A Week Later.
"Hey, have you heard?"
A guy wearing a purple uniform from Originiveil Academy, indicating that he was a mage, walking down the streets of the fifth peak of the academy questioned one of his friends.
"Yeah, I hear they recovered..." One of his friends replied with an exaggerated sigh, recalling the election competition and the brutality of that single match.
"That's not all. I saw one of them; he's in my class. That guy was flirting with girls like all of that happened had never happened." Another one of them added, growling in frustration as he recalled how easily that guy could talk to girls.
'Why is god so unfair!' This was something he couldn't speak out loud, as the guy knew that it was just him who was bad at talking to girls.
