Finally, the Tournament had ended and with it ended the excitement of the Cadets as well as the sense of tension in competition floating in the air. The Cadets had returned back to their dorms for rest, classes were suspended for almost a week in order to cater to the injured.
Opening his eyes, Aria stretched his muscles in the bed as he gazed at the ceiling. He still couldn't believe the results of the final match. The strength and power coursing through his veins and channels seemed like a dream to him.
'It's really not a dream.' He clenched his fist and sensed the heart beating loudly.
Remembering the last message by the Great Elder, Aria had left a message to Old Seven to lend a transport to the surface last night. Little Ki informed him of the availability of the dropship at Old Seven's region in reply.
