Those who had stepped into the colossal coliseum today, whether they were seasoned attendees or newcomers, had already heard the name Kayzel. His reputation wasn't something whispered about in dark corners or kept under the lock and key of secrecy. Unlike other prodigies whose pasts remained wrapped in mystery, Kayzel's history was openly displayed for all to see.
It wasn't hidden. It wasn't downplayed.
Because he was so open about what he was, and because everyone knew that a spawn of the Grand Magus walked among the students of the Central Academy, there was an unspoken consensus. Even without an official ranking system, people had a strong suspicion, almost a certainty, that Kayzel was the strongest student in the entire academy. There was no board that declared it, no tournament results that proved it beyond doubt, but the belief was there all the same, woven into the murmurs of the crowd.
