Percival was sitting in a lotus position in the Archery club with closed eyes. He was wearing his uniform underneath a suit of breastplate and arm guard. He was quietly waiting for his turn to be called for the tryouts for the archery club.
A few others were lining at the corner, while some stood at the front with bows and arrows. On the other side were a man and woman in third-year uniforms watching the tryouts with a serious face.
"Hey, you're Percival Galant, right? The son of Baron Galant, the right hand of the king of Alistar kingdom," said a clear, crisped voice of a boy.
Percival opened his eyes and glanced to his left. He saw a skinny boy about five feet tall with clean-cut black hair and a friendly face.
"Hi, my name's George Caster." The friendly-looking boy extended his hand on Percival, which the latter shook.
"Percival Galant," Percival said simply, and the smile on George's face widened.
