Ashok's eyes scanned the wave of students charging ahead like overzealous warhorses thrown into battle without a second thought as they charged recklessly for desire to reach first place.
It was almost comical.
Up front, leading the stampede like a shining standard-bearer of youthful delusion, was Leon.
His strides were long, yet eerily calm—like someone who wasn't even trying.
His face betrayed no tension, not even the faintest flicker of discomfort despite the thirty kilograms of Tricelium metal wrapped around his arms.
Ashok tilted his head slightly as he jogged at his own unbothered pace far behind the rest, watching Leon pull ahead with ease.
'Understanding one's ability is important… but pure stats don't lie,' he thought, as Leon effortlessly completed the first quarter of the field in the time most students were still pushing through the opening hundred meters.
That was the Hero of Light and youngest of the Nine Stars of the World for you.
