“Ms. Ferne, I… I’ll yield.”
Ferne nodded. “Alright. We’ll choose the next one.”
The names started to scroll again.
“Saul Ade, Magic Class 2, Year 1.”
A boy wearing glasses stood up. “Ms. Ferne, I’ll yield too.” He was terrified of the senior hurting him badly.
The names started scrolling again.
“Mose York, Warrior Class 3, Year 2,” Ferne called out.
Finally, the challenger didn’t concede. Mose walked directly towards the platform and faced Yam.
“I’d like to see the strength of a senior student.” Mose cupped his hands and raised them to his chest, saluting Yam. His fighting style seemed ancient.
“Let’s learn from each other,” Yam said politely.
“Do you want to use weapons?” Ferne asked.
“What do you think?” Yam asked Mose.
“There’s no need to go that far. I’ll just use my hand
