A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"Stop watching those gruesome movies. You're the worst student out of the three of us, ranked outside the top 100 in the grade. Learn from me, study hard and improve every day!"

Sakuta Azusagawa is as flamboyant as ever, consistently ranking in the bottom 30 in his class, a situation that has persisted since the entrance exam.

Kenmei Isayama had his moments of glory, once ranking in the top ten of his grade, before his career declined.

"That's going too far!"

Sakuta Azusagawa was furious. He had come to invite Kenmei Isayama and Rio Futaba to go to the movies together. Not only did they not go, but they also attacked his academic performance.

Both of them are indeed skilled at attacking people.

Sakuta Azusagawa said fiercely.

"Futaba, turn on my computer for me. I'll show you the trailer for Earthworm 1. You'll definitely be interested."

"No! I don't want such strange things to appear in my browsing history."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Kenmei Isayama was laughing heartily.

After school, Kenmei Isayama received a phone call.

It came from his examiner and partner for this Level 1 Spellcaster exam.

"Hey, pick me up at the school gate."

Kenmei Isayama hadn't expected the Spellcaster Association to be so efficient; the arrangements made in the morning were completed by the afternoon.

"Okay, I know."

When Asagi Aiba drove out in her red Ferrari, she happened to see her student Kenmei Isayama and wanted to give him a ride, but to her surprise, he got into a black Maybach S680 instead.

Looking at the mature older woman in the driver's seat, Asagi Aiba couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She remembered someone saying, "What can Kenmei Isayama do after dropping out of high school? Marry a rich woman?"

"No, you really hooked up with someone."

Chapter 145 The dog I raised forgot who its owner was.

Unlike Aoi Asagi, who had the wrong idea, Isayama Kenmei got into that Maybach to do something serious: the qualification exam for a Level 1 Spellcaster!

"The other sorcerers at the Spellcaster Association are all unavailable due to some special circumstances, so Isayama, you will be carrying out this mission with me."

The mature woman, sitting in the driver's seat, skillfully steered the wheel with one hand. Her long, thin braid was made up of several delicate strands of hair. She wore a dark ink-colored women's shirt paired with a horse-face skirt, looking serene and dignified.

However, in my initial impression of Kenmei Isayama, her eyes, though tired, were much better than before, when they looked like those of a dead person.

"Speaking of which, this should be our second meeting."

She glanced at Kenmei Isayama sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror and slowly said...

"Thank you for what happened last time."

"It's alright, Miss Mingming."

This time, Kenmei Isayama's partner is Mingming, that unlucky guy who dares to use magic to observe with the naked eye, the untouchable and unseen [Red Letter Warrior], a first-class sorcerer and assistant at Tokyo Metropolitan Sorcery High School.

This was actually the third time that Kenmei Isayama had met her. The last time he went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School, he helped Kenmei save a first-year student who was almost killed by a level-two jujutsu spirit.

"Please guide me this time, Miss Mingming."

His impression of Mingming was that huge two-handed axe, nearly three meters long, which even ordinary strong men found difficult to use.

Kenmei Isayama leaned back in the soft chair, feeling that it was a rare opportunity to criticize the despicable capitalism, and he had to give it a good critique.

When Isayama Kenmei received the phone call, he was quite surprised to hear that his partner was Meimei. After all, the last time he saw her, she looked like she was almost dead, but now she looked much better.

"By the way, you can just call me Sister Ming."

"Isayama, you should be in the same year as Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru, right?"

Mingming asked, recalling that she had seen Isayama Kenmei and her two junior classmates get along well last time, and they addressed each other as peers.

"Yeah that's right."

Having received confirmation from Kenmei Isayama, Meimei continued...

"What happened last time almost became a real problem, but thankfully you were there."

She felt lingering fear when she recalled the scene. There were already few students at the Tokyo Sorcery High School, and if an accident happened during the exam, many people would be held accountable by the Sorcery Association.

As the person primarily responsible, Mingming is truly implicated and could face fines, bonuses, and allowances if things go wrong.

This was worse than death for Mingming, who loved saving money, and Kenmei Isayama did a great job of recovering from this loss.

So when Mingming saw the Sorcerer Association posting the Level 2 to Level 1 Sorcerer assessment task for all active Level 1 Sorcerers in the background, she was the first to accept the order.

"Okay, Sister Ming, then you can call me Xianming like Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu do."

Kenmei Isayama laughed as he used a donkey to get downhill.

Speaking of which, Mingming and Isayama Kenmei's cousin Isayama Kenmei call each other by the exact same name, but Isayama Kenmei is not a stickler for formalities, so there is no need to dwell on these things too much.

