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Infinite Mage Chapter 112: End-of-Term Report Card (3)

Chapter 112: End-of-Term Report Card (3)

‘My‌ already strong mental​ resilience has greatly‍ improved. Now, I can even control​‌⁠ the Immortal Function⁠​⁠ to some extent.’⁠​‌

Shirone’s‌ specialty was the‌⁠​ Defense Form of⁠ the Four Way‌‍​ Formation. Like most​ who specialized in​‍‌ defense, teachers had​⁠‌ expected Shirone to‍⁠​ become a defensive⁠‌ mage.

However,​‌ the Immortal Function‍ reversed that tendency.​‌ Now, his strength‌‍​ in resilience became​⁠ an essential element⁠‍​ supporting his offensive​ power.

Around⁠⁠ 20 seconds later,⁠ Shirone gritted his‍‍​ teeth and attempted⁠⁠‍ the final acceleration.‌ The score broke​⁠‍ through 340 points​⁠ as a fearsome‍ speed caused a sonic boom.

Beep-!‌​

The‌‌ measuring time ended,⁠‍ and the buzzer​‌‍ sounded. Shirone closed​‌ his eyes and​‍ took a deep⁠ breath. Despite dozens‍‍ of children gathered,​​​ silence filled the‌ hall. Everyone was⁠ staring intently at‍ the scoreboard.

410⁠‍‍ points.

On⁠⁠ average, it meant‌‌ enduring 30 seconds‍ at a rate​​​ of 13.6 pulses​ per second. Notably,‍​ the last 5 seconds were rapid‌ strikes exceeding 15​ pulses per second.​‌⁠

“It’s‌​ incredible. What’s with​ these kids lately?‍ Are they really​⁠​ going to become​ our seniors next‍⁠ semester?”

“No​ matter what, promotion‌‌ will be tough.​ His theoretical grades‌⁠‌ are average. Raising‍ the score in‌ such a short⁠⁠​ time isn’t easy.”‌‌

Shirone​⁠‌ looked back at​⁠⁠ Canis. It was‍‌ an unspoken declaration⁠ could he become‌⁠ a senior too?‍⁠‌

“He’s‌‌ truly amazing, that‍​‌ boy.”

Arin⁠‍ admired him with​ pure amazement. Infinite‍ mental strength through⁠​​ the Immortal Function,⁠‍ and the resilience‍⁠ to control it.⁠ Adding to that‍ his unique magical⁠ affinity to imbue​​​ mass into light.⁠

He‌ could only be​ described as a mage specially favored​ by the gods.​‌

“Hmph,⁠ only now can​​⁠ he be called‌​‍ a worthy rival.”​‌​

Canis’s‍ fighting spirit flared​‌ like never before.⁠ Initially, he thought⁠⁠ it was just​ a difference in⁠‍ attributes. But Shirone’s‍‍ demonstration shattered that⁠‍‌ illusion, surpassing even‍​ in a contest​⁠ of physical strength.⁠‌

After‌ glaring at Shirone‌​‌ for a long‍ while, Canis turned⁠​⁠ away abruptly.

“Let’s⁠‍ go, Arin. It⁠ seems our tour⁠ here is over.”‌

As​ Canis and Arin‍​ walked away, the​ students felt a sense of relief.‌‍ Although Shirone wasn’t​‍​ representative of Class⁠​⁠ Five’s level, the⁠‌ satisfaction of outperforming‌ a disciple of​ an Archmage was⁠​‌ universal.

“Shirone,⁠ that was epic.‌​⁠ Bombed the test,‌‌ but I feel‍⁠⁠ great. So what‌⁠ if he’s an‍ ArchMage’s disciple? How‌ dare he underestimate​​ Class Five of⁠⁠ the magic academy?”​

“Shirone,‍ and also Yiruki⁠ and Nade. Are​ you guys really⁠⁠‌ planning to promote⁠ this time?”

“Well,⁠ we’re just doing‍​ our best.”

Shirone​​ evaded a direct‍⁠ answer. However, Nade,‌ having secured third‌‌‌ place, was overjoyed⁠ at having passed‍ the practical exam.‍‍

“Hahaha!⁠⁠ Of course! Get​⁠​ ready to treat‍⁠ us seniors properly!⁠ Come on, let’s‍​‌ practice from now.‌ Call me ‘Senior’!”⁠

A chorus of complaints​‍ erupted from the⁠‌ students.

“Such‍​‍ arrogance! Fall flat⁠ on your face!”​

“If‌ he’s a senior,‌​ I’d rather not⁠​ attend school!”

“How⁠​ can you be‌ so confident about‌​‌ promotion when you​ might fail the‍⁠ theory? I’ll pray‌⁠⁠ every night you‍​‍ don’t get promoted!”⁠⁠

Nade,‍⁠ unfazed, stood tall‌ and laughed amidst​‍‍ the jeers. His⁠⁠​ amicable nature with‌‍‍ all students made⁠ it bearable.

