His name wasn't called. That was all. Just that. And yet Aosuke stood frozen in front of the bulletin board for three full seconds. Two meters tall, three meters wide. The electronic display occupying the first-floor hall of Suirei Hall flowed with four colors without pause. Blue, red, green, purple—the Governance Pillar, the Martial Pillar, the Wisdom Pillar, the Illusion Pillar. Every time each pillar's point total updated in real time, someone's name would light up, fade, light up again. Like the board was alive, Aosuke thought vaguely. And at the edge of it all, a single line of gray text. 【Yanase Aosuke: Unassigned】 It didn't move. Didn't blink. Just gray, sitting there. "Do you understand the system?" The guide teacher—a man in his thirties, clutching papers—said it from beside him. No malice in his voice. Just moving on to the next explanation, matter-of-fact. "Ah… yes." Aosuke nodded. Whether he actually understood was debatable, but saying he did was easier. The Four