Kallen saw Richard limping out with his medical examination form in hand, his toes pointing outward.
"What happened?"
"Didn't you have your backside examined? She said it was part of the procedure, that it had to be checked and couldn't be skipped."
"Oh, right."
"It really hurt. Like a rag being pulled apart with both hands. I even heard a crack."
"Let's go to the next examination."
"Slow down, slow down. Oh, oh, oooh, hiss..."
They went to five more departments in succession, all for physical examinations.
Kallen looked over his six scores. They were mostly between four and five.
At an ordinary hospital, these scores would mean that someone was "in good health."
At a Knight Order hospital, however, these scores meant his physical fitness was below standard. The passing score was six.
With this examination form, most branches of the Knight Order would not accept him. He could only apply to the few branches without physical fitness requirements.
Richard's scores were mostly between seven and eight. He looked at his own results, then at Kallen's, with puzzlement in his eyes.
"Is your physical fitness really that average?"
Richard was not asking a sarcastic rhetorical question. He was genuinely surprised, because as far as he knew, Kallen was extremely fierce in battle. Although Ventura, Bart, and the others usually took the front line, Richard felt that whenever Kallen stepped forward, he gave him an even greater sense of security than Bart and the others did.
This was a sort of "visual discrepancy" among those close to him. Richard had not realized that Kallen relied on Spell Art enhancements every time he fought.
"I've been paying more attention to exercise lately. All I can say is that I wasted too much time before, and changing that takes time. But are