Registration, Examination, Results (3)

Upon exiting the elevator, Garret navigated the hallways of the fifth floor with practiced ease, as if he'd traversed them an untold number of times. If he weren't internally freaking out, Aoni could have probably learned his way around, but after arriving outside a large steel door with the number 18 on it, a long, awkward wait began.

As it turns out, not only had his items not arrived yet, but neither had the so-called Blue-Card Experts.

Eventually, a young lady sporting a messy hair bun sprinted onto the scene carrying a familiar backpack before skidding to a stop right in front of Garret and trying to catch her breath.

"I…hah, brought it…hah, Mr.Garret, hah…" she said, doubled over and clutching the bag to her chest as if it were a lifeline.