The students were herded to the combat arena where many students from 4th to 6th years were eagerly waiting to search for talents to recruit into their factions. The students study for a total of 6 years in the academy and in general, the 6th years are the ones who lead the factions [ official groups of students created under the banner of a teacher who remains in charge while the student elected by the teacher and the first members becomes the leader. The faction can be anything ranging from the cooking/chef faction to the weapon/magician/spirit seeker faction ]
The students were quickly divided into 80 arenas on basis of a lucky draw. Luckily(revealed why afterwards), no two elves were put in the same arena. The students are lead to the weapon and battle dress storage facility. They put their dresses on and move to the weapons. Sarcony in battle arena 24 selects a longbow and 4 quivers of long arrows, two on the back and two tied to thighs. Mo'er in the 35th arena on the other hand, selects a broad sword as tall as her. They stride into their respective arenas almost the same time, much earlier than all other competitors.
Sarcony's choice of weapons impresses few factions but annoys few other. They all wait for her performance nonetheless.
Once all the competitors have gathered, the tension level rose. With a blaring horn, the battle royale began. People in the arena 24 were somehow extremely cautious individuals bringing a smile to Sarcony's face. She slowly muffled her presence and moved to the corner of the arena. She chose to snipe from a distance and eliminate those who are lax first. Due to her careful actions, almost half of the competitors didn't notice her. Those who noticed her lost track of her when she muffled her presence and retreated to an inconspicuous corner without making a sound.
Meanwhile, on Arena 35, Mo'er chose the direct confrontation route and simply pounced on the competitors the moment the horn was blared. She started to eliminate people left and right while charging like an elephant. Her powerful sword swings created shockwaves that caused damage even if the attack was dodged. She made a quick work of 15 participants leaving only the strongest among them. The arena fell into a stalemate.
" My name is Michealis from the Four suns intermediate realm. May I know who you are? " " My name is Mo'er. I am from the Dwarven intermediate realm. Nice to meet you. " Mo'er gave a silly grin and stood leaning on her sword stabbed into the ground. She showed a large number of openings yet none moved. Her casual attitude followed by her brute strength hiding in her slender frame was strong enough to deter them from acting. They decided to fight among themselves and send the winner to face her. And......thus started a game of shield cloth sword. With a shield, the unfortunate winner was a demon boy from a lower realm.