The canteen of the first year dorms buzzed with students enjoying their meals, the clinking of cutlery, and animated conversations filling the air. Amidst this mundane scene, the sudden sharp voice cut through the atmosphere that interrupted the tranquil ambiance.
"So you finally came out of your room, huh? Now, fight me."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, causing heads to turn and curious glances to be exchanged.
Leon, who was silently eating, minding his own business, thinking about ways to improve his strength and stabilize his rank, when someone interrupted his meal.
He looked up and glanced at the boy, who was wearing the same academy uniform as him, with a golden band tying his curly black hair. Leon remembered him as Zirix Drakkar, ranked 8th in the first year academy exams. He had seen him during the practice grounds at exams and he could tell he was strong.
After seeing his face, Leon ignored him and focused on eating his food.