Fenrir passed the test with flying colors, defeating the upperclassman after a short fight, lasting only 3 minutes, which was surprising given he was fighting one of the Academy's elites. As the fight ended, the boy walked out of the arena with his spear slung over his shoulder. He approached Yerin as if he had not just defeated one of the most skilled members of the Imperial Academy, and in doing so proved himself to be among humanity’s strongest.

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Fenrir dispelled the illusion, along with the time distortion magic he had cast alongside it. While the battle seemed to be only three minutes long to others, he had actually tor- er, conversed with Jusen for three hours within the spell. As he stopped one meter from Yerin, she ran to him and… punched him in the face. Or at least, tried to. At the last moment, Fenrir cocked his head to the side, avoiding her fist by mere micrometers.

Yerin paused for a moment, and retracted her hand.

Then she punched again.

And again, Fenrir dodged.

Frowning, Yerin tried a kick this time. In response, Fenrir dodged in the same manner, with the same graceful ease. He was rather confused as to why she was doing this. Perhaps some form of human custom? Or had she gotten angry somehow? But her soul seemed to indicate that she was more relieved than distressed…

Humans were so complicated.

“Stop-” Yerin threw another futile punch “-Dodging!” This time, she threw a roundhouse punch rather than the sharp jabs she had used before.

Fenrir did as she said, and received a fist to his face. Of course, he took no damage of any form. With her knuckles still pushing against his face, he cocked his head. Was this procedure some sort of common sense? If so, he shouldn’t ask her or his identity may come under suspicion…

As Fenrir debated his choices, Yerin spoke without retracting her hand. “Why’d you play around with him so much!? I was almost worried you’d lose! Idiot!!!”

Then, she moved her arm to grab Fenrir’s hand and dragged him off to get his room assigned.