After tying his shoelaces, Raiden stood up and checked his reflection in the mirror for one final ti.
Instead of his normal clothing, he dressed more impeccably today. Wearing a high white turtleneck with a denim jacket, as well as black pants with a belt, finishing it off with red shoes.
To finish the outfit, Raiden took out two boxes. First was a slightly worn and old box, with second one being a brand new one.
He opened the new one first, taking out a White Steel Dive Watch with a blue dial, a silver bracelet, as well as a couple of gold and silver rings with different patterns, wearing them one by one.
Finally, he opened the worn-out box at last, taking out a simple gold chain from within it. It was sothing of a keepsake, left behind by his parents. Taking a deep breath, Raiden got rid of the distracting thoughts and wore the gold chain, hiding it underneath his clothes.
Now looking at the mirror once again, with his curly long hair resting on his shoulders, Raiden only had one thought in his mind.
’The Clothes Make a Man.’
BAM!
Suddenly, the door was thrown open as Woolie bounced inside.
"Woo Woo Woolie!!" Hurry up, human! I want to go and win the tournant!!
"You battle junkie...fine! Let’s go!! We are getting late anyways."
Raiden walked downstairs and stepped outside, entering the taxi that was already waiting at the door.
"I am counting on you to take care of the farm, Aunt Ruby!!"
"Woolie!!~" We are going to win!! ( •̀ ω •́ )
"I know you will win, take care of yourself, Woolie and Rai Rai~" Aunt Ruby hissed, as she watched both man and beast enter the car, becoming smaller and smaller in the distance.
She had witnessed how much effort they put in, and she could confidently say there were a few who could match them at the sa level. Maybe they’ll co back with a trophy. All she could do was watch over them. This competition, it had their nas all over it.
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Woolie and Raiden walked inside the big tal gates of school, watching as the place beca bustling like a market. There were various stalls on all sides, as well as hundreds of people going to and from the school.
They had all gathered to watch the competition, as it was one of the biggest events of the year.
Ignoring the people who were staring at him, Raiden directly walked towards the booth near the entrance, which said: All Competitors, Register Here!!
"Hello, I am here to take part in the competition. I think Miss Yuna has already registered for ." Raiden smiled politely while looking at the girl behind the counter.
The girl who was typing away looked up and blushed when she noticed Raiden. A second later, she snapped back.
"Ahem, of course. May I know your na?"
"Raiden, Raiden Ashford."
"Alright, Raiden, just give a mont...here you are!!"
A second later, a new printout ca from beside her. She took it and put it in a lanyard with an ID holder, handing it to Raiden.
"This is your pass for the event, Raiden. It has your serial number, 69. Make sure not to lose it. The competition will start in an hour. And this—"
She scribbled sothing on a sheet of paper and handed it over to him while blushing.
"This is sothing extra for you."
Raiden accepted both with a smile on his face.
"Alright, thank you, miss. See you later."
He opened the other slip she gave him, only to find a phone number written on it, with the words: Call .
"Do you see this, Woolie? What has happened to this world?! No sha!! No morals!! Is everyone so casual nowadays?! I don’t need it. Girls will only affect my speed of fighting with Terra Beasts."
Raiden silently pocketed the slip away, while continuing to talk to Woolie, who had a look of disdain on his face.
To pass the ti, he randomly found a bench and sat on it, eating so food from the stall while reading a webnovel. It had been so long since he read one, never finding the ti to read one in recent days.
Taking out the cellphone, he dialled a number.
"Yo Sylvia~ Where are you right now? I am at your school. You didn’t know? Your big brother is also taking part in the competition, you know. Alright, see you at the venue, I guess."
With a sigh, Raiden cut the call while looking at Woolie, who was too busy eating.
"I guess it’s just you and , buddy."
"Woolie!~"
Both of them wasted so ti while sitting and eating. Soon, a loud bell rang.
Attention All Participants, Make your way towards the arena, the competition will start in 5 minutes!!
Hearing this, Raiden stood up and started making his way towards the arena, with the majority of the crowd following behind them, eager and curious to watch the competition.
Raiden cut through the crowd, walking in the front of it and joining a few young people in the gathering.
"Raiden, is that you?!" A voice exclaid as soon as he reached there. He turned around to find a fatty standing there.
"You are...Toby?"
"Hahaha!! It’s been so long, bro!! You just cut off contact after graduating, didn’t join the class group or attend any gatherings either!! What’s up with that?!" The fatty hugged Raiden naturally, causing him to stiffen up. He rembered this guy. It was his classmate, also soone who liked to hug, a lot.
"Hehe, sorry about that. I was busy working. Enough about . How are you? I didn’t think you would join the competition."
"What do you an, didn’t expect ? I, the Great Lord Toby, will beat everyone here and join Archon Academy, do you dare to believe it?!" Toby started getting excited, his spit flying everywhere in his excitent.
"Attention all students!!" An old man walked onto the stage just as both Raiden and Toby were talking, and the crowd turned quiet as soon as he climbed the podium.
"First of all, thank you for coming. I am very happy. As you may have noted, you all have been assigned a number. To thin out the numbers, you will be matched with a random number, and the winner will advance, and the loser will drop out. It will go on until we have our final 128 contestants. Don’t worry, our machine is extrely fair, and everyone will fight around the sa number of tis."
He paused to take a look at the young crowd, who began seething with excitent.
"I wish to talk much more, but I am guessing you guys are too excited to listen to an old man talk. So without further ado,
LET THE INTER-SCHOOL COMPETITION BEGIN!!!
ROAR!!!!
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