Chapter 91: Before The Tournament (2)

"Shin, why the long face?" Elior asked, finally finishing most of the work for today. There were still alloys to be purified, but that won't be today. Other than the tournament, he had other things to do. He removed the thick apron from his body while Aanya turned off the burner, bringing the temperature of the hall to normal.

"It's nothing," Shin lied.

"Whatever it is, you got to perform your best," Elior said, checking the sweat as well as the wet dress. His eyes drifted off towards the clock to find there was still time to take a shower. "Show the world what you are made of."

Shin nodded. The thought of his mother watching him perform his best was not bad. Not bad at all. She should see how much effort he had pulled into it.

Abruptly, Ileana's cell phone rang, and she opened it to say, "My mom, they should be here." She moved away, picking up the call after that.

Elior raised his eyebrow to recall he had left his cell phone in his room, and his mother probably called him too.

He looked at Aanya, who was wiping the sweat from her body on the side. "Senior, thanks for your help," he said, looking at her. "We should go now."

"Don't mention it." Aanya looked at the clock. "Good luck for your match, and you too Shin, Ileana."

Elior and Shin nodded while Ileana was still on the phone. They left the artificers' department with large strides.

"Elior, your parents are already here," Ileana said, hanging up the phone.

"My dad too?" Elior asked, knitting his brows.

"Yes," Ileana said. "They were at the ground, where the tournament was held. My mom was there too, asking for us." 

"I need to take a shower," Elior said as they approached the stairs of the second floor. "Tell them I'll be there in ten minutes."

. . .

It did not take longer than 10 minutes for Elior to prepare. He would have liked to bathe for longer as the hammering was quite exhaustive, but with everything about the tournament and his family, he had to eliminate that thought.

Putting on the leather jacket of the institute and the similarly black leather pants, he left the dormitory. Most buildings have been vacated by now. All the students were currently on the ground. Without much thought, Elior strode there as well.

The venue currently held a few thousand people. Other than the students, almost all the guardians of their family were invited on this occasion. There was no shortage of press as well—after all, only on an occasion like these very few, the academy takes in the press. In other cases, the academy was sealed like a fortress. Only a very few influential people other than the academic stuff could enter.

``If I am not wrong, the matches today will be telecasted throughout the world," he thought. The academy most was covert in their operation about teaching the student, but the situations in the rings were at unrest, with multiple dungeon breakouts in the last most. In the end, the association decided that it will be a good thing to bring down the global panic.

"Brother," Shin called instantly as Elior appeared close to the gate of the stadium.

By the way, the delinquent looking boy did not run towards him immediately, but looked around to find something. Sighing in relief that he had not found what he was looking for, Shin joined Elior.

"What was that about?" Elior asked.

"Press," Shin answered with a stiff expression. "They are everywhere." He pointed in one direction where a dozen journalists, as well as their cameramen, were encircled by a few of the students.

"I thought you would like the limelight," Elior said with a laugh.

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"I thought that too," Shin answered. "But in the last ten minutes, I have answered the same question again and again and again. In the end, only with the help of an instructor I safely evacuated from that place."

"Let's go quickly then," Elior said. "I don't want to get into the mess so soon."

"By the way, your parents should be at the first tier, on the right of the staff's lounge."

The two of them moved into the stadium sneakily. It's almost weird, this place they used every morning for the jogging was so filled with cacophony and packed with people. The stadium was not actually big, barely had the seats to hold ten thousand people. The institute was never a place for too many. A high barricade was installed surrounding the tiers of seats so that the supernaturalists of the match would not affect too much of the crowds.

Compared to the outside, the inside was currently full of reporters and press. The tournament will start in a few minutes, but before that, they were given full reins. It was not every day they got into the institute after all.

"Look, Leroy," Shin called, pointing to his right where a single boy was held captive by dozens of journalists. It was not actually that far. If they put their ears into use, they could hear what they were questioning their fellow student about. Well, the question is mostly related to the tournament. As far as their reports go, Leroy held the most chance to top for the freshmen, but they still were asking how much he had prepared to face the upperclassmen. But contrary to their belief, Leroy was answering their questions calmly one at a time.

"Let's flee quickly from here," Elior said, as he was already on the run. "Shit!" he cursed. Unfortunately, there were already a few journalists approaching from left and right. Elior could have run away if he had wanted, but it would appear as him running away from the camera's, using his supernatural abilities, even if he did not use them.

"Good luck, brother," Shin said his sides as his voice drifted away. That guy actually ran away, leaving him alone in front of the journalists.

Elior released a self-conscious breath and let the journalist come. A few of the cameras flashed with the lights as they held small mikes before him.

"Make it quick," Elior told them. "I have not met with my parents yet."

The journalist seemed to hold some unspoken rules between them as they did not showered him with dozens of questions at once, but one at a time.

"Apprentice Elior, how much confidence do you hold as you go into the tournament? How far are you expecting to go?"

"Confidence?" Elior picked up his eyebrow. "I had some, and it should be enough to let me go as far as I want."

The reporter that asked the question became silent at once. Perhaps stunned by his answer or left the others to do the asking. Another one in the middle of the group asked, "What are your thoughts on the performance of your classmates? Could they stand apart from the upperclassmen who have more time to prepare and hone their skills better?"

"Stand apart? That could be done very easily," Elior answered truthfully. "You might be surprised to find that there may even be a few freshmen who beat the upperclassmen."

The reporter raised an eyebrow while the next one asked his question, "Are there really students who can beat their upperclassmen who spent over a year honing their skills?" He really was not believing this crap, and most others were in the same state.

"You few seem to have some misconceptions about guardians," Elior said. "Yes, time is important, but not everyone prepares for the sets of skills. Like there were students who had expertise in defence, some in spells, some even held their expertise in crafting and had no redeeming battle qualities. All of them will appear in the tournament. What do you think will happen when a first-class battle oriented freshmen battles against an upperclassman who is learning the art of alchemy?

"Moreover, it was not just about their expertise. There are freshmen who can come as victorious even if they fight battle oriented upperclassmen."

The reporter turned silent and nodded, half-believing everything. They were, after all, normal folks, and not much about the guardian business was leaked to normal folks. They mostly think every student prepared in combat-oriented classes or similar that would help the combat-related classes in the battle. After all, it was the most needed class.

"Your classmate Leroy told us that there was only him and you who could top for the freshmen. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Did he?" Elior's eyes drifted towards where Leroy stood with the journalists. He seemed to fit Elior's gaze and looked back. Leroy gave him a smile and carried on with the journalists.

The same journalist continued. "Leroy expected to battle you in the tournament more than the other upperclassmen. It sounded like a challenge. What is your reply to him?"

"I have the same thing in mind," Elior said with a smile.. "Though we are unlikely to go against one another in the tournament, unless we carry ourselves to the finals."

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