During the physical test, the female evaluators met with Ferinish, handing her clothes that would give her more flexibility. She took the clothes, confused and unsure how to put them on.
"What's this for again?"
"It's to make it easier for you to take the physical test!"
One of the evaluators said gently, the other nodded, adding,
"Do you need any help, dear?"
"No... can I keep my kinomo on?"
The two looked her up and down, also noticing that she wasn't wearing underwear under the kinomo.
"If you feel comfortable... just be careful no one can see under your clothes."
Ferinish nodded, pulling the kinomo, which was already quite covering, even tighter.
"Okay."
***
First test: speed.
The men and women are separated into several rooms. Ferinish stands next to the women, who are preparing to race.
"Fire!"
The women start running... but Ferinish manages to outpace them in an almost humiliating manner, managing to run a few more laps than them.
The women are completely shocked, some frustrated. Ferinish sits on a bench, the evaluator approaches, speaking more quietly.
"What's your secret?"
"I..."
Of course, Ferinish hesitated. She couldn't say she was a Destroyer, so to justify part of her speed, she lifted the skirt of her kinomo slightly, showing off her very well-built, practically perfect leg.
"I used to train before I tried to be a Huntress."
"That... is truly impressive..."
The evaluator crossed her arms, sighing.
"You're going to the second part of the speed test, where the selected women will compete against the selected men."
Ferinish simply gave a thumbs-up gesture.
***
In the second part, Ferinish positioned herself next to the few remaining men and women, those already in much better physical condition...
"Fire!"
Ferinish's eyes flickered with surprise as she noticed the change in speed among the remaining contestants compared to those eliminated. But she continued running, the skirt of her kinomo nearly flying in the wind.
Her speed was so far beyond the usual limit that it was beginning to create blue flames on the ground, but these were quickly extinguished by the current of wind, which pushed everyone against the wall.
"It's creating fire, I can't let them find out who I am..."
"Wait!"
The evaluator screamed, falling to the ground. Ferinish stopped abruptly, being thrown against the wall with such force that she shattered the sturdy concrete. Then she fell into the room where the physical strength test was to be held.
An awkward silence fell over the room, the participants just stared open-mouthed while the evaluators tried to regain their composure.
In the second part of the physical form test, there were various pieces of equipment for strikes and weightlifters.
10kg
The remaining participants, including Ferinish, managed to lift the weight without difficulty.
50kg
Everyone managed to lift it, some groaned with effort as they lifted the weight.
100kg
At this point, some hunters managed to lift it, while others couldn't.
500kg...
Basically, no one, just Ferinish. She wrapped her hands around the iron bar, her muscles and veins bulging even more beneath the sleeve of her kinomo, and she managed to lift it over her head.
"Like this?"
She asked, barely out of breath. The evaluator was impressed, simply signing in the small notebook she carried. The remaining men simply felt humiliated by the woman's strength.
The final test... striking force. (In Newtons)
On a scale, the average of the remaining participants was 1,000 to 5,000 N. For those who were more outstanding: 10,000 to 50,000 N. When it was Ferinish's turn, the participants decided to pay closer attention. She parted her legs slightly, and her arm, which had its sleeve rolled up, showed its muscles and veins. It was obvious she was putting a lot of effort into that punch.
When she went to strike, the machine, which was made of pure Renkata, was completely destroyed...
The participants and evaluators simply watched the pieces of the machine flying before their eyes with an almost melancholic vision.
***
"Wait... so you want to tell me you managed to become a top-notch Destruction Hunter, but ended up causing THOUSANDS of Lynes in damage?"
Before her stood Slady, who had just slumped against the library table, massaging her temple.
"Is this going on our tab, Ferinish?"
"No..."
She replied, embarrassed, sitting down in the chair next to her partner.
"They say the taxes collected can renovate the guild's premises, but even so, they want me to do some missions in the Inferius Complex to repay them for the damage."
It was obvious she felt guilty for giving him a headache. Slady placed her mechanical hand on Ferinish's shoulder, stroking the area.
"Don't blame yourself so much, I trust you. Just... learn to control your strength."
"Thank you, Slady."
"It was no big deal. It's just me being a bit petty."
He stepped back and crossed his arms, letting out a sigh.
"The girls can leave early, they'll be able to rest for a few days. The Demon Hunter Association always gives them time off for training or leisure due to their risky work. Can you train them? I'm not a good example of strength, please..."
Ferinish laughed at Slady's almost humiliating way of begging her, but agreed.
"Okay, I can."
***
Later, Slady was preparing dinner, her gaze falling on Ferinish, who was training Shaphira and Elisa. He sighed wistfully and added sleeping pills to the food.
"I have to do this, sorry." (muttered)
***
At dinner, Elisa ate calmly, Shaphira and Ferinish ate more sloppily, and Slady spooned food into her mouth with an almost elegant manner.
"The sleeping pill has already entered my digestive system, but that resistance to poisons will eliminate it. Ferinish will have a harder time losing consciousness, but it will be temporary."
Shaphira and Elisa's eyes began to grow heavy, and they suddenly lost consciousness. Ferinish was startled by the scene, looking at Slady.
"What happened to them?"
"The food must be too good, it must make you sleepy."
Before Ferinish could answer, she fell to the floor, asleep.
"It'll be really annoying to have them in bed... I should have thought of that." (Murmured)
***
After putting them to bed, putting their food in the refrigerator, and injecting them with a liquid that removes the sleeping pill's effects, Slady straightens his overcoat and ties his hair in a single braid, leaving a beautiful mix of white and black strands. He takes a small bag containing the drug, putting it in his pants pocket, and places the pistols in the pockets of his overcoat.
He removes his eyepatch, placing it on the table, revealing his mechanical eye, which has evolved significantly.
"I'm going to need this little technology tonight."