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Trials (5/5)

Situated in a room adjacent to the Trials, an elderly gentleman in his mid to late forties sat at a table, a blunt clenched between his teeth as he slowly rifled through the reports in front of him. Hard brown eyes flicked through sheet after sheet with a look of general disinterest, a crooked nose pointing down at a stained white shirt and ruffled grey pants. The only noise around the man was the movement of paper and the exhale of the grey haired individual as he let out an abnormally large cloud of smoke every so often. The longer the man sat scanning the newbie reports, the more impatient he seemed to get, his finger tapping the wooden table in annoyance.

The intense tapping was interrupted by a loud, bell-like sound which reverberated throughout the area, a noise that shattered the previously quiet atmosphere. However, rather than be annoyed by the sudden eruption of harmonic bells, the man seemed relieved as he quickly reached into his pocket.

The gentleman inhaled a quick puff from his blunt before tossing the small, thumb sized, crystal ball onto the table before him, of which continued to ring and vibrate on the oak surface. The man listened to the clear crystal ring a few more times, a curious look on his face as he breathed out a large grey cloud of smoke.

"Answer," the man finally said after about a minute.

Almost immediately, the small object ceased its ringing, falling completely silent and returning the room to its former state. Then, a light shot upwards from it, extending about two feet into the air before expanding, a screen taking the shape of a blue rectangle. On that rectangular screen, a young elven woman with long black hair and dark green eyes appeared, one with an all business sort of look. In the background, the man could see a group of newbies crowded around, standing as far back as possible from a squad of Goblin Guards.

"Ah, Akie. What a pleasant surprise," the man said, a small smile spreading across his long face. "To what do I owe the honor? Here to ask me out on a date? I'd be willing to listen to and entertain your proposal."

"Please refrain from making such remarks at work, Ceon Mapel," Akino replied without missing a beat, snipping her works as she readjusted her clipboard beneath her shoulder. "This is business so try to at least act professional. This is in regards to examinee #31 of group 16, known as Jak Yanda."

Ceon Mapel clicked his tongue in annoyance, no longer interested in anything the woman had to say. As someone who believed that females were well below that of males, he didn't enjoy the feeling of being told off by the black haired receptionist. The only reason he had taken the job as a third trial examiner in the first place was majorly due to the abnormally high payout. If not for that particular reason, and the presence of some hot female receptionists, he wouldn't have even walked into the WGC that morning, especially when he had to put up with the attitudes on the dumb broads within the WGC.

Akino, of course, quickly took notice of Ceon's sudden disinterest, but she blatantly ignored it, a fact that annoyed the elderly man even more as she went on to state what she intended to say from the start.

"The examinee known as Jak Yanda has passed the second trial and will be moving on to the third and final exam." Akino pushed up her glasses as she stared at Ceon, frustration barely hidden behind a mask of professionalism. "Please take the necessary precautions when confronting him. The young man has taken numerous hits from the Goblin Guards and has remained standing. In addition, he has knocked them around repeatedly over the course of a five minute period and even left two unconscious for an unspecified period of time."

"What, did y'all dumb broads give him a weapon?" Ceon muttered, no longer bothering to keep up a civil act. "That's a violation of WGC regulations if I'm not wrong. I wonder what upper management would think when they find out about such clear cut favoritism."