The battle stage was quickly cleaned up by the palace servants, and in just a few short minutes, Saville was up on the stage with his teacher cheering behind him. His opponent was a 12-year-old dark-skinned teenage boy, who was carrying a sword sheathed in a red and gold sheath behind him.
"That boy looks young. Would he be alright?" Juin mumbled to himself as he watched the two bow to each other. For some reason, to him, Saville seemed to be a little less arrogant and somewhat shocked. "Saville seems a little off today…"
Hearing him, Tucker opened an eye to take a quick peek. Just as he was about to yawn, he suddenly sat up straight, as if someone had lit a fire behind him.
