"Sit down on the inspection chair," the evaluator instructed, pointing to a cold metal seat in the center of the room. "I already reviewed your labyrinth footage while you waited. The combat technique is solid, but the Association requires a comprehensive physical baseline before authorizing a rank skip."
Solomon took a seat. The moment he sat down, the floating instruments swarmed around him. A silver caliper gently pinched his shoulder muscles to measure muscle density, while a glowing crystal hovered near his chest to scan his internal mana pathways.
"Let us begin the required questionnaire," the evaluator said, pulling up a digital clipboard. "On a scale from one to complete dismemberment, what is your current pain tolerance?"
"I recently lost an arm and kept fighting," Solomon answered smoothly. "You can mark it down as a ten."
