Chapter 31: Mazekin Dimitri(5)
The training grounds were vast, an open field surrounded by tall stone walls with several combat arenas marked by white chalk lines. The distant clang of weapons and murmurs of people filled the air, creating an atmosphere thick with tension.
The combat practical had started an hour ago, and since I was the last applicant, I had to wait for everyone else to finish.
One saving grace was that multiple fights took place simultaneously across the combat arenas. The fights were not that long, lasting only 2-3 minutes at best. I mean what do you expect? The participants were up against experienced Mazekins.
Even if their rank might be determined to be similar—which sometimes is not accurate. The Mazekins had more experience in the field of battle. The participants should be like toddlers to them.
There was no way the participants could win unless they were some prodigy or monster.
Then how do they pass? It's simple really. This test is not about winning, it is about testing the adaptability of the person applying to be Mazekin.
Unlike mercenaries—Who do client requests only which range from small to big jobs. Mazekins are always in dangerous situations. They can also accept client requests but their main job is to explore the mazes or dungeons to find rare items and mana stones.
Mazekins also work in a party to increase their survival rates because going into the dungeon alone is suicide unless you are the fucking protagonist of the game. I would just slam Greatsword into those damn resting spirits or Draugrs.
"The current battles in the combat arenas are over," The Examiner announced who this time was a muscular middle-aged man with tanned skin marred with scars. He was wearing a black sleeveless combat dress showing his bulky arms.
But what stood out most was his shining moon of a bald head. That shit can blind the enemies in the battle.
But despite his looks and intimidating looks, he seems to be a cool-headed guy unlike in some other fantasy world where these types of people would shout till the eardrums of the people listening to them would burst with blood.