The commotion persisted for a quarter of an hour, but with the intervention of Dragon Instructor, the situation was brought under control.
The runaway Magic Wand fell from the sky like a crashing plane, losing its vigor, and was caught by its owner.
One by one, the students in black robes returned to their places, as still as meditating monks. Had it not been witnessed with one's own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that these brooding figures had been running and jumping just moments earlier.
The Dragon Instructor on the stage gestured with his hand, and the four Bone Rods returned to his pocket like swallows to their nest, leaving only a standard Magic Wand, as long as his eyebrow, in his hand.
The dragon touched the ground lightly with its claw, refocusing everyone's attention back to him.
