Dimensional Descent

Aina looked down toward the kneeling Rafthin then toward Leonel. By now, wouldn't Leonel have done something? So why was he just standing there holding back a laugh?

In these last couple years, Aina had gotten better at controlling her coercion to the point that it no longer leaked without her direction. So, that sort of primal desire everyone had when they looked at her was no longer there.

Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do aside from this. Even if she covered her face, the annoyances would come. She hadn't had to deal with such things in the last two years, but it seemed that she would have to get used to it now.

That said, there was quite a simple answer to all of this.

Aina's hand flashed to the side and caught Leonel's arms, subtly pinching his skin as though blaming him for not doing something.

Rafthin's expression froze, his mouth half open as he had been prepared to give another long spiel.

His head slowly turned toward Leonel, but all he received in return for his glare was a shrug and an almost sheepish smile.

"Better luck next time."

In the distance, the Head of Rusted Blade's expression darkened. Rafthin was truly not a bad student, but his understanding of timing and place had always been off.

Had he done this after the first round, there wouldn't have been an issue. But, to be embarrassed in such a fashion before it even began would only dampen the mood of the others even more.

'At least maybe now he'll actually take this seriously. How ridiculous.'

dust. Without a word, as though nothing had happened, he strolled

My beautiful

this… But, as the saying went, you missed 100% of the shots you didn't take. It seemed that Rafthin had taken this philosophy to

her body, sheathed daggers could be found. Just from a cursory glance, Leonel was able to pick out over a dozen tied to her small frame. It was obvious

toward her to compare her to Aina. Rather, Emna should be the name of the Head Student of

Leonel managed to pick out Wissan who should be the Head Student of Misty Woods. He was quite an obscure and lowkey character. A bit chubby and even wearing glasses. He was definitely not the first look one would have in mind for

pick him out based on his strength and

that's enough reconnaissance. About time this

"Be careful."

with a raised eyebrow. She wouldn't usually say such a thing when he was clearly up against inferior competition. Yet,

eyes and nodded, a light smile spreading across his

mysterious four from Valiant Hall along with three others, one from each of the Organizations, dashed forward, sprinting along the waving pillars as though it

waiting for the elders to reach the target destination

the Valiant Hall students. It felt as though they were surrounded from all sides by hordes of enemies, nearly outnumber

a frontline position like the others. Looking off to the side, he made eye contact with

looked toward his twin daggers again and shook his head, he felt a spark of rage

enemy right now. There are bigger fish to

looked away, a bestial aura wafting out from his body. His limbs seemed to lengthen,

an eyebrow. 'Hoho, how mature

If they all accepted that their enemy wasn't each other, then this

I don't mind helping all of you