Grand Academy Magic Tournament
The ointments that Mathilde and Syrena gave me were so effective that the next morning I did not feel a single hint of fatigue nor sore. It feels like the match yesterday did not happen at all. I woke up and prepared for the event. The sound of students marching to the stadium can be heard abroad. Unlike yesterday’s match, there are a lot more students today. I open my windows to see magic users making way for Syrena, who is heading towards the exit. I climb down the flight of stairs seeing Johannes, Luke, and Haruka slowly going down. They walk slowly as if they are carrying weights behind their back. I overtake them going down fast. “How are you not sore from yesterday’s match?” Johannes shouts as I make it down to the bottom of the stairs. “As expected from this year’s weapon master,
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