The First Measure Academy delivered the field rewards beside the evidence they had survived to recover. Five narrow sheets waited at the rail, and every candidate could compare the written result with the broken spindle behind the screen.
Vhar stood at the evidence-room rail while the field supervisor read from five narrow sheets.
A field-association student waited beside the doorway with a braced-yard offer, listening before she committed training hours.
"Reth Varel receives supervised route-mapping access and attendance at the quarry evidence review. Sera Marn receives rescue-lane credit, supervised field access, and a ranking-review slot when she can safely handle the required equipment. Kavos Dren receives observation credit, vertical-range access, and the same review attendance."
The supervisor turned to Nyra. "You receive field-command credit, evidence-review attendance, and a public ranking-review slot. Your signed cadence reading remains attached to the Academy record."
Nyra accepted the sheet without looking toward anyone else. "When does the review occur?"
"The date will be fixed after the supply and transfer ledgers are opened."
The supervisor faced Vhar and held out the fifth sheet. "Your conditional first-trial access becomes supervised field access. You may attend the evidence review and public ranking review, while the safety officer decides which occupied practice spaces can support the work you choose."
Vhar read the equipment line twice. "The access begins now, but live-contact work waits until the room and everyone inside it can survive the method?"
"That is the practical version," the supervisor said. "You choose whether your body is ready, while the Academy chooses whether you may test that decision beside other people."
The supervisor sealed Vhar's attendance sheet. "The restrictions affect practice and field work, but you may attend the reconstruction and answer questions about what touched your body."
Vhar checked the line before looking up. "That part matters."
"The examination note also says you decide whether anyone touches the old wounds around your wrists or throat because nobody needs that contact to verify what the field equipment did."
The evidence clerk opened the iron screen after checking every name in the room. The disabled spindle base rested on a stone reconstruction platform beneath four suspended safety curtains. Its broken collector collar faced the Academy reader, while the cut cable ends had been fixed to measuring hooks rather than reconnected.
Sera rolled her shoulder once and stopped before the motion pulled against the wrap. "I can attend, but the hammer stays in my room until I can lift it without borrowing the rest of my body."
"Use the brace lane first," the supervisor said. "The rescue credit is yours whether the shoulder heals tomorrow or next week."
The Academy reader waited until the room settled. He pointed to the blue wax beneath the recovered washer, then to a clean collector collar on the comparison tray.
"We are testing one question. Could the replaced hardware determine which occupied lane received the old assembly's force?"
Reth studied the platform. "How much of the lower mechanism is still connected?"
Kavos moved to the marked observation square. "Can the latch release anything beyond the measuring hooks?"
"It should not, because the outer housing was inspected before the screen opened."
Vhar heard uncertainty in the last two words because the reader trusted an inspection performed by someone else.
Before the test began, each person repeated the nearest emergency release in ordinary words. Reth could drop the left curtain by pulling its iron handle. Kavos had a clear shot at the hand wheel but would loose only if the reader's hand became trapped. Nyra could use her spear shaft to shove anyone away from the spindle without bringing the point across an occupied line. Sera could move the evidence assistant or brace the shelf, though her injured arm ruled out doing both.
Vhar's task required no speech once the wheel began. He stood nearest the reader, close enough to reach him or the spindle, with both hands empty and his feet outside the painted seam.
Radrazh and Ulqor waited on the armament rack behind him, still sealed and within the room. The reconstruction required empty hands near the platform, and Vhar had agreed after seeing the clear distance between the rack and every exit.
The reader turned the hand wheel.
The base answered with a low scrape. Heat flickered through the clean collar and into the recovered spindle, then died out at the break Vhar had made in the quarry.
Nyra's fingers settled around her spear shaft. "The older cadence is present, though it is weaker."
Reth crouched. "The rear foot moved."
The reader stopped turning. "How far?"
"Less than a finger's width, but the front feet stayed fixed."
Kavos leaned against the rail for a better angle. "Something is holding the rear side below the platform line."
The safety officer checked the release key. "The platform has no lower clamp."
Vhar listened.
"Do not touch it again," Vhar said.
The reader's hand stopped before reaching the wheel.
Reth lowered his head toward the platform seam. "There is a second latch under the rear plate."
The safety officer stepped toward the release key.
SNAP!
The hidden latch broke free before he reached it.
Three things moved.
