You arrived finally to the Hunter Exam, taking your badge, when it was handed to you. You leaned against a wall and started analysing and judging everyone that entered. You were one of the first to be there, so it was pretty easy. You needed an ally, afterall. Your hands crossed, expression cold, eyes calculating as you acknowledged everyone that entered.

You rose an eyebrow as number 44, entered. He radiated an aura of power and magic around him. You came to the conclusion that he was a wizard or something like that.

Then number 99 came through the entrance. A kid with a skateboard on line to be a Hunter? He certainly did not look powerless with his relaxed expression and hands in pockets. He looked like he was bored more than anything else.

Then a group of three entered. Numbers 404, 405 and 403. Another kid was with them. He looked about the age of number 99. The other two were most likely over seventeen and were bickering like an old married couple. The twelve year old was smiling widely and trying to get them to stop arguing.