"Oh, is that so? Well, they certainly have remarkable composure. I wouldn't be able to. You might end up being the only student I've taught in my two hundred years who failed the preliminary test. Thank heavens, my reputation is ruined. Even if I've instructed ten geniuses like Sino, having just one student like you would be enough to destroy it all."
Sino—she was the genius girl standing nearby.
From afar, Angel watched as the genius girl gleefully boasted to her friends. He let out a helpless sigh, then silently slung his bow and arrows over his shoulder and trudged back.
"Hey, wait a moment." The coach called out to Angel again.
Turning back, Angel saw the coach extend a pendant toward him.
It was a pendant made from an arrowhead, dark green and polished to an almost oily sheen.
