CHAPTER 8. Reale Academy (2)
"What exceptional combat intuition, definitely a prodigy capable of reaching high grade"
Xavier Overfold, The Principal of Reale Academy, praised as he watched multiple screens showing the combat assessment of the first years. His eyes were focused on a particular screen, on a teenage girl in a white shirt, black pants and a pair of sneakers, her hair was bundled into a pony tail, her beautiful face and flawless skin made it seem like she had never known any hardship in her entire life.
But her expression, fighting style and capabilities told a completely different story, her every move was well timed and near perfect with little to no margin of error, she dodged with the least amount of motion required. Her incredible precision scared Xavier a bit, her apparent combat skills were better than many veterans he had come across. In fact, she was definitely better than the instructor assessing her, if not for her lower grade and physical capabilities, Xavier estimated that she would have already defeated her opponent, of course this was assuming they didn't use their innate abilities. Abilities were like unpredictable variables, when abilities were used even a lesser grade could pose a threat to a high grade in rare scenarios.
The fight went on for a few minutes and as expected, without using her ability she managed to land a hit on the instructor within the 4 minutes.
Xavier watched the instructor hand the girl a card before telling her that her combat grade is A-
"Emily, tell me about that girl?" Xavier asked his secretary
A petite lady, in a black suit holding a tablet and a joystick, she seemed to be like she was in her late twenties. She scrolled on the tablet for a few seconds before responding
"Hayley Servas, she's from a middle-class family that owns a medium sized restaurant. She enrolled with her twin brother, Hale Servas, his combat grade is B++, he is currently in the intelligence assessment area."
"B++ combat grade?"
Xavier was genuinely surprised, under normal circumstances, excluding the children from the top families, the average for first year students was in the range of F++ to D-, The first years who get D or above were considered prodigies with immense talent and were usually the children of the executives, the top organizations or the top families.
Strictly speaking, besides the hero three hundred years ago, who had a B- combat grade in his first year, even a C combat grade was rarely seen in first years.
Shaking his head, With a solemn expression
"It's truly a pity they are from a middle-class family; their qualitative existence is likely 2nd tier lesser grade at best. They likely won't be able to make it to high grade."
Xavier was fairly certain regarding this, although he looked like he was in his sixties, he and the 17th Woshalden emperor personally founded Reale over 400 years ago. He had seen his fair share of talented and promising prospects have their dreams and ambitions crushed by the insurmountable wall of time and resources.
Upon achieving high-grade qualitative existence, A human's lifespan would increase by 200 percent, about 200 years. This would triple at higher-grade and quadruple at great-grade.
It was difficult for students to without sufficient background to advance to high grade. Without the expensive resources, even if one trained 32 hours a day only getting 4 hours for rest, it would take over 70 years to go from lesser-grade to high-grade. It was exactly because of this that students from the middle class or lower families couldn't reach high-grade as they would reach the end of their lifespan before they could get there, this is added to the fact that training efficiency decreases the older you get.
Letting out a sigh Xavier said
"Their only chance now is to win the inter-academy competition and the provincial student tournament."
In another section of the colossal Reale building, except for the occasional entry of a new student every five minutes, the hall was completely silent despite there being over 8000 students in the hall. They were all on their desks scribbling on white paper, this was the intelligence test each student had an hour to take the test, once the timer was up the paper would automatically disappear from the desk.
They call this a test? So much for the most prestigious academy, this test is so simple even my baby sister Mika could ace this
The test was the standard IQ test.
The Papers in front of me faded out of existence, my time was up, I was directed to the waiting space, where the other students were.
Stepping into the room, I noticed there were many circles and cliques, lots of these cliques were formed around the kids of the executives or the kids of the top families, of course I didn't know any of these kids or their names, after all I spent most of my childhood training, I didn't have the time to learn the names of some spoiled brats.
Of course, there were a few loners, here and there but they didn't really stand out in this space that had over 8000 students with more flocking in from the intelligence test hall.
I found a corner and decided to sit on my own. Barely five minutes later a nerdy kid in glasses walked up to me
"Uh excuse me can I sit here?"
I didn't really mind but I was curious, this hall was at least 700 by 500 if not bigger, even if there were over 8000 students in here most of them were flocking together so there was ample space around.
"Why here? Why not somewhere else?"
He hasn't answered me when a voice came from a few meters behind him
"Hurry up Derrick, all you had to do was call a fellow scrub over, it can't be that difficult"
The nerdy kids whose name was apparently derrick started shaking uncontrollably. He stammered
"I… I'm…. on… it"
Looking behind the shivering boy, I noticed a group of boys, exactly 8 in number. The boy in the center was in unreasonably expensive clothing, he had lots of gold accessories on, he was clearly a very materialistic person.
He had an angry look on his face like he was looking at a pile of shit
He turned to one of the kids beside him
"Arnold, it seems he's not willing to cooperate. Teach him a lesson and bring that other scrub over here"
Derrick widened his eyes in terror, getting on his knees, he pleaded
"Please, have mercy"
I was really confused, why was this moron kneeling to these dumbasses
Arnold started walking towards derrick, he clenched his palm and aimed a punch at derrick. Just as his punch was about to land, my fist connected with his face sending him flying a few meters. He landed on the floor at the rich kids' feet, completely knocked out.
"I don't know what's going on here but you guys look like bullies, I don't have a problem with it just don't do it in front of me."
The boy in gold accessories looked even more annoyed, he spoke "You, which family are you from? don't you know who I am? I am Joshua Parker, my father is Eden parker, the CEO of CLAWS. I don't know who you are but your family definitely can't compare to mine, I suggest you come kiss my feet and apologize"
I sneered at him "Dude what the hell are you talking about? I don't give a damn who your papa is."
Two of the boys in the group suddenly charged at me
"How dare you speak to Joshua that way?"
"Die"
Just as they were within range and I was about to knock them out, my view distorted, everyone was now standing in straight lines like an assembly of children. I looked at my sister who was behind me
"What just happened?"
Hayley didn't answer like every other person in the hall her eyes were fixed on a figure at the raised platform, I turned to see what they were all looking at, I saw a woman, she had dazzling gold hair, she seemed to have some sort of warmth radiating from her. This warmth soon filled the entire hall and affected the emotions of every person. It felt really odd, like when I was younger in my mom's embrace.
"Hello Everyone, I am Celia Von Woshalden, the vice principal of Reale academy."