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[color=gray]Mark quietly followed Berke’s suggestion and accompanied him in turning in their forms, confident in his speech abilities and eager to follow the directions of his superiors.

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Mark’s body remained stiff as a board as soon as he slipped his tail through his chair. A written test! He stared at the sheets of paper in front of him as if they were wild animals to be dominated and trained. The vision-blocking magic surrounding him was bewildering and intensified all of his emotions in the way that a sensory deprivation tank does. He gazed harder at his test. 

Mark answered the reading and writing portions mediocrely. He was well acquainted with the world of spelling and grammar due to being such an avid reader, and occasionally creating his own comics every now and then (a badly kept secret) so questions covering the basics found themselves conquered. Although anything more complex than that was incredibly confusing, he wasn’t about to admit defeat and leave a single question go unanswered. Thus, no matter how little he knew about a given subject Mark would find SOMEthing to fill in the blanks with. And how little he knew.

Mathematics was a completely foreign subject. He knew what numbers were, but anything beyond counting them one by one was on the same level as rocket science, magic, and rocket science magic. The science section was just as confusing, maybe even more so, as a diagram of the female body made Mark experience twelve different emotions simultaneously. He quietly drew a gun on the male body and continued.

The general magic knowledge portion of the exam was the liberation from the madness, since it contained questions that he was equipped to answer. His favorite superheroes oftentimes gave lengthy dramatic monologues over magic types and magic classifications, so Mark had the information engraved inside of his brain. Filtering that information from everything that was attached to it was another problem entirely, however and the end result were answers that were technically right but consisted of blocky paragraphs that relied heavily on examples. [color=green]“FOUNDATION MAGIC IS WHAT SUPERHEROES LIKE THE STEAM STRIKER USE DUE TO THEM INVOLVING……. LIKE IN VOLUME 34 IN THE BEGINNING WHEN ALL THE UNOCTOCAN FIGHTERS USE FRIENDSHIP TO…… SORT OF LIKE THE CHARACTER….”[/color] It was possible that his answers weren’t all the most correct, but they were certainly the largest. His handwriting only added to the overwhelming effect that his responses gave off, consisting of exclusively capitalized letters that were surprisingly neat and written with extreme, unnecessary pressure. Writing is a window to the soul, they say.

The question “why are you here?” stood out from the others, and so did his answer. 

[color=green]“BE THE BEST SOLDIER. AND ASSIST IN UNLOCKING OTHER’S BEAST SPIRITS ALONG THE WAY.”[/color]

The second part was tacked on as he recalled the chimeras around him who were unwilling to embrace their monstrous characteristics and use them to their advantage. Coaching others was naturally implied from the start, but recent events made it seem like something that should be explicitly mentioned. With that question answered, it was time for the physical portion.

The one kilometer run was a positive activity for Mark, as it had been awhile since he had exercised. His above average endurance helped carry him through with no major problems. The long jump was a short affair thanks to a nice and agile frame. He did an average job at pulling the wagon, but once again maintained a steady and passionate attempt. It is important to mention that he was unleashing battle cries at various points throughout his challenges. 

In the cafeteria he listened intently to what the upperclassmen had to say over the magic exams that would soon take place. They were entertained by his peculiar behavior and had taken various creative liberties throughout their accounts in order to rile him up as much as possible since it beat eating the same old pretentious soup and sandwich. Repeated cries of [color=green]"WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARDS"[/color] rang strongly inside the building.[/color]