"Yosh! Good to go!" he said upon his registration. Over time, others remaining in line were cleared to participate in the entrance exam. Many groups were present in the stadium, all in wait with their own varying levels of patience. Eventually, some would take note of a different group of people stepping out in front of a line of chairs in the stands above. Among these people were: a younger male with spiky blond hair, another with short and spiky white-silver hair and red face markings, a younger male with bright orange spiked hair, and a final male figure with long and vibrant red hair, and a mask covering the right half of his face. The first of these men to arrive was also the first to speak with these prospects. "Hoh! It looks like we have a lot this year! Who wants to be a Magic Knight!?" he called out, mostly to grab the attention of those who hadn't yet noticed this group's presence. As this man looked out into the crowd, the glow of a grimoire showed from beneath his waistline. Suddenly thereafter, tree roots would sprout next to every participant of the entrance exam, cutting themselves off to take the shape of brooms. The rest, he left to another...