"Okay, that's enough!".
Dannan's loud shout reverberated across the arena. He glanced toward the middle and saw an unbelievable sight.
Many candidates were sprawled on the ground, with only one of them standing up. The standing boy shrugged his shoulder, and a trace of his effort could be seen in his glistening skin and the erratic breath he inhaled.
Hours had passed since the skill test was being held, and now the sky had drowned in golden crimson, signaling that the time had almost ripened for night.
The boy, Jin, waved his hand and let the eastern wooden sword vanish. He turned around, giving the man a glare that froze his heart. 'Man, how can a kid like him have that much power and aura?'.
Mastery in swordsmanship and even his magic was way above that of even the teacher in the academy.
'This year might be the golden generation that this academy could produce'. Dannan muttered inside his heart.
