Everyone Third Year turned to him.
"What do you see?!" a few asked in unison, tension rippling through the group.
The boy narrowed his eyes, squinting hard as the blur slowly formed outlines against the backdrop of the pale sky.
He blinked once.
Then again.
"I see…" he hesitated, disbelief creeping into his voice, "I see an... Academy Track Suit?"
The moment the words "Academy Track Suit" escaped that Third Year's mouth, a strange stillness washed over the crowd. For the ones who had nearly drained themselves of mana or aura through the night, it took a second to even register what was said.
An Academy Track Suit?
'Since when did track suits start flying?' many of them thought in confusion, their minds too fogged with fatigue to make logical leaps.
But while half the students stood there blinking in disbelief, the others surged with new urgency.
