In less than a minute, Adam's torso rose from the cold tiles for the thousandth push-up. His arms didn't show the slightest twitch through his coat, even when most teenagers' would have been burning. His breathing remained as steady as when he entered the reward hall, and not a single drop of sweat spoiled his smooth forehead.
These details didn't escape the attention of Matthew or the other magi.
Mana affinity, promising control, and incredible physique—Adam had everything. A bright path was already unravelling beneath his feet. Just like Quintella, he only needed the right mentor to guide him.
Most magi curled their lips into grins. They nodded, jotting down and circling Adam's full name in red ink inside their private notebooks. The same thought blossomed in their minds—this academic year promised to be chaotic and full of surprises.
