The Strongest Female Masters, Who Are Trying to Raise Me Up, Are in Shambles Over Their Training Policy - V1Ch4: The Bestowal Of a 'Profession'
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- V1Ch4: The Bestowal Of a 'Profession'
After Elysia finished her greetings and returned to the back of the arena, the ceremony for awarding the “Job Class” began immediately.
Although it was called a ceremony, it was not a formal one, but rather a simple scene that resembled an assembly line. After all, since every child in the city who was turning 14 this year will be granted a “Job Class,” there was no time to waste.
More than ten rows were formed in front of the pedestal where the priest was performing the assistance, and everyone was diagnosed for their suitable occupation at the same time. Over half of the people had already received their assessment for the suitable job, and various voices could be heard from different places.
“Alright! I got a Knight-type ‘Job Class’!”
“Wow, I got two skills as an ‘Apprentice Apothecary’! Hmm, I wanted to be an adventurer, but being a ‘Pharmacist’ might be safer…”
“Whoa, you got a dual magician of fire and water. I’m so jealous!”
“Well, single-element magicians mature faster, but what should I do…”
Various voices filled the arena, including those who were perplexed by the many suitable “Job Classes” and those who were blessed to move on to the formal award ceremony without hesitation.
(Oh no, I’m getting nervous…)
Unlike before when only Elysia was in sight, now various voices could be heard around her. As her turn approached, her heart pounded as if it was about to burst.
And then, it happened.
“Whooooa!? Amazing! Giselle, what is that!?”
From the orphanage group, who had undergone the suitable occupation assessment before me, a tremendous cheer erupted.
“The initial skill number is ten…this potential can aim for an A-ranked adventurer normally, right!?”
“Ha. Of course.”
Giselle, who was the center of the cheers, completed the suitable occupation diagnosis and headed towards the formal awarding of the “Job Class” with a cool expression.
Led by the priest, Giselle climbed onto the pedestal and was wrapped in light.
And then,
Name: Giselle String, Race: Human, Age: 14, Occupation: Annihilator Warrior Apprentice, Level: 15, Number of Skills: 10.
Giselle’s simple status was displayed on a gigantic cloth-like magic thing in the arena. There, an unbelievable result was displayed, stating that she had ten initial skills.
Normally, it was a golden rule not to disclose individual abilities, as it can be a matter of life and death. However, in this place, just after receiving the “Job Class,” there were no such restrictions.
In order to smoothly organize the party formation towards their adventurer debut and make it easier for senior adventurers to recruit them, a simplified status was announced.
Giselle received the “Annihilation Warrior” job class, which was a highly specialized frontline job focused on attack power among all melee combat jobs. For any man aspiring to be an adventurer, it was a coveted “job class” that everyone envied.
Naturally, I was extremely jealous too. To be honest, the Annihilation Warrior was one of the “job classes” that I had hoped would manifest.
“…I want it too!”
Muttering to myself, I advanced forward while envying Giselle’s result greatly. It was finally my turn.
The orphanage group who noticed that I was heading towards the job assessment began to chuckle.
“Hey, look at him, it’s the turn of the ‘Zero Point Cross’. I wonder what ‘job class’ he will get?”
“At best, maybe ‘farmer’? Well, at least it won’t be a combat job.”
(Just watch, I’ll also receive a “job class” that will surprise everyone!)
I shouted bravely in my mind while climbing up to the job assessment pedestal. However, inside, I was swirling with a considerable amount of anxiety. I was afraid to face the results immediately, so I closed my eyes tightly and prayed fervently.
“Please, please! A close combat job! Anything that I can work with as an adventurer! Or maybe a magic job… or a cleric job with excellent aid abilities!”
I begged to the heavens for a “job class” that I could work with as an adventurer. And then, it happened.
“…Huh?”
A strange warmth enveloped my body, and a sensation of something boiling up from the center of my body occurred.
What? Is this it?
Could it be that I have been officially granted a “job class”?
“Hey, look at that thing…”
“Hmm? Since the results are displayed in the job assessment queue, does that mean that only one ‘job class’ came out? That’s rare… Wait, what?”
As I remained perplexed with my eyes closed, a voice filled with even more confusion than mine was heard from around me. Soon after, silence spread all around me.
“…Amazing… I’ve never seen it before…”
“It exists… That’s the super rare ‘job class’ that is said to only appear once in every tens of millions of people!”
I heard whispers that made me shiver. Even Giselle’s astounded voice, “Are you serious…?” could be heard in the midst of it.
(What… what’s happening…?)
I noticed that something clearly strange was happening, and I slowly opened my eyes, trembling with fear.
“What!?”
The moment I opened my eyes, a strange voice came out of my mouth. All eyes in the venue were focused on me, and even the other priests who were promptly making job assessments stopped to stare at me…
“Could it be that there is really some amazing ‘job class’ out there?! Or maybe a skill level even greater than Giselle’s!?” With excitement, I turned around to look behind me. But what appeared before me was:
Name: Cross Alacalt
Race: Human
Age: 14
Occupation: Unemployed
Number of Skills: 0
“……Huh?”
My thoughts came to a halt. A strange sound escaped my mouth. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I was dumbfounded. The arena, normally filled with tens of thousands of people, was now eerily quiet.
Then, someone’s trembling voice broke the silence. “I’ve never seen anything like it…the weakest, most useless occupation that doesn’t increase in level or learn any skills…out of tens of millions of people!”
“Oh no…how will that child survive from now on…?”
“How pitiful…!”
Yes.
The silence that filled the arena was not due to being overwhelmed by something amazing, but rather it was a non-reaction born of seeing something so pitiful that even mocking it would be shameful. It was a silence of sympathy. It was the utmost expression of compassion for the incompetent who were discovered to be unable to live properly, let alone as adventurers.
“….Um, excuse me, but is there some kind of mistake here…?”
I turned to the female priestess who had performed the occupational diagnosis for me, my body trembling. But she just looked genuinely troubled and averted her gaze without saying a word.