Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 192

"And what exactly do we need?" Min asked while trying to keep Ren’s pace.

"A small vein," Ren responded simply. "For cultivation."

Taro and Min exchanged glances, their eyes meeting in a silent conversation born from months of friendship.

"What if we get caught?" Min asked, though his tone held more excitement than concern.

"We won’t," Ren smiled, his mushrooms pulsing with quiet confidence. "Not if we close the tunnel properly... I’ll explain everything after class, when we’re all together. For now, let’s focus on surviving Lin’s training."

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, their teacher’s voice thundered across the field: "TOO MUCH TALKING! FIFTY MORE LAPS!"

The three friends groaned in unison but kept running, their feet pounding against the packed earth in a steady rhythm.

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After completing all their exercises, muscles trembling from exertion...

"Attention!" Yang’s voice boomed across the training field, cutting through the scattered conversations like a blade. "I have an important announcement."

The students gathered, many still panting from their workout. Lin took her place beside Yang, her crane’s feathers gleaming in the morning light.

"Final exams begin in one month," Yang continued, his stone behemoth manifesting subtly in his skin, creating rippling patterns like living granite. "And this time will be different..."

A wave of anticipation swept through the group, raising the hairs on the back of their necks.

"This won’t be just a friendly match between yourselves," Yang smiled, though gravity lurked in his eyes. "You’ll face a real Bronze-rank beast."

The murmur transformed into exclamations of surprise and worry, voices rising in concern.

"A real Bronze beast?" someone asked from the back, their voice cracking. "I thought you were joking on the first day to scare us... We’re Iron students!"

"That’s why you’ll be allowed weapons again and work in groups of three," Lin cut through the rising panic, her voice sharp and precise. "You have a month to prepare yourselves mentally."

"Learning to kill beasts is crucial for your future," Yang pressed on. "What matters is your ability to face a real threat. The hordes don’t discriminate, and in the outside world, monsters won’t wait until you’re ready."

"There will also be matches between you with no weapons again," Lin added."Both individual and in groups of three. Other classes will join for these trials, and it won’t be as friendly... Your exam results and rank are at stake this time."

Students exchanged wary glances. The mention of other classes meant more competition, more chances to shine... or to fail spectacularly.

"Your performance in these exams," Yang emphasized each word, his stone patterns gleaming, "will determine if you advance to Bronze 1 next semester. This isn’t just a skill test, it’s your chance to rise in rank."

"Groups must register this week," Lin continued, her eyes scanning the gathered students. "Choose wisely. Skill balance will be crucial."

"What kind of Bronze beast will it be?" Jin asked, his tiger markings glowing with poorly concealed eagerness.

"You’ll find out on exam day," Yang replied, his expression unreadable. "Be prepared for anything."

"What if we fail?" a trembling voice asked from the back of the crowd.

"Then you’ll remain Iron rank," Lin answered simply, her words falling like stones in still water. "And watch your companions advance without you."

The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush dreams.

"One month," Yang repeated, his voice resonating with finality. "Use this time wisely. Study, train, prepare. Because when you face that Bronze beast, there won’t be second chances."

"...And remember," Yang concluded, his grave voice echoing across the field, "this is the first real trial you’ll face as tamers. What happens here will determine not just your rank, but your future at the academy."

The students began to disperse, forming small clusters to discuss the news. The air hummed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, like the calm before a storm.

The month ahead promised to be intense. The final exams would be a trial by fire, a chance to rise... or to be left behind.

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