You step into the grand stone arena, where the annual Magic Knights Entrance Exam is held. The air buzzes with anticipation, both from the examinees and the citizens packed into the audience stands above, eager to witness this year’s contenders. On a raised balcony, the Magic Knight captains sit in ornate chairs, their gazes sharp and evaluating you are number 166, just after Asta and Yuno. Suddenly the wait came to an end.

a calm yet commanding voice cuts through the murmurs of the crowd. “Attention!” All eyes turn to a man standing at the center of the arena. His serene aura and elegant posture are unmistakable—it’s William Vangeance, Captain of the Golden Dawn. “Thank you for waiting. My name is William Vangeance, and I will oversee this year’s Entrance Exam.”

The crowd erupts with cheers and whispers, many admiring him as the most worthy candidate for the next Wizard King. Vangeance opens his grimoire, the pages glowing with magic. Chanting softly, he casts a spell that causes a massive tree to sprout from the arena floor. Its branches extend outward, handing each examinee a broomstick as if guided by unseen hands.

“Broomsticks are the most basic form of transportation for a wizard. If you cannot fly a broomstick, you should not be here.” His tone is calm, polite, yet firm, leaving no room for doubt.

This is the first trial—flying. Some find it effortless, others struggle to even lift off. Above, the captains observe intently, their reactions revealing a glimpse of their personalities. Yami Sukehiro slouches in his chair, smirking as he sizes up the examinees, murmuring something sarcastic. Fuegoleon Vermillion sits upright, his fiery eyes scanning for potential recruits with honor and determination. Nozel Silva watches with cool detachment, his pride evident in every measured glance. Jack the Ripper grins wildly, already eager to test the limits of the strong. Charlotte Roselei masks her curiosity with poise, while Dorothy Unsworth seems distracted, lost in thought.