I Killed The Main Characters

Chapter 58: Combat Exams [2]

The atmosphere around the training grounds was tense, with students nervously pacing or stretching to loosen their muscles.

Today was the day that truly mattered—the day of the combat exams.

This was where Ravenwood Academy sorted the weak from the strong, the mediocre from the exceptional.

Noah stood among the other students, feeling a tight knot of anxiety in his stomach.

He had barely managed to scrape through the written exams, and now, he had to face the physical tests.

"Great," he muttered under his breath, staring at the first course in front of him.

The first test was focused entirely on physical strength, endurance, and agility.

Spread out across the massive training field were various stations designed to push students to their limits.

There was a long track for sprinting.

A course filled with heavy weights that needed to be lifted and moved.

A climbing wall with magically shifting handholds.

A nd a balance beam suspended high off the ground that seemed far too wobbly for comfort.

Points would be awarded for each task, based on how well students performed.

Noah looked to his right and saw Xander stretching, his muscles flexing under the training gear.

A group of girls nearby watched him with awe, but Xander seemed completely focused, ignoring their whispers.

To Noah's left, Amy was adjusting her gloves, her expression calm and collected.

Further ahead, Rylan was cracking his knuckles, a confident smirk on his face.

They all looked ready—too ready.

'Of course, they're doing fine.'

Noah thought bitterly.

'They're the main characters.'

A loud horn blew, signaling the start of the first test.

Noah's heart pounded in his chest as the students were instructed to begin at different stations.

He was assigned to the balance beam first—lucky him.

With a deep breath, he climbed up onto the beam, which swayed slightly as he steadied himself.

The goal was simple: make it across without falling off.

But the beam was narrower than it looked, and each step sent it wobbling.

Noah's arms flailed slightly as he tried to maintain his balance.

Around him, other students moved with varying degrees of success—some zipped across the beam like it was second nature, while others stumbled, nearly falling off.

"Come on, come on," Noah muttered to himself, carefully placing one foot in front of the other.

To his dismay, Xander had already finished, moving on to the next station with ease.

Behind him, Noah could hear students muttering in frustration.

One of them slipped off the beam entirely, landing in the soft grass below with a defeated groan.

"This is ridiculous!" the student shouted.

"How is anyone supposed to keep their balance on this thing?"

"You're just clumsy!"

Someone yelled back, earning a laugh from nearby students.

Despite the complaints, Noah pushed forward, his face scrunched in concentration.

He was almost at the end when the beam shifted abruptly.

His foot slipped, and for a brief moment, he flailed, arms windmilling to keep from falling.

"Ah, damn it—!" he cursed, but managed to right himself at the last second.

With a final leap, he jumped off the beam and landed on the other side.

Panting slightly, he straightened up, feeling a mix of relief and frustration.

His performance had been shaky, but at least he hadn't fallen.

A small crowd of students stood nearby, waiting their turn, and Noah could hear their nervous whispers.

"This is harder than it looks…"

"I thought the physical test would be easier."

"Xander's already finished! Did you see him on the climbing wall?"

Noah didn't need to hear that.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and moved on to the next station: the sprint.

He wasn't much of a runner, but he could at least give it his best shot.

He crouched at the starting line, waiting for the signal.

His legs felt heavy, and his stamina wasn't exactly impressive compared to some of the more athletic students, but he wasn't going to back down.

The signal came, and Noah launched himself forward.

The ground flew by beneath him, but it was immediately clear that he wasn't the fastest.

Xander and Rylan were already halfway down the track by the time Noah had reached the quarter mark.

Ariana, to his surprise, wasn't far behind them, moving with surprising agility.

Noah's breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself harder.

His lungs burned, and his legs felt like lead, but he forced himself to keep running.

As he neared the finish line, he could hear some of the other students groaning.

"How are they doing this so easily?" one student complained, his voice strained from the effort.

