MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 111: JOINING TEST

Chapter 111 — PROVING GROUND

The training chamber was quieter now.

The echo of Zehell’s last strike had long faded, but the image of the split dummy remained—two halves lying cleanly apart as if separated by a careful decision rather than force.

Long Hao lowered the practice spear slowly.

Zehell stood opposite him, her own weapon resting lightly in her grip again. The faint silver lines had dimmed, returning to a soft, dormant glow.

Colby leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

Marek was perched on a crate, spinning an arrow idly between his fingers.

Darius stood near the doorway, watching with unreadable calm.

Zehell studied Long Hao for several seconds.

"You observe before moving," she said.

Long Hao didn’t deny it.

"It’s efficient."

"It’s cautious," Marek corrected.

Zehell ignored him.

"You noticed my stance," she continued. "My breathing pattern. The way the spear channels force."

Long Hao nodded once. "You don’t waste motion."

Colby let out a soft chuckle. "You two sound like you’re discussing tea."

Zehell didn’t smile this time.

She stepped closer to Long Hao—just enough to shorten the distance between them without invading space.

"We are Bronze Squad," she said evenly. "We don’t take liabilities."

Darius nodded in agreement.

Marek raised a hand lazily. "Except Colby."

Colby threw a cloth at him.

Zehell continued as if nothing had happened.

"But we value awareness."

Her eyes held Long Hao’s.

"You may not remember your past. But your instincts are not blank."

She paused.

"I’m inviting you to join Bronze Squad."

The chamber went silent for half a heartbeat.

Colby straightened slightly.

Marek stopped spinning the arrow.

Darius didn’t react outwardly—but his attention sharpened.

Long Hao didn’t answer immediately.

He wasn’t surprised.

But he wasn’t careless either.

"On what basis?" he asked calmly.

Zehell didn’t hesitate.

"Observation. Composure. Reaction control."

Colby added, "And because you didn’t panic when we questioned you."

Marek grinned. "Plus you didn’t stare at Zehell weirdly like most new guys."

Zehell shot him a look.

He coughed.

Long Hao shifted the practice spear lightly in his hand.

"I don’t remember my classification," he said. "You’re taking a risk."

Darius spoke for the first time since the offer.

"Risk is constant out here."

Zehell nodded.

"You won’t be official yet."

Colby smirked. "Trial period."

Marek pointed dramatically. "Temporary Bronze."

Zehell clarified, "You’ll train. You’ll patrol. You’ll be evaluated."

Long Hao met her gaze steadily.

"And if I fail?"

"Then you leave," she said simply.

No threat.

No pressure.

Just fact.

Long Hao nodded once.

"Fine."

Colby grinned. "That was easy."

Zehell extended her hand again.

"Welcome to Bronze Squad."

This time, when Long Hao shook it, the grip felt different.

Less introduction.

More agreement.

—

The next morning came with controlled activity.

Long Hao had been assigned a simple dorm room within the guild tower—clean, minimal, efficient. No decoration. Just a bed, storage cabinet, and a window overlooking the interior district.

The Eclipse System had stabilized overnight.

It was quiet—but functional.

No full diagnostics yet.

No Longyu’s voice.

Just a low, steady presence.

When he stepped into the main hall at dawn, Bronze Squad was already assembled.

Except for two.

Marek leaned against a pillar, chewing something sweet.

Colby adjusted a strap on his forearm guard.

Darius stood near the entrance, spear resting upright beside him.

Zehell stood at the center.

"We’re waiting," she said.

"For?" Long Hao asked.

"Ryn and Toma."

As if summoned by the sound of their names, the heavy doors at the far end opened.

The first to enter was tall—but not bulky.

Lean, sharp-faced, short silver-blonde hair tied loosely at the back. His eyes were calculating even while relaxed.

He wore layered utility belts across his waist and thighs. Small metallic discs hung from his straps—trap triggers, probably.

He scanned the hall once and stopped when he saw Long Hao.

"That him?" he asked.

Zehell nodded.

The man approached.

