Dark Magus Returns

Redrick wasted no time, as the assessment looked like it would begin there and then. Each of the classes were taken outside onto the large grounds at the back.

It was similar to the assessment field that they had used, only this was around twelve times the size, expanding far and wide in both directions.

What the students from Class A noticed was that the other areas had students coming out as well, but they were spread far and wide apart.

“I guess all of the assessments are happening at the same time then,” Beatrix said as she let out a large breath. “You know, I’m kind of nervous. This is what we came to the academy for, right? Everything that we built up was for this moment.”

“We’ll be fine. This one is twenty students, that’s a little under half. We’ll definitely be in. It’s the next one,” Liam commented, which was actually true.

When the other students got to their location, the teachers started to change the terrain with their earth abilities.

A stand was built in front, and a round wall was placed around, making it a miniature stadium while also blocking the view from outside of the students in the other classes.

Then standing in front of them, was Redrick, Panla, Luka, and there was also Wilton himself—the principal.

The top teachers of the school were in front of them, making everyone just that little more nervous.

This was because the other assessments that were taking place weren’t for the same reasons as Class A.

Only those from Class A would be trying out for the Cultural Exchange. During their time at the academy, they saw a few students who were considered in last place during teachers’ observations leave Class A, and others join in.

Constantly throughout the year, the teachers seemed to be making assessments till this point.

The other assessments the others were taking were just to determine their level of strength and progress. The real important matter was here in front of them.

“Everyone, make your way to the stands!” Redrick shouted. “Remember what I said—that not everything is about winning. Even if you lose your fight, there is still a chance that you will be selected.

“So you have to show us everything you have. Don’t hold back. The teachers, Panla, and myself will be standing by the side.

“If any spell is used, or we feel that the fight has gotten too dangerous, then we will end up intervening in the fight. There has never in the history of our academy been a death during these incidents, so I can assure you—you can trust us!

“Now make your way to the stands and wait to be called forward!”

All of the students were sitting next to each other and were eagerly waiting. Part of the reason they were nervous was because they had no idea who they were to go up against.

Depending on who they fought, it would mean whether they were able to show off their skills or not. Some would look better than others.

Then there were those that would also have advantages over others during the fight as well, based on what element they were better at.

Right on the ground, a table had been set up along with chairs, and the three teachers and principal were sitting down.

In front of them was a large jumping bowl with circular spirit balls. They were swirling and constantly moving about, each one representing the students.

“Alright, first up, we have Moze!” Wilton called out.

Hearing his name, Moze stood up and smiled, almost waving to the crowd.

“Are you an idiot? We’re not your fans, we’re your classmates,” Yolden shouted. “We know who you are. You’re not a celebrity.”

The students were quite excited about this. Hearing Moze—the fifth-ranked student—they were bound to see a good fight that went ahead.

Although, now everyone was thinking the same thing—well, almost everyone. They didn’t wish to be selected because they didn’t want to go up against one of the top students.

Another ball was selected out by the principal.

“Raze!” Wilton declared.

There was silence among the students for a moment, and right after, several whispers and turned heads.

“Wait, did he really call my name?” Raze asked.

“Right? I was surprised as well,” Liam said. “I mean like, shouldn’t you be last or something? You know—everyone shows their powers, and then we anticipate something, and you come right out of the gate showing something that just blows everyone’s minds.

“If you’re first, then everything we do will just look so… boring,” Liam commented.

Either way, Raze couldn’t change the lot of the draw. Well, maybe he could have with his magic, but he just never expected to be the first person picked, so he stood up.

“We’re really going to see Raze straight away?” Chiba said. “Moze stands absolutely no chance, right?”

“I have to agree. After being with Raze for so long, it feels like he’s so far ahead of us,” Yolden asked. “If there was one student I wouldn’t want to go up against—it’s Raze.”

“Sorry, Piba,” Yolden said.

“Oh no, don’t worry,” Piba, the number one student, smiling, said. “I think what you said is the truth. I wouldn’t want to go up against him either, but I hope Moze can at least bring out something new.”

Moze and Raze had made it down to the ground. They walked over to where there was a glowing magic circle on the floor at either end of the stadium.

“Raze, from day one I knew you would be my rival. This is just fate, and I now get to take you down in front of everyone!” Moze shouted.

“If you have one thing… you’ve never lost that confidence. So for that, I should reward you,” Raze claimed.

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