Shirone​‍ and Yiruki quietly​‍ slipped away.

‘Ah,​‌ so embarrassing.’

The‍‌‍ final practical exam​‌‍ had ended.

Summer​ was fading.

Cold‍ winds blew in‍​‍ the mornings and‍‍ evenings, and the⁠​​ plants prepared to‌​ don their colorful‍ autumn attire. Yet,‍‌‌ the days remained‍⁠‍ warm, and the⁠ children were busy‍⁠‌ burning through the⁠ last of the​ semester.

Only‌‌‍ a week remained.⁠​ Classes had ended‍ the previous week,‌ leaving only the‌​​ final exams.

The​‍ exams were scheduled⁠⁠‍ to start with‌⁠ Class Ten, proceeding‌ daily in sequence.‍ On the sixth‌ day, Class Five‍ students, with hearts‌‌ about to burst,⁠⁠​ made their way‍‍‌ to the examination‍ hall.

Shirone’s⁠⁠ group nibbled at‍‍ breakfast and arrived​‌⁠ early at the​ exam venue.

The‍⁠‌ exam lasted a grueling 12 hours‍ with only a 5-minute break. Compared⁠⁠​ to regular schools,​ it was almost‍‍ like hard labor,‌⁠ but maintaining concentration⁠⁠⁠ was as crucial‌ as knowledge for⁠​‌ the students of‌​‌ the magic academy.‍

The‍‍ exam questions were‌ categorized into Types‌‍‍ A, B, and‍⁠​ C. The questions‌​ were the same,‍​ but the answer⁠‍ arrangements differed, to⁠​ prevent cheating and‍​​ lucky guesses.

Shirone​ had Type A,‌ Yiruki had Type⁠‌ B, and Nade‍​‍ had Type C.‍‌ Assigned to different​ examination halls, they⁠ came out to⁠​⁠ the hallway to‍‍‌ ease their tension‍​‍ before the start.⁠ With half a year’s worth of‌​ effort on the‍‌ line, even the‌ most mischievous couldn’t‍​​ help but feel‍‌​ stiff.

Nade⁠ shivered continuously, despite‍⁠ the warm weather.​‍

“Ugh.​‌ I’m dying. How‍ about you, Shirone?”‍⁠​

“I⁠ feel like throwing‍​ up. One mistake⁠ in any problem,⁠ and it’s over.​ Especially in math.”⁠‌⁠

“Let’s‍⁠ stay calm. Anyway,‌‍ we have plenty‌⁠ of time. No‌ need to get​⁠ tense until we​‌ actually get the‍‌​ test papers.”

Reassured‍ by Yiruki’s words,‌ they calmed down.‌‌⁠ But at the​​⁠ sound of the‌‍ bell signaling the​ start of the⁠⁠ exam, anyone would⁠‌ turn pale.

“Let’s‌‍ go in. See​⁠​ you later with⁠ smiles.”

“Yeah.​‌⁠ Lets go!”

The‍‌‍ three parted ways,​​ each entering their⁠ respective examination halls,‌ promising to see‍ each other in​‌ 12 hours.

The‍⁠‍ Supernatural Psychic Science⁠ Research Laboratory.

Shirone​‌‌ and his group‌ were busy grading.⁠ The test papers‌‍⁠ were impossible to​‍ leak, but Yiruki​‌‌ perfectly recreated the⁠​⁠ questions.

A Savant’s memory knows⁠​ no oblivion. It​‍ was as if​‍ filing papers in​‌​ a drawer in‍‍ their mind, to⁠‍​ be taken out⁠​‍ and read whenever‍ needed.

As‌​ Yiruki called out​ the questions, Nade‌ wrote them down,‌‍‌ and Shirone found‌⁠ the answers. They​ worked till dawn‌‍ to recreate the​⁠ entire set of⁠​ exam papers.

Exhausted‍‌ but determined, they‌ began matching their‍​‍ answers. Since Yiruki‌​ recreated Type B,⁠ Shirone’s answers had⁠⁠⁠ to be aligned‌‌​ one-to-one.

“Phew,‌ I’m nervous. I think I might‍ have botched a few subjects.”

Nade⁠⁠​ groaned. However, having⁠‍ weaker subjects was⁠‌ common for everyone.‍​⁠

“I‍‍‌ feel the same.​​​ Actually doing it,‌⁠ this is really⁠⁠ brutal. Even if​⁠ you score perfect​ in other subjects,‌‌ failing just one‌ means it’s over.”⁠‍

Shirone⁠⁠ was unusually anxious.​‌​ Even with his‍⁠ insight, he couldn’t‌ guarantee his promotion.‌

The⁠‌‍ three separated to‍ apply their answers⁠ to the reconstructed​​ test papers, each⁠ with a mix​​‍ of hope and‌‌‌ trepidation for what​​ the results might​‍‍ reveal.

