Hiruki's fingers danced across the pages of a book, his eyes scanning the contents. "Okay, then let's begin the test. If I call out your name, come to the front and choose your weapon."

The room was electric with tension as Hiruki's eyes locked onto the book. He paused, his mouth opening to call out the first student. "Hiroshi Kurodo."

The class erupted into a flurry of movement, heads swiveling as they searched for the first student. A towering figure emerged from the crowd, his massive frame and chiseled features commanding attention. Hiroshi's face was set in a determined grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

As he approached the table, the class watched with bated breath. Hiroshi's gaze swept over the array of weapons, his hand hovering over the table before finally coming to rest on a massive sword almost his size.

A brilliant blue light enveloped the sword, and Hiroshi's face lit up with a triumphant grin. But in an instant, his expression contorted in agony, his body shuddering as large amounts of aura flickered out of the sword uncontrollably. He stumbled, his massive frame crashing to the ground as he fell unconscious.

The class gasped in horror, their eyes wide with shock. Hiruki and Shizuki exchanged a somber glance, their faces etched with concern.

Hiruki's voice was low and grave. "He failed to bond with his weapon. Hence, the sword consumed all his soul energy, knocking him unconscious."

Shizuki's eyes swept over the class, her expression serious. "I hope you now understand the seriousness of this test. I know you're all frightened, but I assure you, there's nothing to be afraid of. You just have to choose your weapon wisely."

Hiruki's gaze dropped to the book, his voice firm. "Hiroshi Kurodo... failed."

The room was heavy with tension, the class exchanging nervous glances. Hiruki's expression turned grim, and he swiftly exited the room, calling out for the medic team.

The door burst open, and a team of medics rushed in, their faces set with concern. They swiftly and carefully lifted Hiroshi's limp form onto a stretcher, their movements a testament to their training and expertise.

As they turned to exit the room, the medic team's leader cast a brief, serious glance at Shizuki and the students. The door closed behind them with a soft thud, leaving the students to process the sudden turn of events.

Hiruki's voice was calm and soothing, attempting to ease the tension in the room. "Okay then, I hope that didn't scare you. Let's proceed with the test as I call out the next name."

His head bent, and his eyes scanned the pages of his book. "Kinji Ishida."

Kinji's movements were deliberate as he rose from his chair, his gaze fixed intently on the array of weapons before him. The room fell silent, all eyes drawn to the young man as he searched for the perfect choice.

His fingers hovered over the hilts, as if sensing the energy of each blade. Then, his hand closed around the silver katana with the golden hilt. He lifted it slowly, the weight of the sword settling into his palm like a promise.

Kinji's eyes never wavered, his focus solely on the blade as he raised it to the light. For a fleeting moment, he closed his eyes, and when they opened again, a collective gasp filled the room.

A brilliant blue aura erupted from the sword, dancing along its length like flickering flames. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as Kinji stood there, the sword shining with an intense light.

The room was electrified with surprise, the students and instructors alike frozen in awe. Shizuki's eyes narrowed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Well done, Kinji," she said, her voice low and impressed. "You have chosen your weapon, and it has chosen you."

As the blue aura dissipated, Kinji stood tall, the sword still humming with energy in his hand. Hiruki's gaze locked onto Kinji, a hint of impression on his face.

"Well done, Kinji. You have passed the weapon test," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "Now, could you kindly go to Room One? You will be told what to do there."

Hiruki's eyes dropped to the book, his pen scratching across the pages as he wrote. Kinji nodded, his face set with determination, and exited the room.

Hiruki's voice rang out once more, calling forth the next student.

" Aya Suzuki. "

A young woman stepped forward, her movements confident as she approached the table. She echoed Kinji's success, choosing her perfect weapon with ease.

Shizuki's nod of approval sent her to Room One. As the remaining students took their turns, each one successfully forming a bond with their chosen weapon, the room began to empty.

Hiruki's gaze swept over the dwindling group, his eyes locking onto Shizuki. "It seems like everyone is doing quite well now, Shizuki," he observed, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Shizuki's gaze narrowed, her focus on the final three students, Crinix, Takahishi and Niski . "Only three are left now. Let's proceed with the test, Hiruki, and get this over with."

Hiruki nodded, his voice calling out the next name. "Niski, please come forward."

Crinix offered a quiet "Good luck" as Niski rose from his seat, his eyes fixed on the table before him. With a deep breath, he reached out, his hand closing around the hilt of a sword with a silver blade and blue hilt. As he lifted it, the familiar aura erupted, enveloping the sword in a warm, blue glow.

Niski's eyes widened, his heart racing with excitement, as he felt the sword's energy resonate with his own. The bond was forming, a connection that went beyond mere metal and steel. He could sense the sword's history, its power, and its willingness to serve him. With a gentle smile, Niski whispered, " Hmpft! This was easy.”

"Well done, Niski. You have passed. Proceed to Room One." said Shizuki

Niski looks back and faces Crinix and Takahishi with a grin on his face, in his heart he says l wish you guys good luck. With that he leaves the room. Only Takahishi and Crinix now left.

Hiruki's gaze lifted from his book, his voice calling out the next name. "Crinix Crimson, please come forward."

Crinix sprang from his seat, his eyes locking onto Takahishi as he passed. "It's gonna be okay, Takahishi, just remember what Shinro taught us," he said, offering a reassuring smile.

Takahishi's face mirrored the sentiment, his nod a silent thank you as Crinix continued to the front.

Before the table of weapons, Crinix's focus intensified, his mind racing with Shinro's lessons. He scanned the array of swords, his gaze darting from one to another, before coming to rest on a silver axe adorned with mystic runes. The axe, roughly the size of his arm, seemed to call to him.

With deliberate slowness, Crinix reached out, his hand closing around the axe's hilt. He closed his eyes, breathing in the weight of Shinro's teachings. As he released his aura into the axe, the air around him began to shimmer.

The axe erupted into a brilliant blue blaze, the mystic runes glowing with an ethereal light. Crinix felt the warm energy coursing through the hilt, a sense of unity and purpose washing over him.

His eyes snapped open, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "I've done it," he whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Hiruki's voice cut through the moment, his words firm and commanding. "Well done, Crinix. You have chosen well. That means you pass . Proceed to Room One, where your will be told what to do next ”

With Hiruki it's words Crinix immediately exits the room. The only person now left is Takahishi.