Not Yet

"Excuse me, but what does that have to do with me?" Reckless pondered as he kept his hands in his pockets.

Soon, it was Farrel's turn, and after he was done, he patted Reckless's arm, shaking his head, a hint of regret on his face. "If we were to meet again soon, little friend, I will surely tell you many exclusive stories."

Reckless raised an eyebrow and sighed as he stepped forward.

The registrar, a young man in his late twenties or early thirties, with large eyes, a bulky figure, and a head full of dark brown hair, impatiently looked at Reckless, his thick eyebrows reflecting his impatience as he asked in his gruff voice.

"Name?"

"Reckless."

"Age?"

"16."

"Are you awakened or not?"

"I am awakened."

The man's hand paused as he observed Reckless, then he shook his head and retrieved a key from the drawer beside his chair, waving his hand.

"Leave."