When Prodigies Fall, the Failure Stands

Summary

Years ago, my master drank some bootleg liquor and insisted on dragging me back to the Order so he could brag that I was a once-in-a-generation genius.

When the test revealed I was a worthless dud with a fivefold mixed affinity, he gritted his teeth and took me on as his personal apprentice anyway, just to save face.

Luckily, my fellow apprentices were all dazzling prodigies, so I picked up a body-training manual that had been propping up a table leg in the archive hall and started training on my own, figuring it out as I went.