“The way we’re doing this is simple, teachers will tell you spells, and you have to cast them. After that, we’re going to rate which ones you’re all most proficient with and assign you in the class you’re going to be in. Now split into fifteen rows by four and wait for your turn. ” Alen Blanc gave us the short explanation of what’s going to happen.

Fifteen teachers were here to guide the students. I was second in my row, so I can now see how they’re going to do this. Unlike an elemental check, this time, everyone can see what other students do and how strong they are. It’s also good that I can have a comparison to see how much others can do. Tobias wasn’t particularly good at flashy magic since he could pretty much only enhance his own body, so I really don’t have any knowledge on how strong people around my age are supposed to be.

“Burn my enemies to cinders, the spirit of fire, Aglon!” A humongous fiery serpent appeared and torched the target and most of the ground around it.
“Well done, Ms Eliana Quill, what an amazing elemental beast you have summoned, and you even call it by the name of the Aglon, the spirit of fire. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought that you’ve really summoned the ancient fiery serpent. Besides this, you’re also doing superb in Artillery magic, so you can choose yourself the class you’re going to be in.” The teacher seemed to be overly excited by this. To other students, they all seemed pretty indifferent.
“I’ll go with summoner class.” A short but stunning girl with platinum blonde hair wore a pretty smug face when she looked at the other students. Well, she did outclass everyone tenfolds from the ones I’ve seen so far. It might not be a longshot that she does the best from us all here, and the control she has over magic was also amazing. Hard to believe that there is this talented person around my age.

“Hello, Mr Elias... Lyceus, oh, you’re the son of Damon, right? Then you probably know a thing or two about magic and how to cast spells. The long story short is that you pick an element you can use, and I’ll prepare for you seven different class spells that you have to cast with all your might. If you know any spell that fits the class, feel free to cast that one instead. Like if you know other artillery class spell than the one I’ll give you, then use that one.” He seemed to be older than my dad, but if he is a mage, I can never tell the real numbers if I don’t ask. However, he might have been superior to my father; that would make the most sense since the ones from the military usually end up never being able to retire from it properly.

I don’t usually use words to cast a spell. I visualize it and snap my fingers. Since I use magic this way, I can make the same spell do different kinds of things. I can use it as a long-range spell, close-range spell, make it look like some creature, pretty much everything. At first, I tried chanting them, but it didn’t feel natural for me, and I ended up using it this way.
My target’s in front of me. Lightning, this will do. I’ll just hit it with as much of power as I have.

A snap. The entire room illuminated by the lightning went white.  The target I was supposed to hit was still there. Ah, I missed it.
“I’m sorry, I’m bad at aiming my spells.” I looked at my feet as I felt embarrassed to miss such an easy target that doesn’t even move.
“Well... It’s not all that bad... Since you destroyed all the other targets to your left...” He put his fist over his mouth and chuckled.
“Oi, Tior, your student obliterated almost all of the dummies; now I can’t see how much damage my student did. Did you ask him to do this? I know you, Tior; you always mess with us!” It was the teacher that loved Eliana's performance. He was screaming and shaking his hand at the teacher who was next to me, guess the old man's name is Tior.
The training grounds went silent after that. Everyone was staring at me.
“I’m so sorry to ruin your examinations.” I bowed.
“It’s okay, Elias.” Tior slapped my back, and it pushed me forward... “It’s not that much about you hitting everything else here, but the firepower you had. Besides that power not being fit for a young boy like you, it could’ve been lethal if you hit any other student here; heck, even teachers here would’ve probably looked the same as the dummies there. We won’t assign you to any class for now, but you will have extra practical lessons. Since you’re now done so, you can join others and observe the rest, or if you want, you can go meet with the teacher that will teach you how to control your magic.” His face was kind; he wasn’t mad, just surprised. He handed me a student diary and called in the next in line.



I decided to greet at least the teacher with whom I’d spend a lot of time practising control over magic. I knocked at the door.
“Enter!” A scream behind the door echoes through the hallway.
“Hello, my name is Elias Lyceus, and I was invited here by teacher Tior to study control over my magic.” I looked at the teacher and was surprised. A young-looking female was slapping other students in her class. She looked as if Aria’s angry chicken farm was also attacking her. Her dark blue hair resembled a nest. Dark circles surrounded her golden eyes. The clothes she wore were as if she just returned from a dungeon filled with strong monsters.
“He-he-heeey! Whadap, boy! You haven’t received a beating in a long time. I see! I see! I’ll be happy to teach you magic!” With a huge smile on her face, she said that to me. Her eyes looked crazy. She dropped the male student and went back to her table.
“Give me your diary and come back tomorrow after your classes are over. Oke?”
I guess I’m done for.