Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Now it was the turn of a young woman with golden hair. She appeared anxious, her eyes fixed on the table. She placed her hand on the sphere, and as she touched it, the sphere glowed with an intense golden light. Kael raised an eyebrow. It was rare to see mana as bright as that. The woman seemed very nervous, but Kael could sense that her energy was strong. The dark-skinned woman looked at the sphere and then at the young woman, her expression neutral. "You have a considerable amount of mana, but your control... needs more work."

The young woman made a slight grimace, clearly embarrassed. "I know. But I have potential. My focus is on healing and manipulating life."

"Hm... A healer," the man with white hair said, as if evaluating the idea. "Healing is valuable, no doubt. But we need to see your resilience too. Your healing power will be tested."

Kael gave a subtle smile. He wasn't particularly interested in healers, but he knew they had their value. For others, at least. He leaned back in his chair and watched the rest of the line, hoping the mana test would pass quickly. It was a formality, but he wondered how far the professors were willing to go when faced with something as unusual as his own power.

Finally, it was his turn.

Kael didn't rush. He stood up calmly, still smiling as always, as if all of this was just another game in his journey. The room was filled with looks, some curious, others anxious, and even a little fearful. He could feel it in the atmosphere, as if his presence was creating an invisible tension. But to him, it was all irrelevant. He already knew what was coming and had nothing to prove.

The professors were attentive, each with a serious and focused expression, but Kael could feel the heat of their evaluation in their eyes. He knew they were all trying to figure out what made him so... different. He was an enigma, a mystery that didn't fit the expectations of those who considered themselves masters. And that, to him, was the real thrill of the situation.

As he approached the table, the professors exchanged quick glances, but nothing was said. He simply positioned himself before the table, like a king before his subjects, and extended his hand to the sphere without hesitation.

The next moment was almost surreal. As soon as his palm touched the surface of the sphere, it shone so brightly that it almost blinded everyone in the room. It wasn't just an explosion of light like the others had experienced—it was something more. The colors of the sphere began to distort, pulsing in a succession of golden, silver, and even blue glows, creating patterns so complex that it seemed as though the very space around him was bending.

Kael felt a wave of energy invade his body, as if the sphere was trying to understand his essence, his true nature. He allowed it to happen, without resistance, just watching what was unfolding around him. He knew he was pushing the limits of what that sphere could process, and that was exactly what he wanted. The sphere seemed unable to handle the amount of mana and the unique nature of his power.

The professors were now fully focused, their eyes fixed on the sphere and its reactions. The man with white hair, who had been relentless in his analysis until now, leaned slightly forward, his eyes narrowing. The dark-skinned woman furrowed her brow, and the young woman with blue eyes didn't take her gaze off Kael, as if trying to catch every movement he made.

The sphere flickered even more intensely, the light almost bursting for a moment, but before anything more drastic could happen, it ceased, its agitation calming abruptly. Kael withdrew his hand from the sphere with a calm smile on his face, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

The silence in the room was heavy, as if everyone present was waiting for something else to happen. The dark-skinned woman was the first to break the silence. She looked at the sphere and then at Kael, as if processing what she had just witnessed.

"This... this is impossible," she murmured, more to herself than to the others. The surprise in her voice was almost imperceptible, but Kael noticed. He knew there was something completely unusual about his power, but hearing her say that made a wider smile spread across his face.

The man with white hair, usually so impassive, seemed to have been taken aback. He grabbed a sheet of paper and began examining the results, but Kael could feel his full concentration directed at him. "Your mana... it can't be measured," the old man said in a grave voice, as if dealing with something completely beyond his understanding. "The patterns are chaotic, but in a way... dangerous."

Kael simply kept smiling, not saying a word. He knew they were trying to understand what he was, as if his power was something entirely new and unknown to them. And, in a way, it amused him. He enjoyed being an enigma.

The dark-skinned woman looked at him, her gaze now more focused. "I've never seen anything like this. Your mana signature... it doesn't follow any of the rules we know. It's not natural."

"Natural?" Kael repeated, with an amused smile. "Who defines what's natural, after all? What's 'normal' in a world where the impossible happens all the time?"

She hesitated for a moment, but before she could respond, the young man with blue eyes, the last of the professors, spoke. "Chaotic power... but controlled. Very controlled for someone so young. This is not something we see often. The control over your own mana essence is... impressive." He seemed fascinated, which made Kael raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the mage's assessment.

"So, what does that mean?" Kael asked, maintaining his relaxed posture. "Am I good enough for you, or are you going to send me away for being 'too different'?"

The professors exchanged quick glances, as if deliberating. The man with white hair was the first to speak. "We can't ignore your ability. You're not normal. But, at this moment, we can't fully determine your nature. This will require more tests. More time."

"More time is?... Please, read my name. You forgot," Kael said, and the old man looked at the paper...

"Ah..." he said, "Right..."

The two women looked at their papers... "Shit... we didn't notice."

"Yes, yes, Descendant of the Witch Queen, blah blah blah," Kael said, waving his hand. "Let's speed this up, alright? I want to go to my dorm and rest." Kael spoke somewhat neutrally.