"I know this girl," she declared confidently, her voice echoing in the large hall."You thought I didn't-didn't know? She's the least talented among the three sisters, isn't she?"" Her tone carried a mix of curiosity and a hint of smugness, as if she enjoyed revealing this information."Yes, that's right," came the quick and affirmative response, solidifying her assumption."I find myself feeling quite sorry for her all of a sudden," she added with a soft sigh, her expression shifting to sympathy. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone absorbed her words.After a prolonged barrage of harsh criticisms that left the girl visibly shaken, Vivian decided it was time to change her approach. She had delivered her harsh words with precision, but now, seeing the girl's sad demeanor, she felt a pang of regret. Switching her tone from stern to reassuring, she said:"But let's not forget that being in class A-1, with guidance and support from the dedicated teachers at Spiral Academy, will
"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
Ryan has a remarkable knack for seizing opportunities and quietly provides consistent support to help Luna. From the outset, she found it difficult to notice anything extraordinary about him with just one glance. His demeanor seemed unassuming, blending into the background during initial assessments. However, as she took the time to observe him more closely during subsequent evaluations, his unique combat style and quick-witted nature became unmistakably evident. Each movement in battle displayed a level of finesse and strategic thinking that set him apart. His ability to adapt swiftly to changing circumstances and devise effective tactics on the fly made him a genuinely skilled individual."You need to focus on refining your Mana and strengthening your body," she advised. "Your potential is evident but requires honing to reach its fullest expression. Your quick thinking and distinctive combat style will benefit greatly from enhanced physical conditioning and deeper control over yo
"Hello, Esther," the instructor began, his tone firm yet encouraging. "I'm sure you understand your weaknesses better than anyone. However, I will still point out the important ones, in case you aren't unaware. Although you can deal damage and control blood, you only utilize about 50% or less of your true potential.He paused, allowing his words to sink in, observing Esther's reaction. She stood there, a mixture of surprise and contemplation on her face, as she absorbed the critique. Her fingers twitched slightly, a sign of her internal struggle to process the feedback while maintaining her composure."I trust that you will overcome these shortcomings sooner or later," he continued, his voice steady and confident. "See you in class A-1." With a decisive gesture, he dismissed her, signaling the end of her evaluation. Still grappling with the shock of the situation, Esther managed a nod before stepping aside, her mind racing with thoughts of improvement and determination."Ranked 4th
"With the same score as in the original. I'm going to have to give a speech soon. I guess I need to be humble... after all, I only want the title and a few accompanying benefits."As these words echoed in his mind, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his consciousness, each vying for his attention like the countless pedestrians on a bustling city street. The mental chaos he experienced mirrored the frantic pace of urban life, where everyone seemed to have a clear destination and purpose. His brain darted from one consideration to another, creating a cacophony of ideas and emotions he struggled to manage.He reflected on his situation, thinking, "And it might come as quite a surprise to many... but the second place, with 500 points, is none other than Albert Midnight, the scion of the renowned Midnight family. He achieved this entirely through his merit... and also managed to hit me straight in the gut. I'm sure that student Midnight has limitless potential in the future."These wor
He wasn't exactly afraid of any apparent hostile force; instead, he felt a deep, unsettling sense of unease. It was a sensation that gnawed at him, leaving him restless and anxious as though the air around him was saturated with foreboding. Ryoshu seemed to sense an immense presence, as if unseen deities were observing him from the void, their gaze penetrating and all-knowing. This eerie feeling was so intense that he couldn't tell if it was a product of his imagination or something more tangible, a whisper of otherworldly scrutiny that wrapped around his soul.'Could I be hallucinating?' he wondered, his thoughts a whirlpool of confusion and doubt, swirling in a chaotic dance of uncertainty. The question echoed in his mind, but there was no time for answers or clarity, only a gnawing dread that refused to be silenced.Time, relentless and unforgiving, did not wait for his chaotic mind to settle. The moments he has ticked away, dragging him forward despite his inner turmoil, each tic
"Do I have to stand up and go up there?" he asked himself, his voice barely a whisper, almost lost in the vast auditorium.He was rooted to his seat for a brief moment, gripped by an almost paralyzing hesitation. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum. The enormity of the task ahead weighed heavily on him, but he knew he couldn't let fear hold him back. Summoning every ounce of willpower, he shook off the doubt and slowly rose to his feet. The sensation was almost dreamlike as if he were floating rather than walking, each step guided by an unseen force that carried him toward the stage with a surprising sense of resolve."I don't want to go up there," he thought, vividly recalling his middle school days. Back then, the mere idea of standing before the class to give a presentation filled him with dread. He could still recall the clammy palms, the dry mouth, and the way his voice would tremble uncontrollably. And now, he was expected t
Ryoshu was on the verge of shaking his head vigorously in refusal. He could feel his muscles tensing, ready to execute the motion, but somehow, inexplicably, the microphone ended up in his hand in less than the blink of an eye. It was as if the universe had conspired against him in that fleeting moment. The cold metal of the microphone pressed into his palm, its unexpected presence grounding and alarming. The weight of it anchored him to the spot, preventing any escape."Yes, may I speak?" His voice echoed through the vast expanse of the auditorium, magnified by the sound system and reaching every corner of the room. The unexpected amplification startled him, and he could almost hear a collective murmur of surprise from the audience. The sound waves bounced off the high ceilings and walls, creating an almost ethereal reverberation that made his simple question feel profound and commanding.'Huh???' he thought, bewildered. How had this happened? One moment, he was preparing to shrink