Entrance Exam (8)

Levi slowly opened his eyes.

"Urgh..."

A sharp pain shot through his head—like countless needles piercing his skull—but he endured it and looked up. 

A plain white ceiling. Nothing special.

He stared at it for a moment before a voice interrupted his daze.

"You're up?"

It was a grumpy voice. 

Levi turned to see who it was, only to find the lazy instructor slouched in a chair beside him.

Levi, himself was lying on a bed—probably in the academy's medical ward.

The sight of the instructor jolted him awake. There was no pain in rest of his body, so it was easy to sit up. His sharp eyes scanned the room, finally settling on the man lazily sprawled in the chair. 

Despite his relaxed posture, Levi could sense immense power coiled within him.

"So, you're finally awake," the man drawled, straightening just a bit. "I suppose introductions are in order. I am Valerius, a Guardian of the Favored Ones Academy."