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.'

patting it until it was free of dust. Without a

beautiful

100% of the shots you didn't take. It seemed that Rafthin had taken this philosophy

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 that there were many more in some definitely less than

Leonel hadn't looked toward her to compare her to Aina. Rather,

gaze, Leonel managed to pick out Wissan who should be the Head Student of Misty Woods. He was quite an obscure

out based on his strength and the subtle atmosphere of those

reconnaissance. About time this

"Be careful."

Aina with a raised eyebrow. She wouldn't usually say such a thing when he was clearly up against

eyes and nodded, a light

moved. One of the mysterious four from Valiant Hall along with three others, one from each of the Organizations, dashed forward, sprinting

for the elders

as though they were surrounded from all sides by hordes

push for a frontline

placid. But, when he noticed that Leonel looked toward his twin daggers again

the enemy right now. There are bigger

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

an eyebrow. 'Hoho, how

accepted that their enemy wasn't each

smart decision, I don't mind helping all of you