Dimensional Descent

In the past, in order to become a white belt, one needed to reach a Tier 4 standard. But, judging by the words of the lazy, omnipresent voice, there was no longer such a clear dividing line. If they wanted to become white belts, they would have to place in the top four overall by the end of these rounds, or else they would have to wait for another half year.

"The first round will be a test of reflexes. Begin."

The youths looked around in confusion. They had heard of this test of reflexes before – well, assuming it was still the same considering this generic name. But, from what they knew, this test should have taken place one at a time. Why was it that the voice didn't pick out who should be going?

Before any of them could figure out what was going on, the large grey tiles that made up the room pulsed with a dull ray of white light. They didn't have time to understand what this meant before several illusory balls appeared in the air, slowly growing solid.

<3… 2…>

Everyone's pupils constricted at once.

A mechanical voice reached zero in its count and hell suddenly descended.

The now solid balls shot in every which direction. Two of the freshmen couldn't even react before these 'solid' balls shot through their bodies.

Their expressions changed. In that moment, it felt as though a large chunk of their Force was suddenly ripped out of their bodies.

The good news was that they weren't injured. But, the bad news was that their stamina had suddenly been sapped away.

a casual step forward as a ball whizzed by his

was what they meant by a

an eye out for their fellow student as well.

beginning, they were

Leonel raised his foot.

sole, rebounding off of the ground and crashing

here and there are 100 moving balls the size of a head. They didn't set a timer and being hit doesn't seem to eliminate you… So

sent a

time she was having was harder,

four others who seemed to be taking this

which had a sword strapped to his back and the last of which insisted on dodging around with his hands in his pockets. Whether he wanted to look cool or if this was

could only be obstructed by each other and the wall. Even when they ran through an examinee, they simply turned illusory for a moment while continuing at the same

hundred balls over the next several minutes. Then he could directly ignore the ones that wouldn't cross his path and mark out the ones that would. After that, it was a simple matter of knowing how the ball would attack him and dodging

that

subtle, but

increased the speed by 1%. My calculations

his simulations almost

back to the left. In just a few breaths, he had dodged five balls and was back to standing exactly where he had

increase to Leonel, but when these balls had already been travelling at over

In a Fifth Dimensional world, however,