A coiled cable tore through the lower housing.
WHIP!
It snapped toward the evidence assistant's legs while a narrow iron hook shot from beneath the collar toward the Academy reader's throat. At the same instant, the weighted rear plate lifted from the platform and swung toward the evidence shelf.
Vhar saw the hook.
He heard the cable cut the air below his sightline.
Behind both, the plate hinge gave a strained metallic cry that reached his spine before the weight entered motion.
His body answered all three.
One hand closed around the hook shaft a palm's width from the reader's throat. Vhar's heel came down on the cable as it crossed the floor, trapping it before it wrapped around the assistant's ankles. He turned through the same step and drove his shoulder into the weighted plate.
CLANG!
The plate changed direction. It missed the evidence shelf, struck the empty section of the safety curtain, and buried its lower corner in the marked floor block.
THUD!
Dust jumped from the seams.
Vhar did not lose the hook, the cable, or his footing.
The room froze around the completed motion.
The hook strained against his closed fingers, but what his eyes saw and what his body did were already moving together, no gap he could feel between them. He did not need to look down to keep his heel centered on the cable, and the plate's weight remained clear through his planted shoulder even while his eyes tracked the reader's retreat.
Sera pulled the assistant behind the rail while Nyra lifted her spear from its brackets and set the point toward the spindle. Kavos called that the upper housing had stopped moving, and Reth warned everyone away from the rear platform seam.
Vhar looked down at his own hand.
A seventh Bloodmark locked from his eyes and ears into his spine.
He turned his attention inward, following the feeling from his eyes and ears down into his spine. The SSS Primeval Bloodforge answered his deliberate focus with a concentrated record.
[SSS PRIMEVAL BLOODFORGE: Bloodmark Record]
[ REALM: Bloodless Husk ]
[ BLOODMARK: 7th ]
[ CIRCUIT: Nerve-Sense Circuit ]
[ BODY PATH: Eyes And Ears To Spine ]
[ FUNCTION: Separate Visual And Audible Threats Reach Your Trained Movement With Reduced Delay, Allowing Your Head, Hands, And Whole Body To Answer Distinct Dangers Without Breaking One Another's Action ]
[ CAPACITY: 60 Uvar ]
[ EVOLUTION: 8th Bloodmark Circuit Open ]
[End Bloodmark Record]
The record named what his body had just learned to do, though the person who cut the hidden latch remained outside its knowledge. Vhar let it recede and returned his attention to the iron still fighting his grip.
The hook groaned inside his grip. He bent the shaft away from the reader and laid it on the platform. His heel remained on the cable until the safety officer wedged it beneath an iron stop.
The reader touched the side of his throat where the hook would have entered. His face had gone pale, but his voice remained steady when he addressed the clerk. "Seal the entire room because the reconstruction is now part of the evidence."
The clerk lowered the outer bar while the safety officer marked every final position. Nobody moved the hook, cable, or plate until three sketches had been made.
The Academy reader turned Vhar's reward sheet over and wrote across the back. His field access would begin with braced-yard work, while the three interceptions would be reproduced with harmless weights after the safety officer approved the replacement equipment. The restriction gave the Academy a repeatable measure without pointing real iron at another person.
Reth crouched by the drilled hole. "It was cut from below and was never part of the spindle."
Kavos stood where the reader had. "Show me the angle."
Reth traced the bore. Kavos followed it to the bent hook. "It ends here, which means the hook was aimed before the latch opened."
Sera steadied the evidence assistant. "That is where everyone looked because the cable crossed us while the plate went for the evidence."
Nyra watched the evidence assistant regain her feet and looked at the shelf. "The quarry forced a choice between two people, while here the evidence became a third loss."
The reader pointed the clerk toward the unfinished floor sketch. "Put the drilled hole and all three paths on the same page before anyone moves them."
The student from the field association had retreated to the doorway. She stared at the hook in Vhar's hand, then at the reward sheet still lying on the rail.
"The braced-yard offer remains," she said, "though I am adding a safety officer to every hour."
Vhar released the hook only after the wedge held. "You may want two because one can watch the equipment while the other keeps an eye on me."
Sera laughed despite herself, and the room returned to work.
Someone had drilled that hook mount into evidence the Academy had already sealed under guard.
This time, it hadn't happened on the quarry road. It had happened inside a locked Academy room.