Gary watched the participants get called out one by one to show off their Altered forms in front of the three men. He was feeling anxious, though less due to the test and more because the teenager was currently realising his lack of knowledge with regard to the academy itself.
Gary had only known about the AFA’s existence in general, but he had never looked into its inner workings. After all, the base requirement for attending had always been to be an Altered, something which should have been impossible for the old him. Alas, even after he had turned Werewolf, he had been too preoccupied with other things to fill that gap in knowledge.
As such, the only thing he knew about the three judges were their names because they had name plates in front of them. Unfortunately, none of those rang any bells for him. Aside from them not being some Altered fighters, he wasn’t sure whether they were merely helpers, or perhaps some renowned professors who had come today to test them.