"Ryn," he said briefly, extending a hand.

"Long Hao."

Ryn’s grip was quick. Light. Testing.

Then came the second figure.

Toma did not walk in.

He entered like gravity followed him.

Massive shoulders. Broad chest. At least a head taller than Colby. Dark hair cropped short. His armor plates were thicker than anyone else’s in the room.

He stopped in front of Long Hao and looked down at him.

Long Hao looked back up calmly.

Toma grunted once.

"Small."

Marek burst out laughing.

Colby elbowed him.

Toma crossed his arms.

"Can he fight?"

Zehell answered.

"He’ll prove it."

Ryn tilted his head slightly.

"Evaluation?"

Zehell nodded.

Colby smirked. "Vice Guildmaster insisted."

Long Hao didn’t react outwardly.

Inside, something sharpened.

Option 3.

The guild test.

Zehell turned to him.

"Follow."

They moved toward the internal evaluation arena—smaller than the public training chamber but reinforced heavily. This one was clearly meant for structured combat testing.

The Vice Guildmaster was already present.

Older.

Sharp eyes.

Aura compressed tightly beneath a controlled exterior.

"So this is the stray you picked up," he said without greeting.

Colby shrugged. "Rescued."

The Vice Guildmaster’s gaze fixed on Long Hao.

"You claim memory loss."

"Yes."

"You claim hunting."

"Yes."

"And you expect to join Bronze Squad."

Long Hao answered simply.

"Yes."

Silence stretched.

Then—

"Prove what you are," the Vice Guildmaster said.

No flourish.

No long speech.

Just an order.

Toma stepped forward.

"I’ll test."

Zehell didn’t object.

Long Hao stepped into the center of the arena.

Toma followed.

The doors sealed.

The barrier field activated with a low hum.

Colby leaned against the wall.

Marek grinned like a spectator at a show.

Ryn folded his arms.

Zehell watched without expression.

Toma cracked his neck once.

"Don’t break," he muttered.

Then he moved.

Fast.

Far faster than his size suggested.

A heavy punch cut through the air toward Long Hao’s shoulder—not lethal, but powerful enough to test reflex and balance.

Long Hao stepped aside half a breath before impact.

Not flashy.

Minimal.

Toma pivoted and swept low.

Long Hao jumped lightly, landing a controlled distance away.

He wasn’t counterattacking.

He was reading.

Toma advanced again.

A shoulder charge this time.

Long Hao adjusted again.

The Vice Guildmaster’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"He doesn’t panic," he murmured.

Toma shifted tactics.

He stomped once.

The floor beneath Long Hao trembled slightly from the shockwave.

Long Hao used the tremor.

He shifted with it, redirecting his stance rather than resisting.

Toma halted mid-step.

That wasn’t beginner movement.

He swung again.

Long Hao caught the forearm—not to overpower, but to redirect force away from centerline.

Toma’s eyes widened slightly.

He stepped back.

"Enough," Zehell said calmly.

The barrier deactivated.

Toma stepped away.

He looked at Long Hao for a long moment.

Then nodded once.

"Not weak."

Ryn exhaled quietly.

Colby grinned.

Marek clapped slowly.

The Vice Guildmaster studied Long Hao carefully.

"You don’t move like someone untrained."

Long Hao didn’t respond.

The Vice Guildmaster looked at Zehell.

"You vouch?"

"Yes."

A pause.

Then—

"Temporary clearance," the Vice Guildmaster said. "Probationary Bronze."

Colby let out a quiet cheer.

Marek raised both hands.

Darius nodded.

Ryn gave a short approving hum.

Toma grunted again.

Zehell turned to Long Hao.

"You’re in."

Not fully.

Not officially.

But enough.

Long Hao inclined his head slightly.

"Understood."

As they left the arena, the desert sun cast long lines of light through the high windows of the guild tower.

Bronze Squad was whole.

Six members now.

And Long Hao walked beside them—not as a stray anymore.

But as something being watched.

Measured.

And slowly integrated.

[Chapter ENDS]