Location:
Southern Fields of New Fornia City.
Also known as "That Place Where Rookie Cultivators Get Smacked Around."
Shunya stared at the open field.
Tall grass swayed in the wind. The sky was cloudy. A group of around thirty examinees stood in neat rows while a bored instructor twirled a stick that looked suspiciously like a sword.
In front of them? A giant stone gate.
Beyond that? The testing grounds.
The monsters were waiting.
Shunya pulled at the strap of his training armor. It was too tight across the chest. He also somehow managed to put his boots on the wrong feet.
"Why do I feel like I'm not ready?" he muttered.
SYSTEM RESPONSE:
"Because you're not."
He sighed. "Thanks for the honesty."
Combat Test Instructions (aka Very Vague Rules)
The instructor— who looked like a man who'd retired three times but kept getting pulled back— cleared his throat.
