Sakuramoria

- And I see you're a master of growth, - the guy replied jokingly. - Want to give me a couple of lessons on earning? Watch out, I might just take you up on it, - Vale quickly caught himself, remembering he was talking to the top students who received the largest scholarships. - Besides, you're some of the smartest here. Congratulations on the high scores, by the way! 
- Don't mention it, always happy to help. Feel free to reach out if you need anything!

— What was that about growth just now? 
One of the students who hadn't chosen a weapon approached the group.

— A man's charm lies in his fiery heart and the depth of his soul!
— What's your name, boy?
— Boy?!.. — The guy was about to protest but stopped himself. — Before you stands Ignatius Varlong! Future master of magical sciences!
— Hmmm... — Shera gave the guy an appraising look. — I wonder, how exactly does the temperature of your heart correlate with second-to-last place on the exam?
— Pfft! Some written test aimed at common folk is incapable of assessing the performance of my perfect mind!
— Is that so... Well, with your external parameters and personality traits, magic certainly wouldn't hurt. Maybe you'll at least learn hypnosis, otherwise you won't find yourself a girl. 
— Those superficial girls who care about trifles like height don't interest me! — The "mage" wouldn't give up. — Clearly, they're empty people who don't deserve the attention of a worthy man. Right, friend?
The question was obviously directed at Vale.