They two lines meant… completed dimensional rift passes.
Not simulated training dimensional rifts. Not classroom events.
Real, full-fledged dimensional rift access. Completed. Recorded. Cleared.
There was a collective gasp across the crowd.
"Woah!"
"He's got two passes already?!"
"But he's just a first-year!"
"No way!"
"That's not even supposed to be possible!"
The whispers became louder, feverish.
Because for every Superhero in Academy High, acquiring a dimensional rift pass meant more than just guts. It meant:
Topping every class on dimensional rift theory.
Submitting hours of flawless combat records.
Fulfilling mandatory community labor under high-tier Hero supervision—which often meant scrubbing the blood-soaked armor and broken suits of A-rank veterans after battles.
And then, still passing a brutal written evaluation just to apply.
Even one line was considered high honors for a first-year.
Two?
That was near-mythical.
