After three months of intense training, with the election tournament's first rounds just days away, the Academy's arena grounds buzzed with anticipation.
With the exception of a few spectators, the stands, which are typically crowded with enthusiastic fans, were almost empty.
Professors Vaelm and Avoor leaned against the low railing, staring at the lone figure below. With her staff resting against the arena wall, Rin Valarune stretches with fluid precision.
Avoor's voice was dry as he raised a doubtful eyebrow, his tall frame crowned with fiery orange hair. "Is our time truly worth this girl?"
"She played a key role in the hunting cage incident," Vaelm said, adjusting his glasses. "Like Leonhardt, she might be a diamond in the making."
Avoor crossed his arms and scoffed. "I've seen her in the gold section, talent or not. It's difficult to impress me."
