As soon as Samba registered Ryan's mana with the magical paper he effectively bound Ryan to their group. Samba then gestured with his thumb for Ryan to move on.
His part in the introduction ceremony was over. Ryan walked forward.
He went to stand with the other members of Samba's red-banded group. Several of the red-banded students clapped him on the shoulder.
They were welcoming him into their ranks into their faction.
Across the courtyard the members of the Black Team glared at Ryan with undisguised hostility.
Their dangerous gazes promised future conflict future trouble for him. He had chosen their rivals.
Samba then turned his attention back to the remaining crowd of first-year students.
They were all still waiting nervously. "Next!" he called out. His voice was sharp and impatient. He wanted to get this over with.
