Few minutes just before Victor and Ceres' duel began.
-"Uoooooh!"
-"Get beat already, just drop dead!"
The crowds from the stands were jarring with insults and excitement at the person standing indifferently in the arena. The whole colesium and stadium was awash with buzzing excitement.
Through one of the entrances through the aisles in the seats, a young man wearing the first year cadet's uniforms could be seen slowly and confidently walking through. A small, thin, and almost unsettling smile plaid on his lips.
He walked through the aisles as the rain of cheers from tte audience continued, with his arms in his pockets.
His smiling lips finally parted, and he whistled slightly.
"Hoo..."
Just then two of the students who were chanting at the aren in front of him suddenly turned their heads back to face him. Immediately, their exoressions brightened instantly as they readily greeted him.
"Young master, Locke! You're here!"