When you're out in the world, you have to be willing to go all out; daring to call someone by name is a small matter.

"Xianming, there should be a document inside the frame on your left."

Following the unseen guidance, Kenmei Isayama looked to the left and saw a document wrapped in kraft paper that was still sealed.

"Then I'll tear it open."

"Yes, remember to break the spell seal on the document before opening it, otherwise the document will spontaneously combust."

There is no second substitute.

Kenmei Isayama opened the bag and took out a highly confidential document. It was covered with strange spells, seemingly used for encryption.

Is this the first test?

As a sorcerer, you will often encounter all sorts of complicated sorcery effects from your enemies. To be a qualified sorcerer, you must be able to quickly find the weaknesses and defeat your enemies.

Mingming didn't answer Isayama Kenmei's question; she simply smiled slightly and focused on the road ahead.

"Who does this kind of thing look down on?"

Kenmei Isayama transmitted spiritual energy through his palm, covering the document, and the miscellaneous spells and encryption on it were violently dismantled in an instant.

It didn't even trigger.

Like a mere formality

"All this fancy stuff is just a bunch of nonsense."

At that speed, even the hand gripping the steering wheel trembled involuntarily.

"Three seconds, or five seconds?"

Her face was full of disbelief; this thing would take at least five or ten minutes.

But this boy cracked the entire file containing the eighty-seven spell formulas in less than ten seconds.

Kenmei Isayama took out several sheets of paper from the open document.

"Let me be healthy."

[Note: This quest cannot be accepted by anyone who is not a Level 1 Spellcaster.]

When Izayama Kenmei saw the striking red slogan on the document, he inexplicably wanted to say that he wasn't just a level two spellcaster, so when did he become a level one spellcaster?

[Previously, three level-two sorcerers and one level-one sorcerer had gone missing.]

Such a huge loss to the Sorcerers' Guild?

Kenmei Isayama suddenly became interested.

"The missing July train? It may be related to the Panxing Cult branch and the Soul Society."

While Kenmei Isayama was still reading, Mingming calmed the turmoil in her heart and said...

"You've seen the outline of this mission, haven't you? Three level-two sorcerers and one level-one sorcerer have gone missing, which is enough to escalate this incident to a special-grade curse spirit incident."

It's extremely difficult, and it's been piling up for a long time. (Because the Sorcerer's Association doesn't have a top-tier sorcerer to handle it, it's been delayed until now.)

"But don't get me wrong, we don't mean to make things difficult for you or hinder your promotion."

"Whether this matter is accomplished or not, Xianming, you are a first-level sorcerer."

The Isayama family's high-ranking members in the sorcery world at least know people. Isayama Naraku personally dragged his half-crippled body to pay a visit, so how could an old friend not give him face?

However, the Sorcerer's Association is in great disarray. The conflict between the radical and conservative factions has been going on for a long time, and there are too many people and too many opinions.

The topic of the promotion of first-level sorcerers, in particular, is extremely sensitive and has attracted the attention of various factions.

That's why this whole thing happened. The attempt to steal the sky and switch the sun was an impossible mission to begin with. The mission was so difficult that most people didn't have any hope that Kenmei Isayama could complete it. They figured that bringing back a little more polished intelligence would be enough to get by.

"Xianming, your real mission is to go with me to an organization called Panxing Sect. They've been making a lot of moves lately."

"Especially his branch device and the Soul Society, which openly defied the orders of the Sorcerer's Guild, have a hint of being out of control."

"The Sorcerers' Association sent us to give this organization a warning."

How can you not know who the owner is if you've raised a dog for many years?

"So the document you see states that it is suspected to be related to the Panxing Sect's branch device and the Soul Society."

Therefore, it is not appropriate for outsiders to be present, and even for this mission, Mingming personally drove.

Isayama Kenmei realized that this was a fabricated charge.

They're putting such a big deal into a small branch of a religious organization, just so they can openly target you.

The Spellcaster Association is truly filthy, but playing pranks is definitely Kenmei Isayama's forte.

Kenmei Isayama originally wanted to ask another question

"How much should we 'punish' them? Should we kill them all?"

But when the Maybach drove straight into a dark mountain tunnel, his eyelids twitched.

The Maybach's nighttime running lights turned on automatically, but strangely, the geometric multi-beam headlights could only illuminate less than five meters ahead.

Kenmei Isayama had a bad feeling and subconsciously covered the darkness ahead with his spiritual energy. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

"Sister Ming!"