The full name of the young man in question was Ryan Jackson. He was a character whose presence was immediately noticeable, thanks to his striking ginger-colored hair that bore an uncanny resemblance to the color of freshly peeled ginger root. This vibrant hue added a unique flair to his appearance, making him stand out in any crowd. Ryan's personality was an intriguing blend of humor and crudeness, often making him the center of attention. He possessed a quick wit and a sharp tongue, capable of eliciting laughter with his clever remarks, though his humor could sometimes border on the abrasive. Despite this, his endearing qualities shone through, endearing him to those who took the time to understand him.In many ways, Ryan fits the mold of a stereotypical character—specifically, the archetypal best friend of the protagonist, a role that could be found in countless novels. He was the dependable sidekick, always ready with a joke or a sarcastic comment to lighten the mood, yet capable

"Oh, the system crashed, so I can't even get an appraisal," Ryoshu sighed, his voice tinged with frustration and resignation. He felt a wave of irritation wash over him, his shoulders slumping slightly as the day's weight seemed to settle more heavily upon them. With a deep breath, he stood up, bracing himself for what would come next: England's national anthem. The familiar tune began to play, and although the surrounding students sang with gusto, Ryoshu merely moved his lips in sync with the music. He didn't know the lyrics, and this charade was his only way to get through the ordeal without drawing too much attention to himself. He felt a bit of a fraud, but it was better than openly admitting his ignorance.He glanced down at the cheap watch strapped to his wrist, its plastic casing and flimsy strap a stark reminder of his current misfortunes. He let out an exasperated breath, the sound lost amidst the singing. "Now I have to learn how to use this damn thing," he thought, his an

The teacher paused for a moment, long enough for those who felt the sting of his words to fully experience their crushing disappointment. The silence stretched, allowing the weight of their emotions to settle deeply."However," he resumed, his voice firm and unwavering, "listen to me. Life is not fair."Ryoshu, standing off to the side, watched the scene unfold. He thought, 'So he's going to tell these kids the harsh truth bluntly? I wonder if they can handle it.' As he glanced around the room, he could see the intensely bitter expressions on the faces of the teenagers. It didn't matter if they were nobles or commoners; yesterday's test was far more challenging than any of them had anticipated."Yesterday," the teacher continued, "some of you might have thought you had the right to underestimate the test. But let me clarify: you must always be on high alert as heroes. The moments you allow yourselves to relax, even for an instant, are the moments when you truly risk your lives."He

"But I must admit, they are noisy," Ryoshu thought, observing the animated conversations and occasional outbursts of laughter echoing through the hall.Just as this thought crossed his mind, a sudden, piercing noise erupted, nearly bursting his eardrums. The sound was so loud and unexpected that it made him wince and cover his ears."Ah... I apologize for that. Just a little technical glitch," came the voice of Vivian, the event organizer, as she fiddled with the microphone, trying to get it to work correctly.The entire hall fell silent in the aftermath of the deafening noise. It was as if the sound had stunned everyone into momentary silence. Ryoshu looked around and saw that his fellow students were all reacting similarly, rubbing their ears and grimacing. It was clear that they all shared the same thought: "We almost went deaf, Miss!"Vivian, now composed and with the microphone functioning correctly, addressed the audience. "Now, we will announce the Combat Department's placem

"Thank you, Miss," Cynthia said, her voice soft and respectful, accompanied by a polite smile that added to her graceful demeanor. Her eyes reflected a genuine appreciation that comes from a deep well of gratitude, and her posture remained impeccably straight, exuding an aura of elegance.Ms. Vivian extended her hand, shaking Cynthia's with a firm and reassuring grip, a silent promise of support and guidance. Turning her attention to Selene, who stood patiently beside her sister, Ms. Vivian's expression softened further, acknowledging the younger sibling's quiet strength."Next, we have Selene," Ms. Vivian began, her gaze shifting to the younger Azure sister. "Although you are not very outspoken, your support for your friends and family has been invaluable. It was thanks to your efforts that Cynthia was able to hold off Mr. Kenzo."Selene's response was immediate and enthusiastic, her voice bright and energetic. "Thank you very much," she said, the contrast between her lively demeanor