The world tournament (2/)

Rael felt Bheema tense beside him.

Another student, a sharp-eyed boy with flowing silver hair, chuckled. "Is this really the team sent by legendary Heavenly Academy? I was expecting warriors, not toddlers."

Eon exhaled slowly. "You know, it takes a special kind of stupidity to insult people you don't know. I guess some people just grow up physically and not mentally."

"Stupid? How dare this little twerp call us stupid?" One of them got up from the seat, pretty much offended by Eon's simple counter-attack, and about to walk toward her. The other team captain, a tall, arrogantly poised teenager with striking crimson hair, leaned back in her seat. "Relax," she said. "These kids probably aren't used to how things work in the real world yet. They think they are strong because of having high reserves of soul energy."