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.'

his knee, patting it until it was free of dust. Without a word, as though nothing had happened, he strolled off into

My beautiful future

what to say to this… But, as the saying went, you missed 100% of the shots you didn't take. It seemed

cut black hair. All over 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 that there were many more in some definitely less

Rather, Emna

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

still able to pick him out based on his strength and the subtle atmosphere of those in his immediate

enough reconnaissance.

"Be careful."

She wouldn't usually say such a thing when he

her eyes and nodded, a light smile spreading across

the elders moved. One of the mysterious four from Valiant Hall along with three others, one from each

for the elders to reach

the hearts of the Valiant Hall students. It felt as though they were surrounded from all sides by hordes of

Leonel slowly strolled into the backline, not even attempting to push for a frontline position like the others. Looking off to the side, he made eye contact with

he noticed that Leonel looked toward his twin daggers again and shook his head,

not the enemy right now. There are

body. His

an eyebrow. 'Hoho, how

smiled more brightly. If they all accepted that their enemy

you've made such a smart decision, I don't mind helping all