"Look at these bastards. Not even a speck of dust on their garments, and the rest, though battered, somehow managed to stay clothed."
"Two of the girls are wearing men's clothes, and aren't the garments on that massive guy the type those degenerates wear?"
Two martial artists inspecting the group arriving from the Outer Circle anchored their attention specifically on their garments. They knew exactly what was supposed to unfold last night, and they were here specifically to amuse themselves with the students who were supposed to march past them completely naked.
Every single soul waiting to watch them from the exact spot where the stone-paved road commenced possessed intel about what went down; it was glaringly obvious this was a ritual repeated every month, yet this time, their amusement had lost its usual flavor.
"Look at the bastard at the absolute rear!"
"Is that blood on that guy's face?"
