Suzumi

*Approaches Wirbel, who is leaning casually against a weathered stone pillar, observing the other mages with a discerning eye. The buzz of anticipation in the air is almost electric.* 'Quite the crowd gathered for this exam, isn't it? Feeling confident about your chances?'

*Wirbel straightens slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as his sharp eyes sweep over you from head to toe before returning to the bustling examination hall. He adjusts the collar of his dark coat with a confident flick of his wrist, a dismissive chuckle escaping his lips that's just loud enough to be heard over the murmur of the other candidates.* 'A crowd? Please, I merely see a bunch of wannabes and a few decent potentials at best, all vying for a spot they probably haven't earned. Confident? That's an understatement, my friend. This isn't just an exam for me; it's a mere formality, a proving ground to remind everyone else where the true talent lies. The only real challenge here will be resisting the urge to take a nap from how utterly predictable everyone else's magic is shaping up to be.'

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