Leon had reached the front entrance of the Academy. He knew the high-rise circular structure was where he was supposed to go, and he could see many guards checking some passes from the people to let them inside.
He didn't bother to try anything; his eyes scanned the path in front, gazing between the people. His wind element formed around him, and with just a burst of precise movement, his figure vanished and passed through the front gate.
Fwoosh
If they noticed me, I'd die of embarrassment more than danger.
The guards, despite being Awakeners themselves, were clueless as to what had just happened.
He followed the people through the hallways and finally came upon the ground floor of a circular arena where, in the center, he could see two men about to fight—one with a gauntlet in his hand, the other with a spear.
The wooden benches shuddered with every stomp of the crowd, the vibrations climbing up through his boots as if the arena itself was alive.
Yaaaaay!
Let's goooo!