"Hey, isn't he the guy who knocked out his first two opponents in the first move?" whispered someone from the audience.
"Well, maybe it was just luck, but now the selection is serious... there's no way a guy like him can defeat someone from a class above him," commented a student in a brown robe from the stands.
"Haha, true, and honestly, I don't like his face," complained a stout second-year. "He's just too pretty, to be honest."
Ren steadied himself, eyeing the boy who was standing confidently over his halberd. Without much ado, Ren stepped forward, shifting his entire weight to one side as his footwork directed the blow. The mace in his hand swung hard, the chain extending to its fullest, enough to circle the whole stage at once.
Morin didn't flinch; instead, he jumped up as the halberd fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding Ren's swinging mace.
