"Damn it... Seriously convinced now! Previously, I had to compete with the older folks for the bus during school, and now for the Martial Artist assessment, I have to fight for a spot with these older folks."
"I'm losing it! How do they wake up so early? Don't they sleep?"
"Damn it! Why doesn't the Martial Arts Association open more testing sites? How long is this assessment going to take?"
"Weren't they supposed to do a draw? For crying out loud! This is just queueing up to get a number! How is that different from lining up for the test?"
"..."
Not far ahead, the staff began to work, looking at the crowds so thick they couldn't see the sky, without a hint of emotion on their faces.
This... they were already used to it. It had been like this recently—too many people testing, completely overwhelmed.
Yet on the other side, while the queue was long, it was orderly with no chaos, and no one dared to cut in line.
