The energy among the students surged to a fever pitch.
Whispers turned into chatter. Chatter became full-on excitement. And it was all because of one name.
The Grand Magus.
"Ibarin…"
There was no doubt left. The man seated on the central platform was the Grand Magus, the one many of them had only ever read about in books or seen in recordings. And now, he was right there in front of them, larger than life.
The students couldn't contain themselves.
"No way… maybe one day we'll be able to sit at his side."
"You think he'll perform? Like, maybe show off at the opening or closing ceremony?"
"I doubt it. He's just here as the principal of Central Academy, not as the Grand Magus himself."
"I don't care! Do you think he'll at least talk to us? Sign something?"
"Maybe. But I heard, if you actually beat one of the Central students in an event or something... he might notice you."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
