At the feeble age of 3, your parents abandoned you, leaving you in a poor village. Knowing you weren’t going to be as strong as others due to low magic powers, they didn’t want to disgrace the Kingdom of Arus’s name.

Eventually you got older, and of course, stronger with intense training. You decided you might just pay a visit to the kingdom for the ministry exams but in secret, hoping your identity isn’t exposed.

“I’ll need your name to asses your position in the exam for battling.” the man in the suit bowed and smiled then eyed you suspiciously.

What do you do?