Chapter 261
"Damn it!" Grey growled, his footsteps echoing down the corridor leading to the hall used for breakthrough classes.
His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, his posture radiating annoyance as he walked alone.
Everyone else had already gone ahead, leaving him to stew in his thoughts, his mind spiraling with frustration.
"I said I didn't want to participate in the tournament," he muttered, his eyes locked on the path ahead. "But no—I'm being forced into this ridiculous test. I honestly couldn't care less about this tournament nonsense."
His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. "In this academy, I can boldly say—no one in the second year, not even the third years, can match me. If anyone might pose a challenge, it would have to be students from the other academies."
His tone was sharp, but tinged with exhaustion. "Even then, I don't want to waste time competing. I'd rather be training… trying to surpass that Kael guy."
