'Huh... harsh guy. I can tell why Alten called him a brute,' Lyrian thought to himself as he stretched. He chuckled softly. 'But... I like him. His words make sense to me, and a man should have a strong demeanor. What is the point of not striving to win?'
Minutes later, all 20 students were lined up on the track shoulder to shoulder. Rerth stood to the side, a metal stopwatch in his hand that had a holographic blue screen. Everyone looked at the track ahead of them as they prepared themselves to sprint. Lyrian took a deep breath. He had never tracked his speed before, but he wasn't going to underestimate the qualifications of the exam. This was Anaviotis, after all. It wasn't some low-grade school that had easy requirements to pass. The entrance exam alone already proved that to him.
'I'll be happy if I can win,' he said to himself, deciding to go for that as well.