"Man, I barely made it halfway before they were done," another muttered, collapsing on the ground.

Noah crossed the finish line, panting and bent over with his hands on his knees.

His time wasn't great, but he hadn't completely embarrassed himself, either.

He earned a few points—not enough to put him at the top, but enough to stay in the middle of the pack.

Next came the weight station.

Large, magical stones of various sizes were scattered around, and the goal was simple: lift as many as possible and carry them to a marked spot.

Points were awarded based on the weight and number of stones lifted.

Noah eyed the smallest stone, wondering if it was worth it to try one of the bigger ones.

He watched as Xander effortlessly hoisted a heavy stone onto his shoulder, carrying it across the field with ease.

Amy wasn't far behind, moving at a steady pace with a medium-sized stone in her arms.

Rylan grinned as he lifted a large stone, showing off a bit as he tossed it into the marked area.

Noah sighed.

He wasn't going to show off—he just wanted to pass.

He grabbed a smaller stone and lifted it, struggling slightly under the weight.

It wasn't nearly as heavy as what the others were carrying, but it was still enough to strain his arms.

As he trudged across the field, he heard more complaints from the struggling students.

"How do they expect us to lift these? They're massive!"

"Some of us aren't muscleheads, you know!"

"Maybe we should've trained more…" one student groaned, clearly regretting their lack of preparation.

By the time Noah reached the marked spot, his arms were shaking.

"Fuck..."

He dropped the stone and took a moment to catch his breath.

He glanced at the scoreboard and saw his name hovering around the middle.

Not great, but not terrible, either.

The first test finally came to an end after what felt like an eternity.

The students gathered in small groups, chatting about their performances while waiting for the second test to begin.

"That was brutal," one student muttered, sitting on the ground with a defeated expression.

"I didn't realize it would be this hard," another agreed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"I'm completely wiped."

"You think that was bad?" a third student chimed in.

"Wait until the second test. It's supposed to be way harder."

Noah's stomach twisted at the reminder.

The second test was notorious for being the toughest part of the combat exams.

It was a test of close and mid-range combat, combined with the use of magical skills and strategy.

Unlike the first test, which was mostly about physical ability, this one required brains as much as brawn.

Mages had to use their intellect, tactical thinking, and magical prowess to succeed.

"Great," Noah muttered sarcastically to himself.

"The hardest part. Just what I needed."

He wasn't the only one feeling the pressure.

As he looked around, he could see the tension in the air.

Some students fidgeted nervously, while others whispered to each other, trying to psych themselves up for what was to come.

A few of the more confident students, however, looked calm and composed, clearly ready to take on the challenge.

"I heard Xander's going to breeze through the second test."

One student said, glancing over at the tall, muscular figure standing with his arms crossed.

"Of course he is," another replied.

"He's probably been training for this his whole life."

"And Amy's a shoo-in too," someone else added.

"She's been killing it so far."

Noah overheard their conversation and sighed.

It was no surprise that Xander and Amy were doing perfectly well.

They were the stars of this whole thing.

But what about him?

He wasn't exactly the most athletic or skilled student here, and his performance in the first test had been…average, at best.

His stamina had almost run out halfway through, and he'd barely made it past the finish line in the sprint.

He tried not to dwell on it, but it was hard to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.

The second test was his last chance to prove himself.

If he failed here, there was no way he'd make it into Class B or C.

"Well, at least it can't get any worse," Noah muttered, trying to reassure himself.

As the students were called to the next training ground for the second test, Noah took a deep breath.

The combat exams weren't just about physical strength.

They were about brains, tactics, and how well you could use your magic in the heat of battle.

And with any luck, maybe—just maybe—he could scrape through this one, too.

The test began, and Noah found himself face-to-face with his opponent in the combat arena.

He squared his shoulders, feeling the weight of the moment settle on him.

There was no room for mistakes now.

This was it—the final hurdle. All he had to do was survive.