Everyone in the class got out of their seats and began to head to the classroom door. Rusty had been forced to sit in the front row every day ever since he had tried to sneak a stray dog into the classroom under his desk, so he was naturally one of the first people out the door, being only three people behind Mr.Storig. After walking down the hallway for a few seconds a red-haired boy wearing a skirt started to walk beside Rusty.

“Youn,” Said Rusty followed by a sigh, “You know your a guy right now right?”

“Of course I do you dumbass” Youn replied.

“And you realize that you’re wearing a skirt as a guy, right?” Youn looked down in confusion at the skirt he was wearing, after staring at it for a solid two seconds he blushed in embarrassment and used his ability to turn himself into a herself.

In an annoyed voice, Rusty quietly yelled, “How could you forget that you’re wearing a skirt!?”

“I don’t know! How could you come late to not only the fourth last day of the academy before we graduate but the tier test of all things!?” Youn said, smacking Rusty across the back of the head.

“Okay, one, stop hitting me when your a girl, and two, because I knew Storig would wait for me due to my lateness track record.”

“But what if he didn’t?”

“Pfft! I know where the courtyard is, I would’ve got scolded at mo-” he stopped mid-sentence due to Youn smacking him in the back of the head again.

“Why!?” Rusty said in a mix of anger and annoyance.

“I felt like it!” Youn replied, but before Rusty could respond to her terrible reasoning, they, along with the rest of the class, were now in the courtyard. The entirety of the class was grouped at one side of the yard with Mr.Storig in front calling people's names and pointing them to the other side of the yard where there were four booths. In each booth was a singular kingdom official who would record and tell each student what their tier was for their ability, this was information that everyone had been told the day before.

“Rustatsu Bloodborn!” yelled Mr.Storig in the direction of Rusty, “Head to the booth on the far right.”

Rusty started his walk to the far right booth which was about twenty or so meters away from the group of students with some students who had already been tiered sitting off to the side. As he looked ahead he noticed that the official in the booth waiting for him was a woman in her late twenties, her red hair that reminded him of Youn’s, even though Youn’s was more of an orange while the woman’s was pure crimson. The women was sitting down at a wooden desk covered in what can only be tier test papers that were most likely from the wooden building at the edge of the courtyard that was slightly bigger than your average storage shack.

As Rusty approached the booth the woman stood up and introduced herself, “Hello my name is Chi Thundeer and I’ll be your tier tester, now show me what you got,” the tester said very unenthusiastically.

“Okay then,” Rusty said equally unenthusiastically, then rusty held up the bottle of blood from his belt in his left hand, took the cork off of it and began to pour the blood onto his right hand, but instead of the blood slipping through his fingers and pouring on the ground, the blood was instead solidifying in Rusty’s hand into the shape of a ball. “My ability lets me manipulate the shape, density, state of matter, and position of any of my own blood as long as my skin is still touching it.” While he was talking, Rusty sent all of the blood from the blood ball in his hand to his neck where a smaller solid ball formed and began to float in the air, attached to what appeared to be a string of liquid blood that was keeping it connected to his skin, as the ball floated into the air, still attached to the string, it began to orbit around his neck.

“That’s an interesting ability you got there. Now when you say density, how hard can you make it exactly?”

“The more blood I have the denser I’m able to make it, but the denser I make it the smaller it becomes,” Rusty said, headbutting the blood ball that was still floating continuously around his head.

The red-haired woman turned around and grabbed a piece of paper off of one of two stacks of papers behind her in the sand and handed it to Rusty, which Rusty took, figuring that either he’d read what it was later or she would explain it to him. After handing Rusty the paper, Chi sat back down, filled out Rusty's tier test paper on the desk and then putting it on a small pile of other filled out forms from other students.

Chi cleared her throat and began talking, “I now pronounce you tier three, you can head over to the side there with your other classmates and wait for the rest of them to finish testing, but before you leave, please do consider that paper I gave you, if you go for it, tell them that Chi Thundeer sent you.”

Rusty awkwardly nodded at the strange lady and then headed to the side where he saw a female Youn waiting, drawing cats in the thin layer of sand that coated the courtyard.

“I was called before you, how did you finish before me?” questioned Rusty, to which Youn replied, “As soon as I said what my ability was gender-swapping, the tester immediately pronounced me a tier-one, without a second thought, no questions asked, can you believe that?”

“Yes, yes I can,” Rusty replied, hitting Youn on the head with the blood ball that was still orbiting his head. After crying out in slight pain, Youn attempted to sever the connection between Rusty’s skin and the blood ball by chopping the liquid string that was connecting the two, but Rusty solidified the string to a density slightly harder than copper, which made Youn instead hurt her hand and kick Rusty in the crotch in retaliation, making him fall to the ground in pain, along with the now detached solid ball of blood, the string connecting it to his neck splatting on the ground.

“You...monster…” Rusty let out as he fell, dropping the paper in his hand that he still had yet to look at.

“What’s this?” Questioned Youn, picking up the paper he had dropped.

“I’m not...sure...didn’t get a chance...to look at it yet...” Rusty said, still quivering on the ground in pain.

“Blah blah blah, for the glory of bah blah blah, to defend the kingdom blah blah...MILITARY APPLICATION?! Art thou an idiot?!”

“Let me see that!” Said Rusty, who was now back on his feet, snatching the paper from Youn. “Why would she give me this?!”

“Who?” Asked Youn.

“Oh just my pet do-” Rusty stopped mid-sentence to quickly hit Youn on the head with the blood ball again, “The tier tester you dummy!"

“Are you going to take them up on their oh so kind ‘offer’?” retorted Youn.

“Obviously not!” Rusty quietly yelled back.

“Then what are you going to do for a job?” questioned Youn, “You know that if you're finished school and don’t have a job for a whole month you’ll be conscripted into the cities military anyways, if you wanna keep your house that is.”

“I’ll find a job before then, I’ll be fine!” replied Rusty, and with that, the tier test was over, and Mr.Storig led the class back to the classroom with Rusty lazily walking near the back of the group, still holding the paper.