Hey, You, Become an Official Hunter (3)
Anyway, the very next morning after getting collateral damage from all those A-rank hunters' unintended bragging in front of a bunch of low-rank hunter noobs.
"I'm not some famous hunter turned into a cute girl via TS or anything, so this should be plenty good enough."
Of course, he'd already stocked up on all the weapons and ammo his abilities needed before bed.
After confirming the info that he just needed to head to the Hunter Measurement Center in the city for a test, he threw on his training clothes—which weren't an exaggeration to call the uniform of a 20-something ex-NEET—and, after a quick wash-up, casually made his way to the center to get officially registered as a hunter.
Well, considering the process would reveal his trait as a super flashy EX-rank one.
On the way, he couldn't help but feel his expectations swelling inside: 'Is my era finally starting now?'
"Aw, the vibe just got all gloomy."
Unlike his own hype, the real deal hunters were showing pretty downcast—or rather, refreshingly nonchalant—reactions.
The silver lining was that since he was a total newbie wondering about it, they all kindly explained in their own way...
"Got it, perfectly understood."
It was a mess of useless fluff at first, hard to parse, but summing it up: the community center just checks if you're a hunter, and since traits can be super weird, a lot of registration stuff has to be done offline...
Armed with all that knowledge, he skipped any pointless drama at the registration desk.
"We'll process the paperwork. Got your ID and seal?"
"Yeah, here."
"Whoa, rare to see someone bring the seal along with ID—lucky!"
Unlike the community scaring him a bit, maybe from all the hunter complaints, they handled most things automatically with just ID and seal...
And the big worry, mana measurement, went smoothly as advised.
Less than an hour after arriving...
"Here's your hunter ID!"
"Ah, thanks."
"Wishing you a bright path ahead, Hunter!"
"Ooh, is that the standard line?"
"Of course."
Receiving that guild-receptionist-in-a-medieval-fantasy vibe from the civil servant lady, he got his first hunter ID ever.
And obviously, he didn't go for the ID just for this—he wanted a proper rank assessment, then borrow accuracy-boosting items or artifacts, which were practically essential given his trait.
Leaving the now-friendly community center, he headed to Busan's real Hunter Measurement Center for rank measurement.
Unlike the community center he'd wanna 5-star review, the flashy building's interior hit different the moment he stepped in...
"Excuse me, here for hunter rank measurement."
"Go pull a number ticket and wait. We'll call you."
"...?"
Right off the bat, it gave prickly vibes.
Sure, first impressions matter for individuals, but groups are different.
Brushing off the Busan-style curt civil servant (?), he planned to quietly get measured.
But the following was ridiculous...
"Hello."
"Pass."
"???"
"Now for rank review—don't move unnecessarily, stay still."
"...."
"Aigoo, why lift your arm? Put it down."
"??"
Unlike the 100% friendly community center, here it was snippy tones throughout, or casually half-trolling with banmal.
"No A-ranks or above this time, tsk."
"???"
"What."
Even weirdly messing with him and other hunters getting ranks.
He felt his mood turning melancholic, like some outdated forced "bullying" drama.
Especially at first it pissed him off, but as time passed, it felt so deliberately acted that he wondered what the hell this was about.