"No way he managed to win that!"
"How the hell does a kid like that already have such a powerful familiar?!"
Multiple students kept roaring as the display changed in front of them. The headmaster was using a device made with spatial magic, which was embedded with his mana to broadcast the events happening in the ranking tournament.
All of the older students were watching the tournament, some even eating popcorn and other treats whilst enjoying the show.
The teachers were in a different room with a different device.
Only three were present at the moment, however, if any regular person were to enter, they would be suffocated just by their pure pressure.
They were enjoying the show to say the least.
"How is a child even capable of having such a strong familiar! That kid just interests me so much," a female professor screamed up, however, instead of being surprised, she was laughing at the display. Her red hair reached all the way down to her hips, a white robe surrounding her delicate and petite body.
Her red eyes were practically glued onto the display in front of them as she kept rooting for Klaus.
"Ravenna, can you calm down…" Another lady teacher chimed in from behind her. Her blonde golden hair swayed around as she took a seat calmly. The temperature around her seemed to be freezing, however, her expression didn't show anything at all. It was cold.
"I'm sorry, Isolde! But I haven't seen such a show in—"
"Quiet down already," the third and final teacher spoke up from the corner of the room.
Both girls turned towards him, sighing at the same time as the groomy martial artist in front of them was basically boiling from anger.
"Torren, calm down—"
"SUCH DESPICABLE ACTS!" He banged his hand on a table, which collapsed instantly. "Coming from one of the strongest martial artist families and being a mage should be treated as treason!"
"…" Isolde sighed, soft snowflakes coming out of her mouth, which made her cough slightly.
Ravenna, on the other hand, was holding her laugh back whilst she kept watching the display. "Could he be the victor of this year, hmm?" She leaned in close to the coughing Isolde, who shook her head despite her throat itching from the snowflakes.
"Matthias," both Isolde and Torren said the name at the exact same time, one of them was visibly angrier than the other, though.
Torren was a martial arts teacher, but despite being a teacher, a person who is supposed to be a good mentor for every student, he didn't like mages winning.
"Why even attend an academy if you know mages will attend…" Torren thought of an answer to Liselda's question, however, he just shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk about how he ended up there.
"Is Matthias that strong?" Ravenna looked at the screen in front of them, which slowly faded from Klaus to the mentioned boy.
He was moving around like a blur, his movements untraceable to any normal first-year.
After images appeared behind him as he moved through the desert, his movement blowing around the same in every single direction.
"Fast," Ravenna smiled awkwardly as a drip of sweat started flowing down her forehead just from the display of his speed.
"Teleportation spell," Liselda said whilst the displayed Matthias just blew apart a boy's body who couldn't even trace his movements.
"He's capable of silent casting," Torren wanted to slam his fist down again, but he was afraid of breaking the building in half due to the sheer rage in him.
"This is a generational talent!" Ravenna chuckled as the display split in half, showing both Klaus and Matthias. "Perhaps this year will be interesting with those two."
—
Wind blew past her as she stood in the middle of a desert. Evaline's fluttering, her eyes were trying to scan through the sandstorm that was covering everything in front of her when out of nowhere a hand touched her shoulder.
"Need help?" The voice was calm, it was a voice she recognised, however, she wished she hadn't.
"Fire lash!" She yelled, and a flaming whip appeared in her hands, which she swung around at an incredible pace.
But the person behind the voice ducked easily, moving swiftly as he circled her, leaving faint afterimages of himself.
'Matthias…' Evaline crossed her arms and leaned forward, getting ready to attack, but Mathias didn't seem to attack her.
"Blaze ring!" A flaming ring conjured around her.
"Impressive," he stopped moving as the circle moved around her.
"Blaze ring is a rather unique technique for your family," his eyes shone, reflecting the ring in front of him. His black hair was getting flung around due to the sandstorm still, however, the flames didn't die down.
His yellow eyes were piercing through the storm.
"I'm not stupid enough to go into the ring, Evaline," Matthias already knew that if he went inside, he would burn down, so he just stood still.
"I didn't even plan on hurting you, but—" He sighed as Evaline's colour was slowly draining due to her mana slowly emptying. "—you are still the same fighting fanatic as ever."
However, she wasn't even trying to fight him alone.
She just didn't want to get eliminated.
"All you are is a person that manipulates others," Evaline said quietly, however, Matthias picked it up without a problem.
"With what, Evaline?"
"Doesn't matter. You won't win…Cinder Spark!" A flare gun-like shot went out from her finger through the sandstorm, lighting the sky red in the hopes of Klaus being able to help.
"I won't? We'll see how long you can use that spell," he chuckled, his hands covering his mouth as his eyes darkened slowly.
'Please,' she wanted to beg, her mana was being exhausted rapidly, however, she had to keep the ring up. Her hands were extended outward as she tried to keep the ring spinning.
—
Klaus walked around on the field whilst Jen kept flying around him, scouting random areas she could see from their position.
"Master!" She screamed, her voice urgent as she pointed towards the desert.
'What?' Klaus turned, he instantly saw a flaring ball moving up towards the sky, like a flare gun had been shot.
"This has to be Evaline," Klaus said, and Jen instantly started flying forward, followed by the running Klaus behind her.
His steps were nowhere near as fast as her flying, however, he didn't have much of a choice.
'Don't lose, or we'll fail,' Those were his final thoughts as he kept running forward.