"Now we are going to group you into ten groups okay." A knight secretary says as the children merge into ten groups with guidance from trained knights.
"You aren't here to play or joke around or show off. You're here to prove that you have what it takes mentally, physical and most importantly magically to protect this continent... Am i clear?". Sir Timothy yells out.
"YESSIR!". The adolescents respond with a shout.
"All of you are all over 18, am i right?". Sir Timothy asks the crowd of ten.
"YESSIR!".
"We have verified the documents you have brought to us based on your birth certificate and identities. Now we begin the trials."
"When you hear your names you step out.. i will call one person each from each group of ten as you all know we allow 200 people to participate every 5 years." Sir Timothy added.
"Not all of you will make the cut but you already know this don't you?" He added with a smile.
"We have captains of all the squads in all the Knights guilds watching as you perform here and prove yourself worthy to become their squire." Sir Timothy continued.
"We will group you based on age group and you will display your experience, your strategy, your tactics as well as your affinity type if you are a druid, druids are also sorcerers so if you are an enhancer, sensor or healer or even a weapons master do well to showcase yourself to your fullest". He added.
"Let's BEGIN!!!".
The children anxious, some prideful, some ambitious and some very unsure of themselves. Custos didn't mind the atmosphere, he only had one thing to prove. Himself.
"The 20 of you in each group will participate one by one, a member of each group will be assigned an opponent within the group by the judges, as the group will be split in half and you will face against your opponents and climb your way to the top of your groups and eventually the winner in each group will face another winner of another group and so on. We will assume a ranking for the 200 of you when the trail is done and you will be shown what guild captains want you in their guild and you will make a choice for yourself". Lady Lunar says as she addresses the group.
"Group one, we will now split you into two groups of ten and we will see who comes out on top". Lady Lunar says as she steps off the stage with Sir Timothy.
Group one had faced each other one after the other until the last two remained.
"It's the beast himself. John Howling, now he has to face the number two in the group Jamie Bedrock the young baron, it's been decades since we've had a baron in here with us. Let's see who will emerge victorious". The commentator spoke.
Howling climbs unto the stage and twists his body as he prepares for his opponent.
Bedrock climbs unto the stage hanging his coat, placing his ring inside a box and getting into a combative position.
It was clear Howling's cloths had been torn from previous battles while Bedrock's remained intact.
FIGHT!
BEAST ARTS. WILDWOLF.
Howling screams out as he gains partial transformation into a wolf like state. This was different from being a werewolf as werewolfs are born werewolves and Beast Arts users assume the nature of any beast and gain their features based on mastery and technique.
Howling a human shifts into his wolf form as his dark blue hair extends throughout his body and he gains a bigger physique as was sharper teeth, large ears and nose as well as claws.
Displaying his incredible art. He propels himself forwards destroying half the stage as he let's out a mighty howl. Drawing out his sharp claws to attack his opponent.
As he reaches his opponent. Bedrock displaying his eccentric nature sits calmly and suddenly a thick wall of crystal appears Infront of the charging howling as he smashes into it. Instantly winning the battle. Bedrock possessed a rare type of the Earth affinity type. Crystal Magic.
"Jamie Bedrock is the WINNER!!!". The commentator says out loud
The others kids commented how most of them never stood a chance against an opponent like Bedrock.
Custos Sol!
Ragnar Hutt!
Ragnar and Custos waited as the stage was reformed by one of the knights.
Ragnar climbed the stage. About twenty years of age. Had long black flowing hair. A jean jacket and weilded two pickaxes.
Custos had observed the boy's previous matches. He was violent and pushed his opponents to the limits but that wasn't the biggest challenge to Custos who didn't weild a weapon.
The biggest challenge to him was that they shared the same affinity. To him it was a mismatch, how could he possibly win he thought to himself.
A captain leaned closely to observe the fight as if waiting for Custos to suprise him.
"You going to fight or are you going to stare." Ragnar yelled at Custos who was lost in thoughts.
Custos snapped back to reality and stood his guard.
Ragnar infused his pickaxes with flames as well as his feet. He uses the flames for propulsion. He swung his axes left and right hoping to strike his opponent or scare him away but Custos remained observant.
"Are you going to hit you or are you going to bore me this entire match?". Ragnar stuck out his tongue.
"I'm looking for blood. Where is your blood?" He yelled out.
Custos still kept a safe distance.
"Yunno i have heard about you. The son of the vice leader of Hercules Guild. Son of the great Titus Sol, the great human alchemist. I don't really see you living up to expectations." Ragnar said out as he tried to enrage his opponent.
" Or maybe you're just not good enough." Ragnar added.
Custos stopped and looked him dead in the eye.
"That's it!"
"Gimme all you got!". Ragnar yelled out as he used his flames and shot himself towards Custos as his laughs echoed around the auditorium.
A ball of flames began to appear beside Custos.
Ragnar stopped himself midway.
"What the hell is....THAT!!". Ragnar said to himself.
The ball of flames had begun to generate what would appear to be centrifugal force as debris from the previous battle. Surrounded it.
The observing captain got off his seat at the audience and realised this was what he was looking for.
A RARE TYPE.
Custos controlling the ball of flames generated a beam from it that sent Ragnar flying off the stage. The debris fell down as the flames dissolved.
The captain yelled out from the section of the crowd where he sat.
"YOU!" He yelled out as he pointed at Custos.
"I want you.... To join my SQUAD!".
The confused Custos looked up in suprise as the other captains stood up yelling out for him to join their guild. The young Custos had been unaware that he had the power of The Sun in his hands.