Aurelius Academy stood as the host, its grounds now shared with three others: Virex Dominion, Solmara Institute, and Dravenfall Academy. Each carried its own reputation. Each brought its strongest.
And each had co for one thing.
Victory.
By the ti the last group had arrived, the academy grounds had begun to settle.
Students were escorted to their assigned dormitories. Staff moved efficiently, guiding them, organizing accommodations, ensuring everything ran smoothly. The earlier excitent slowly faded into a quieter rhythm.
Doors closed.
Lights turned on.
Voices softened.
Night began to take over.
Most students returned to their rooms.
Rest was expected.
Tomorrow would begin preparation in earnest.
But Jelo—
Couldn’t.
He stepped out onto the academy grounds, hands in his pockets, his pace slow and unhurried.
The night air was cool.
Calm.
A sharp contrast to the noise from earlier.
His thoughts weren’t.
He had seen them.
The students from the other academies.
The way they moved.
The way they looked at things.
The presence so of them carried—it wasn’t sothing you could fake.
It was real.
Earned.
"...Strong," he muttered quietly.
Stronger than most of what they had faced so far.
That much was clear.
He walked along the edge of the training grounds, his gaze unfocused, his mind running through everything.
The tournant.
The structure.
The expectations.
Each class needed representatives.
Each academy needed winners.
Not just one.
More.
From each class.
And from all of it—
An overall victor.
And in Class 1—
Everyone believed sothing.
That he—
Jelo—
Would be one of them.
He exhaled slowly.
That belief wasn’t light.
It ca with weight.
With pressure.
With expectation.
But it also ca with sothing else.
Opportunity.
He turned a corner, still lost in thought.
Didn’t notice—
The shift in the air.
Until—
Sothing dropped from above.
Fast.
Jelo’s instincts reacted instantly.
"Wing Burst—!"
The burst propelled him sideways just as the strike ca down.
CRACK!
The ground where he had stood split slightly from the impact.
Jelo landed smoothly, already turning—
Energy rising in his arm.
"Dragon—"
He stopped.
Held it.
Forced it down.
His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness.
He could see it.
Not clearly—
But enough.
Energy.
A presence.
"What do you want?" Jelo said sharply.
The figure straightened slowly.
Then stepped forward into the dim light.
A boy.
Around his age.
Calm.
Unbothered.
"I was just checking you out," he said casually.
Jelo frowned slightly.
"By attacking ?"
The boy shrugged.
"Seed faster."
Jelo didn’t relax.
Not yet.
"...Na."
The boy smirked faintly.
"Zaire."
Jelo’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Zaire.
Not a na he recognized from his academy.
So—
Another one.
"I didn’t an any harm," Zaire continued. "I just wanted to see how strong the students here are."
Jelo studied him.
Carefully.
"You’re not from Aurelius."
Zaire shook his head.
"Virex Dominion."
That confird it.
Another academy.
Another opponent.
Jelo straightened slightly.
"I’m from Class 1."
Zaire’s expression shifted—just slightly.
Interest.
"...So you’re one of them."
Jelo caught that.
"...One of who?"
Zaire smirked again.
"The ones people are talking about."
Jelo didn’t respond.
Didn’t need to.
Zaire stepped closer, just a little.
"Maybe we should make things easier," he said.
Jelo’s eyes sharpened.
"How?"
Zaire tilted his head slightly.
"One of us takes the other out now."
A pause.
"Less competition later."
Jelo stared at him.
Then—
Almost smiled.
Zaire shifted his stance slightly.
Subtle.
But ready.
Prepared.
Then—
He relaxed.
"Another ti," he said.
He turned.
"Anyway... it was nice eting you."
He paused slightly.
"We’ll see each other again."
Jelo watched him walk away.
"...Yeah."
Silence returned.
But it felt different now.
Jelo exhaled.
That—
Was new.
He hadn’t expected that.
Not an attack.
Not like that.
But it told him sothing important.
The other academies—
Weren’t waiting.
He resud walking.
Slower now.
More aware.
Eventually, he reached one of the quieter sections of the academy grounds.
A bench sat beneath a tree.
He stopped.
Then sat.
The night breeze moved gently.
Cool.
Steady.
For a mont—
He let himself relax.
Then—
A voice.
"Can I sit here?"
Jelo didn’t respond imdiately.
He hadn’t expected anyone else to be out here.
A pause.
Then again—
"Sorry... can I sit here?"
Jelo turned slightly.
A girl stood beside the bench.
Calm.
Composed.
"...Yeah," he said.
She sat down.
"I’m Azula," she said.
Jelo nodded slightly.
"Jelo."
Silence settled between them for a mont.
Not awkward.
Just... neutral.
"You’re one of the representatives, right?" she asked.
Jelo glanced at her.
"...Yeah."
She nodded.
"I figured."
He looked ahead again.
"...You?"
She smiled faintly.
"Senior." But from another Academy, don’t worry you’ll find out later
That explained it.
Her composure.
Her presence.
They sat quietly for a mont longer.
Then she spoke again.
"You’re thinking too much."
Jelo let out a small breath.
"...That obvious?"
"A little."
He didn’t deny it.
"You’re thinking about the tournant," she continued.
"The other students. Whether your class will win."
Jelo glanced at her again.
She wasn’t guessing.
She knew.
"...Sothing like that."
She nodded slightly.
Then said—
"You don’t need to carry all of it."
Jelo frowned slightly.
"There are four representatives for my class," he said. "We share the responsibility."
He paused.
"But still..."
She smiled faintly.
"It might look heavy," she said.
"But you just go with it."
Jelo didn’t respond imdiately.
"You win so," she added.
"And sotis you don’t."
He let out a quiet breath.
"...I’m not really looking for a motivational speech."
She laughed softly.
"I wasn’t giving one."
That caught him off guard.
Silence again.
But this ti—
Lighter.
Jelo leaned back slightly.
"...Not a bad place."
She glanced at him.
"No. It isn’t."
Ti passed.
Slowly.
The conversation continued.
Nothing too deep.
Nothing too serious.
Just—
Talking.
And strangely—
Jelo didn’t mind it.
By the ti the night deepened—
The academy had gone quiet.
Almost completely.
Azula stood first.
"I should go."
Jelo nodded.
"Yeah."
She paused for a second.
Then said—
"I’ll see you around."
"...Yeah."
She walked off.
Disappearing into the dim light of the academy paths.
Jelo remained seated for a mont longer.
Looking ahead.
Thinking.
Then—
He stood.
The tournant was close.
The opponents were strong.
And now—
He had seen it clearly.
This wouldn’t be easy.
But that didn’t change anything.
If anything—
It made it clearer.
He turned—
And walked back toward the dorms.
Deep inside—
The draconic essence stirred once more.
Not restless.
Not uncertain.
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