"Ranked 238, Siris Houndjo, step forward!" Professor Franz announced.
Everyone started searching through the amphitheatre for the lowest ranked student on the list, as this would let them know if their chances of getting in were still solid or nonexistent.
An averagely tall, black haired boy stepped into the arena, his blue eyes glowing faintly as he looked around the amphitheatre. He sighed and walked towards the centre of the arena where he stood. His face showed a mix of dissatisfaction and relief. Of course he got in, but who wanted to be at the bottom.
Xenon recognised him immediately, it was the crystal boy. He sighed in relief and turned to his cousin.
"I think we have better chances than we previously thought. The boy down there is someone either of us can easily out match, he participated in one of the first few rounds before you arrived. So, relax." Xenon reassured.
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." Jeage sighed but wasn't really calm.
