Name: Selia

Age:19

Field: Adventurer

In the field of being and adventurer, you can choose from your type:

Fighter: skilled for strength and endurance.

Tank: durability

Assassin: precision and stealth

Healer: healing

Mages: magic specialist

Offensive ones can harness the power of the elements (fire, water, earth, and wind) to improve their skills. It is important to choose the right set of skills and power to be a successful adventurer.

"What are you going to be, Rye?", asked by Selia.

"Hehe nice question Selia, I want to be an offensive type to be in front of the battle and finishes the enemy, whooshh...

...so fighter and assassin should be good", I replied.

At the end of the line is a special orb that gives us our preferred item. Acho. We were trained at my previous school of concetrate and meditate to hone our minds for this moment.

So I choose a sword, maybe a dagger, or a dual sword... nah one is enough. I just gonna wing it up when its my time.

"Please place your hand and think of your desired equipment." requested by the female assistant tasked for the orb.

Selia goes first.

*hand put and brief silence

*orb swirling like its loading or something

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*puff a wand

"so you picked being a healer, congratulations." said by the assistant

"Yay, Rye rye, Did you see that" shiningly replied. "yes yes now its my turn" I said as I stepped in front of the orb"

Ok

ok

ok

this is it, Rye said to himself

"Please place your hand", stated by the assistant.

okay okay, a fighter. and a sword please, nonono dagger.

*placed hand on the orb

*orb swirling

this is exciting okay okay dagger.

As the moment of every adventurer to select his or her weapon by the orb. Rye has thought of the moment being the one choosing by the orb with intense concentration seeing a dagger in mind.

A gush of wind momentarily flew and with it...

achoo, said rye

"where is my kerchief? thought to himself.

*poof

"ah there it is", Rye said. reaching the kerchief from the orb.

eh...

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*looks into hand a kerchief from the orb, to his pocket his own kerchief, a moment realizing

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ehhhhhh!!!!!!