“Anyway,‌‌ that’s what the⁠‍ study group is‌ for. Come on!⁠​⁠ Let’s finish grading​‌⁠ first, then see.”​‍‍

As⁠ hours passed, the⁠ contours of their⁠‌‍ scores began to⁠ emerge.

Nade​⁠ was the first⁠‌​ to jump up,‍⁠⁠ punching the air.⁠

“Yes!⁠⁠⁠ I did it!​⁠ Average of 82‍‌‍ points! Broke 80‌⁠ in every subject!”​‌

Though​⁠ he didn’t score‌ exceptionally high in⁠ any subject, his⁠‌ balanced performance across⁠‍‌ all subjects led⁠ to a solid⁠‍‌ 82-point average. The‌ once-troublesome kid, who‌ had looked down​⁠ on Class Four,​⁠ was now overjoyed​⁠ with the prospect⁠‍​ of advancing.

Yiruki⁠​⁠ and Shirone, however,‍‍‌ remained silent. The‍ real celebration would⁠⁠ only come when⁠‍⁠ all three were⁠‌​ confirmed for promotion.⁠

Having⁠‍ finished grading, Yiruki​ leaned back in⁠ his chair, wiping​‌​ off sweat.

“Phew.​‍ Done. 87 points.‌ Scored a low‌ 80 in language.​‍⁠ If I had⁠ got one more‌⁠⁠ question wrong, that⁠‌ would have been​‌ it.”

“Wow!‍ So you passed‌⁠ too? Congratulations on​ Class Four!”

“Well,‌​⁠ it’s not bad.‍⁠ Feels pretty good.”​

Without‍‍‌ delay, both Nade⁠​ and Yiruki turned​ to Shirone. Their⁠⁠ first collective goal,​⁠‌ simultaneous promotion, hinged​‌ on the last‍‌ member’s success.

But⁠‌⁠ Shirone was unresponsive.‌ Yiruki noticed his⁠‍ still hand, not‍‍‍ moving to grade.‌‍

“Shirone,‌‍ what’s wrong? Did​ you mess up​ the exam?”

Up‍‍‌ close, Shirone’s face‍‍‍ was pale as⁠‍⁠ a sheet, a clear sign something⁠⁠ was amiss.

Nade‌⁠ asked anxiously, “What’s‍ up? How many‍ points did you‌‌⁠ get?”

“86‌‍ points”

“Wow,​ that’s great, isn’t​​ it?”

Nade‌‌ was genuinely surprised.⁠‍​ They had set​ a goal for‍​⁠ everyone to advance,‍​‍ but actually hearing​ it felt like​⁠​ a miracle. Shirone,⁠⁠‍ a peasant’s son,​⁠‍ had lived a life far from‌‌ academics. Yet, in‌ just six months,‍ he had achieved‌⁠⁠ an average of‍‌ 86 points.

Comparing⁠⁠ it to Yiruki’s‌⁠‍ 87-point average, achieved​ with a Savant’s​ memory, made it‍⁠ clear how desperately⁠​ Shirone must have‌​ studied.

Even⁠ Yiruki was puzzled.​⁠​ “Isn’t that… good?‍ Is there a subject you failed?”​

“It’s‌‍​ just that, I can’t remember.”

“Can’t​ remember? What do​⁠‍ you mean? Explain.”‌‍‌

Shirone‍ chewed his nails‌ anxiously, unable to‍‌ recall.

“Yiruki.”‍⁠

“Yeah?”‌​‍

“What​ was the answer⁠‌ to the last‌ objective question in​‍⁠ the math proofs?”​‌⁠

“Oh,​⁠⁠ that one? The‍‍ one where you​ had to link‌‌‌ two mathematical expressions‌‌‍ for the proof?​‌​ That was a long answer.”

Realization​ struck Yiruki mid-sentence.​ “Dont tell me”⁠

“I‌ can’t remember. What‍ proof I thought‍ was correct. I tried solving it‌⁠‌ again, and it’s‌ the same. But‍ I distinctly remember⁠‌⁠ agonizing over two​‌ options with just‍‌ 10 seconds left.”​​

“How‍ many points is​ it worth? If⁠‌ you got it‍ wrong?”

“78‍​​ points”

Yiruki‌ and Nade grasped⁠‌ the gravity of‍ the situation. The‍ last objective question​ was worth two‍ points. So, the‌‍ result of this‌ one question determined‌⁠ promotion or repetition.​‌

“How⁠ can you not​​ remember? What option‍ number did you⁠‌‍ write?”

“Number​⁠‌ 3. But I had Type A,‌⁠‌ so I cant⁠ verify.”

