POWER LEVELS 1

Kane looked out at the sea of faces, his piercing gaze sweeping across the crowd. "Settle down, and close your mouths," he proclaimed with a self-assured smirk. "They are wide enough for an egg to go through."

Slowly but surely, the students came out of their state of disbelief, settling back into their seats and composing themselves. Lyra, who had always been aware of her father's standing as one of the strongest humans, was not surprised by Kane's entrance. She exchanged a knowing glance with Kael, their eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the power that resided within this enigmatic figure.

With a commanding presence, Kane took control of the moment. "I am Kane Greystone," he declared, his voice resonating through the arena. "I have numbered each and every one of you, and fortunately for you, you are all complete."

The students listened intently, their anticipation mounting as Kane revealed the order of the day. "We are going to determine your power levels, which will distinguish each and every one of you. Based on these power levels, you will be grouped into five classes of thirty students, ensuring equal distribution of strength. Each class will have different home room teachers and various additional factors to consider. Furthermore, I will also group you based on your use of synthera."

A tablet materialized on a platform before Kane, capturing the attention of the students. He picked it up and held it in his hands, the screen displaying a list of names. "If I call your name, you will come down from your seating positions and join me on the stage," Kane explained.

The tension in the arena was palpable as the first name was called. A slightly anxious-looking student hesitated for a moment before his friends nudged him forward, urging him to take the leap of faith. With determination in his eyes, he made his way down from the stands and stood in the designated space on the stage.

Kane's gaze shifted to the next name on the list, calling the student forward. The tablet was placed back on the platform as Kane picked up a large shield-like device, its cushioned surface adorned with a small screen at the top.

"Tell us your name, age, and the name of your spirit beast," Kane instructed, his voice carrying authority. "Punch this device with all the strength you can muster, utilizing any skill or even the power of your spirit beast."

The boy nodded, his voice steady as he introduced himself. "I am Eren Solstice, I am 12 years old, and my spirit beast is the Vine." He bowed respectfully to Kane before releasing his spirit beast. His ears elongated, and his eyes transformed into a wild green hue. Vines began to crawl out from his body, and the air crackled with the release of synthera.

With a display of skill and finesse, Eren Solstice commanded the vines to wrap around his arm and forearm, forming a protective and formidable armor. The intricate intertwining of the verdant tendrils showcased his mastery over his spirit beast, the Vine. As the vines coiled tightly around his limbs, Eren manipulated them to form a spring-like structure beneath him.

In an awe-inspiring spectacle, Eren propelled himself into the air, his body suspended for a fleeting moment before hurtling towards Kane with an earth-shattering roar. The sheer force behind his strike was palpable, as his fortified arm collided with the shield-like device in a burst of energy. The impact rippled through the arena, causing the air to tremble and the ground to vibrate.

Yet, despite the tremendous power unleashed by Eren, Kane stood firm, unwavering in the face of the onslaught. His posture remained resolute, his hand gripping the shield-like device with unwavering stability. The shockwave dissipated around him, absorbed effortlessly as if it were a mere gust of wind.

The spectators in the stands were captivated by the intensity of the moment. Some watched in awe, their eyes wide with admiration for Eren's prowess. Others, determined and driven, saw this as a challenge to surpass. And there were those who remained indifferent, confident in their own abilities, their resolve unshaken.

Kane directed his gaze towards the shield-like device, his eyes focused on the small screen atop its cushion-like material. As the dust settled, the screen revealed a letter 'M,' signifying the mortal rank, accompanied by the number '075.' The device blinked with this newfound information, showcasing Eren's power level to be at the formidable mark of 'M-075.'

A sense of accomplishment washed over Eren as Kane unstrapped his watch, swiftly making adjustments and inputting data. The watch, now adorned with the glowing inscription 'M-075,' was returned to Eren. He clasped it around his wrist, a symbol of his potential and growth within the institution.

Kane's authoritative voice resonated through the grand arena, calling forth the next participant, marking the continuation of this momentous occasion. The chapter concludes, leaving the readers on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the unveiling of the next student's abilities and power level.