bizarre reasons might produce different sparks of Spirituality; for instance, a formal wizard might get along extremely well with a wizard apprentice because of this shared hobby and viewpoint. As for the colossal