The partits of the test were instructed to create a 35-foot distaween themselves and the fg, and they were going one by one.

  It was clear that they would be there for at least an hour.

  "Who's going to go first?" Nahwu asked. "If you don't step forward, one of the bracelets on your wrists will light up randomly, and you must e forward."

  "I will go first!"

  Uedly, there was a fearless partit there.

  Judging by his appeara seemed that he came from a noble family. Seeing his brave dispy, he must have already awakened his Force.

  "Great. Go to your position," Nahwu said.

  As instructed, the partit went to the predetermined position and readied himself. After everyone else had moved out of the way, Nahwu whispered to her own bracelet before they started.

  “Introduce yourself and your number,” Nahwu said.

  “My name is An Mossflower, 256!” An answered.

  “Okay, then. Are you ready?” she asked, and the boy nodded. She smiled and began, “One minute, in three, two, one—!”

  A proje of a one-miimer appeared atop her head and the partit dashed forward.

  "He's so brave to try it first," the boy with red hair muttered.

  "Tsk!" Suddenly, another boy clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Just how ignorant are you about this test? Of course, he's brave. That's because he already awakened his Force. And it's not like the test will be hard. If anything, this will be the easiest group there is."

  "What do you mean?" the red-haired boy asked again.

  "It's a waste of time trying to expin it to you."

  "Aww, e on, expin it to me!" the boy begged.

  "HYAH!"

  SWISH! SWISH!

  The partit jumped into the air as two arrows flew past him.

  "That boy is the son of the northern marquis, Lord Mossflower. Their Force style is very agile and swift. Look, he's even using a rapier," the other boy expio the red-head. "A rapier user against a bow user, in this small space, who do you think will have the advantage?"

  "Huh? What does that have to do with the test?" the red-headed boy asked again.

  "You're hopeless. Of course, Lord Mossflower’s son will have the advantage! His agility and speed will overpower the examiner who only fire so many arrows at this distance!"

  "Is that so?" the red-headed boy asked, when suddenly, his eyes ged. "But I don't think so."

  TWANG! SWISH!

  G!

  Young Lord Mossflower deflected the arrow and ran even faster towards the red fg. However, even with the distance shortened, Nahwu didn’t stop firing her arrows.

  Six feet, three feet—"HYAA!"

  The boy’s rapier burst with Force as he jumped into the air, attag Nahwu. He could have just run past her at that point, but he decided to show off—

  But something ued suddenly happened.

  STRUCK! CRACK!

  The st arrow Nahwu shot flew bad hit the boy from behind, destroying his bracelet’s prote spell.

  “GAH!” Young Lord Mossflower’s body was thrown forward—THUD!—and his face struck the fgpole after Nahwu scooted out of the way.

  Everyone fell silent.

  “My, so you have awakened your Force! You should’ve told me earlier. You pass!” Nahwu said.

  “Pff—” Yvain couldn’t hold back his ughter. And because of him, everyoarted ughing too.

  “How dare you ugh at me!” An Mossflower rose to his feet with a face as red as a tomato, partly because he had just struck the pole with his face, and partly due to embarrassment. “Who started it?! I’ll remember your face!”

  “Me,” Yvain raised his hand with a smile.

  An poi him with anger bursting from within, his Force fming upwards, “You—! You—!”

  “Me. I want to try , Yhness Princess Nahwu,” Yvain said as he bowed politely. He then turo An and nodded, “You are s, Lord Mossflower. How you awaken your Force so soon? Please teach me your ways ter, and gratutions on passing the test.”

  An’s anger suddenly dissipated, and he immediately blushed at Yvain’s uedly beautifu—prett—handsome face.

  “Cough! Th-thanks,” he stammered, momentarily mistaking him firl before realizing his error. He watched Yvain go to his position and thought, “Later? He's so fident he pass…”

  Yvain caught a glimpse of Nahwu’s mischievous and petitive nature. The moment An Mossflower used his Force, she too employed her Force, trolling the arrow like a guided missile to hit him from behind.

  Though there was no point in attag him from behind so close to the fg, and she could easily defend herself from his Force attack, she still chose to surprise him.

  Though he passed, he learned his lesson.

  Princess Nahwu possessed a strong sense of justice. Judging from his master’s expression, she disliked this sense of justibined with her ignorand strict moral view.

  Well, Yvain didn’t know the reason why his master was so ed about her, but part of his mission here was to find out.

  “I hadn’t introduced myself, but you already know who I am,” Nahwu looked at Yvain suspiciously.

  “Oh, Yhness, did you fet that you’re the only elf enrolling in this academy? Or, in any human academy for that matter,” Yvain said politely.

  Nahwu chuckled, her eyes slightly narrowing, feeling that the boy seemed too sly for a 12-year-old. She instructed, “State your name and number.”

  “Evan di Sator, 337,” Yvain said.

  Hearing it, Nahwu raised an eyebrow. She clearly heard there were only a total of 336 partits for the test. But then, she remembered the otion earlier in the m when they squeezed in one more partit.

  She asked around, and someoold her, “Probably someone bribed the staff to add another slot.”

  Evan di Sator… he was the son of a very wealthy person who caused quite the murmurs at the front gate earlier. She remembered her versation with Lo in the m and realized that this family were indeed bad people.

  Bribing to get their pto the exam was bad enough, now they were trying to curry favor with her?

  “Please take care of me, Yhness. Ah, maybe I should call you Senior from now on,” Yvain said as he summoned his longsword.

  “No,” Nahwu frowned. “You don’t have the right to call me that yet.”

  Yvain noticed the ge in Nahwu’s expression and tone of voice the moment he mentioned his he boy held his smile.

  Ah, Burn did a great job bribing his way into the academy indeed.

  "I’m ready. Please begiest," Yvain said, easing into his stance.

  Nahwu groueeth. “One minute, in three, two, one—!”

  The moment a proje of a one-miimer appeared above her head, she released an arrow from her bow, shooting right at Yvain, when suddenly—

  The boy straightened himself and opened his arms, readily accepting the arrow to his chest.

  STRUCK! CRACK—CRACKLE!

  The prote spell was destroyed in one go, while everyone preseheir jaws hit the ground. Even Nahwu herself widened her eyes in disbelief, and so were the examiners on their seats above.

  “Your Mama told you to cheat because she wants you to use your brain. Use the most effective method, the easiest path for you. But when you see the opportunity to get stroake it instead of using the safer path.”

  Yvain grinned. He muttered, “I wonder what the bonus prize is if I awaken my Force today, Papa.”

  High risk, high return.

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  He's taking after Burn and Man more and more... his father would be proud :'v

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