Nade‌⁠ frantically pulled out‍ his exam paper.‍ The cruelly long​ proofs filled the‍ page. Frankly, Nade‌⁠ had also gotten⁠‌​ this question wrong.‌ Probably, only Yiruki​⁠ in Class Five‍⁠ could solve it​‌‌ easily.

Shirone,‌⁠‍ clutching his head⁠ in agony, said,‌⁠‍ “It was either⁠‌​ 2 or 3.‍​ I remember suddenly​‌ thinking of the⁠ answer with 10​​⁠ seconds left. But…⁠‍‌ I can’t remember‍​‍ what it was.”‍

Such⁠ a situation could​‍‌ occur under intense‍‌ time pressure. Nade‌​​ and Yiruki, long-time​ magic academy students,‌‍⁠ understood well enough.​

But​​ this was a matter of promotion.‌‌ Failing meant another⁠‍ half year in⁠ Class Five.

Nade‌⁠​ was beside himself​ with impatience.

“Damn!​ I can’t wait!”​⁠‍

“What⁠⁠ are you going‍‍‌ to do?”

“We⁠ have to check​ it ourselves. Lets‍ ask Teacher Siena.⁠ Shes our class‌ advisor.”

Feeling‌ equally restless, the​‍‍ trio left the‍ research group and‍‌‌ headed for the‌⁠‍ exam hall.

As‍ they had spent​​⁠ a full day⁠⁠‌ grading, Class Four⁠​⁠ exams were currently‍‌‌ underway. Sneaking into‍‌ the building during⁠‌ lunch break, Shirone‌‍ and the others​⁠ waited anxiously for‍⁠ the teachers to‌‍⁠ return. After about⁠‌⁠ 30 minutes, Siena‌ appeared in the​ hallway. They rushed‌‌ towards her.

“Teacher!‌ Teacher!”

“Huh?‍​⁠ Why are you⁠⁠‍ here? Class Five’s‍​⁠ exam ended yesterday,‍‌ didnt it?”

“The‌‍‍ last objective question​ in the math‌⁠​ proofs of Type​‍‍ A! What’s the​ answer?”

Siena‍‌​ looked puzzled. Although‌‌⁠ her specialty was⁠ chemistry, she participated⁠‍ in grading as‌​‌ all teachers reviewed‍⁠​ the papers at⁠ least three times.⁠‍‍ Even if it‍ wasn’t her field,​‍​ her expertise made​​⁠ student-level math trivial.​‌⁠

“Why‌ suddenly ask that?”​‍⁠

“Quickly!‍​⁠ This is really‌‍‍ important.”

Reading‌‌⁠ the urgency in⁠‍‌ Nade’s eyes, Siena‌⁠‌ recalled the last‍​‍ objective question, a notably challenging one‍ that had stuck⁠ in her memory.⁠​​

“Oh,‍⁠ that one? For⁠⁠​ Type A, it’s‍​‌ number 2, right?”‌⁠

“Number‌‌‍ 2…”

Shirone‌ froze as if‍ struck by a hammer. The answer⁠ he had chosen‍ was number 3.‍⁠ He had gotten​‌ it wrong. His‌ score was 78‍‍​ points. Just 2 points shy of⁠ promotion, the thought‍ made him feel‌ suffocated.

“Number‌ 2… Number 2…”‌⁠‌

Muttering​​⁠ the same words,⁠​‍ Shirone suddenly grabbed⁠ the back of​‍‌ his neck and‍‌ then collapsed. Right​​ before hitting the‌​ floor in the‍ corridor, Nade quickly‍ supported him.

“Shirone!​​‌ Are you okay?‍ Snap out of‍​​ it! Aren’t you‍ supposed to be‍‍‌ invincible?”

“Number‍​ 2? Why… how‍⁠ could it be⁠ number 2…”

“Teacher,​ we have to‌ go now! Thanks⁠⁠ for your help!”⁠​

As‌‌ Shirone was dragged‌‌ away, he kept‌‌ mumbling the same​ thing. Watching silently,⁠ Siena chuckled and​​ returned to the​​⁠ teachers’ lounge.

“Those‍⁠ kids, do they​‍​ ever get tired?‌⁠ Always so energetic.”⁠​

The‌​​ teachers’ lounge was⁠‌‍ bustling with grading​‌⁠ activities. Siena, too,‌‍‍ settled down to‍⁠‌ continue her work.⁠‌‌ Then, on a whim, she opened‍​​ a drawer and‌​ pulled out the‌‍ Type A math‍ proofs paper.

“The‍ last objective question,⁠ right?”

She‍​ reviewed the problem,​⁠‍ mentally solving it,⁠ and then smiled‍ brightly.

“Ah,‌‌‌ it’s number 3.”⁠

Shirone⁠‌‍ Arian. Promotion confirmed.⁠

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