Your brother looks to be more devastated than you, and honestly you thought just as he had that he was a shoo-in for master. This means though that you both will be going to **** Processing come Monday. Your little brat of a sister thinks this is hilarious.

Monday comes far too soon, and your parents escort you in to processing center themselves (they fear that Aaron will try to make a run for it after they hear him making a joke to a friend about running to Canada (one of only three countries left on this planet that doesn't endorse the ****-class system, the other two being Japan and Switzerland, although quite a few countries in the middle east only apply the ****-class system to the females).

Your parents can only escort you the front desk, where you get checked in at. Aaron, usually the tough one, is trying to hold back tears unsuccessfully. You yourself feel more numb than anything right now.

The two of you say goodbye to your family. You know you'll get to see them again at least once after you've completed your training.

In a back room they place you and Aaron. The receptionist forces both of you to take off your clothes and hand them to her. Then you sit together in the nude and try to pretend that nothing is wrong here. Being naked with your brother doesn't bother you too much, if it was a different guy it probably would, but the two of you have seen each other naked enough times before sharing a room.

After waiting for a half hour a man in a lab coat comes in, looking very professional, with two clip boards.

"Alright gentlemen, from now on you will be going by 7821 and 7822. I have the your assigned sub-classes here and they are..."