Minutes passed quickly as Seven stood in line.
Occasionally, he would glance around to search for the presence of the weird girl from earlier.
Hff...
He let out a deep breath.
"Whatever."
He decided not to dwell on it too much. In the first place, it was not his problem.
"I just happened to pass by."
The line moved steadily.
One by one, the people ahead of him were called to the platform in front. The ones who were registered were guided to the right to list their nas.
The ones who failed were told to head left, often greeted with polite words like "I hope you get in next year."
It was obvious.
Even in the novel, the ones without a Zaen gate or Zaen ring tried their luck, only to be turned away at the first step when the device scanned their Zaen affinity.
Seven bit his lip.
"Will it be okay?"
He could not help but to think that as he watched those people who did not make it and were guided out.
So of them had a Zaen ring opened, evident by a star-shaped tattoo on their wrists and Zaen gate opened, evident from a bracelet tattoo.
One person even had a brown bracelet, the mark of soone who had neat control over the basics of Zaen.
Seven glanced down at his own wrist.
"Fudge."
One ring.
A single white ring, to be exact.
The kind that symbolized a freshly awakened Zaen gate.
Step.
A woman, the one guiding the previous persons, walked over him with a list in hand.
"Ah, hello! You must be next.
"I’m Amari, third-year student and assistant for today’s admissions screening. I’ll be guiding you to the assessnt platform."
She gestured towards the platform.
He looked at her.
|| Basic Information ||
|| Character: Amari Noell ||
|| Age: 19 ||
|| Talent: Scout ||
"Please follow .
"Once your resonance is asured, you’ll either proceed to the right to finalize your registration... or to the left if the system detects insufficient—"
She paused after seeing Seven’s blank face.
"Um... excuse ? Are you alright? You’re... kind of just staring into space."
"Hey."
The man behind him tapped him on the back, only then he returned his focus to the reality.
He looked at the man, and the man gestured to Amari in front of him.
"...Sorry."
"Um, no, no. It’s completely okay."
Amari replied.
"Don’t worry, it’s not as intimidating as it usually looks."
She blinked as she realized of how suspicious she sounded.
"Ah! I didn’t an that in a bad way! I-I just ant there’s nothing to be afraid of! Really!"
"...."
Step.
They walked towards the platform.
But in the process, she asked Seven a question and listed his answers on a paper. It was basically the basic information to probably make the process later a lot faster given the number of applicants on the line.
More than that, she was not surprised after hearing that Seven carried the blood of Hart with his frail body.
Instead, she smiled.
"Good luck! I believe in you.
"Ah... I... I an that in a supportive way!
"..."
Step.
Seven stepped above the platform.
In the center stood a wooden podium with a heptagon shaped crystal.
"Um... hands on the crystal, please."
Amari instructed from below the platform, but Seven already pressed his palms against the crystal just like what he observed from the previous persons in line.
Affinity Verification.
It was the most crucial first step to proceed to the remaining steps on the registration.
Its purpose was to sort out individuals who lacked basic understanding of Zaen energy.
The thod was quite simple: it would analyze the flow of one’s internal Zaen to match the indicator on their wrists, either bracelet or a star.
For instance, one may have a black bracelet tattoo but the flow was erratic, which ans their control is lacking even though they reached the peak understanding of the first gate.
Cases like this were atypical, but not too rare.
Those who exited on the left side failed to pass the first registration step because of their control.
After all, power without control is a wasted potential.
Humm~
The crystal let out a soft hum that only Seven himself, who was next to it, could hear.
It glowed white radiance.
One.
Two.
Until the tir reached the thirty second countdown, it remained white.
That ans he passed the first step.
Hff...
He let out a deep breath.
"Of course, it worked."
After all, Eden helped him in opening the first gate and she must have made sure to steady the flow given that a slightest erratic flow would ruin his body given how frail it was back then.
He took his palm off against the crystal.
"C–Congratulations!"
Amari exclaid below the platform.
"Your potential ets the threshold. This way, please... your na will be officially added to the registry."
She gestured for him to walk towards the right wing.
Step.
But Amari did not follow.
Instead, she tore a page from the list she held and handed it to another student-looking person sitting behind a desk stacked with docunts.
It was the basic information she noted from Seven’s responses earlier.
"B–Bye!"
Amari waved, then quickly turned around to guide the next person Souma, the man who let Seven cut earlier.
She gave him the sa bubbly, helpful expression as she led him toward the platform.
Exactly the sa.
She treats everyone the sa, after all.
"..."
Seven shifted his attention back to the person at the desk.
"Levian. Third-year substitute student. Five steps right, two steps left, ten steps forward. Knock three tis. Open the door."
Levian said it all in one breath.
"Move."
|| Basic Information ||
|| Na: Levian Montaigne ||
|| Age: 19 ||
|| Talent: Cursed Healing ||
’Cursed...’
Seven narrowed his eyes.
That was the sa talent as Iria.
He knew talents were not unique as multiple people could share one, especially the ones that ca from the sa family background.
But still, it caught him off guard.
And just like that, a new question ford in his mind.
’Is there also soone with an unpredictable—’
"Tch."
Levian clicked his tongue.
"Hey, I know I’m handso but move already. I have no interest in male bodies."
"...?!"
Step.
Seven turned and walked away as he followed the directions. But under his breath, he muttered,
"Fudger. Neither do I."
Step. Step.
Following Levian’s instructions, Seven found himself standing in front of a massive wooden door with a polished quartz handle.
It was a dual-panel door and was big enough for five people to walk through side by side.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Without waiting for a response, he pushed it open.
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