Hands in his pocket, Veer skipped on the concrete road while humming a tune from his old world. His eyes were half-closed as he thought about his encounter with Carlson.
'It is going to be hard,' Veer thought. 'Second years are already a pain in the ass to deal with, but at least we will only have to fight them in the final round. This guy, on the other hand...'
He had expected many scenarios already while making a plan for the Selections, and this situation wasn't out of his expectations.
Carlson wasn't just a pushover who stood at the top of the First Years because of his talent. He also worked hard, and Veer had noticed it from some of the videos he found on him. They were mainly of him practicing, but his movements and concentration gave him an idea of his personality.
So, he already had a plan he had made in case Carlson turned out to be even stronger than they knew. But it was still something Veer wanted to skip.
