Class Selection
"Hey, I see it!"
Zen pointed to a series of wooden billboards erected on a nearby wall.
A crowd of students formed around the billboards as they huddled to see which class they were in.
Like when they saw their entrance examination results, countless students lamented their results while a select portion cheered in glee.
While their class placements weren't completely permanent, rising or falling from their respective classes was a real possibility.
If they didn't get placed in a high-tiered class from day one, rising in the future would be far harder.
Everyone knew that what they got here would be almost guaranteed to be their permanent class.
Walking up closer, Zen exclaimed in surprise.
"I'm in the S class!"
Hearing his proclamation, the nearby students turned to him with shock evident in their eyes.
"Did he just say he's in the S class? Who is that boy?"
"Wait, I recognize him! He's the son of the war hero!"
"He's THE Zen Silvercolt?"