Leon exhaled sharply the moment he emerged outside and saw the Primary Training Field, which was usually empty, now a seething mass of bodies.
"Why didn't I see that notification earlier?"
He walked slowly to the field's gate, joined the queue, moved inside, and stopped by a group of boys who looked uncertain.
Whispers rose around Leon like flies to something rotting.
"Hey. Are you the so-called Storm?" a lanky boy with narrow, dark brown eyes asked in a curious tone.
Another one with a sharp face snorted. "He's the one. Can't you recognise the outfit? Pathetic."
A third, slightly broad-shouldered, elbowed the second. "Man, this isn't the time for that. He's in the first wave with us. That's all that matters now."
The broad-shouldered boy looked Leon up and down with a dismissive sneer. "Don't pamper a shrimp when he knows he's a shrimp. He'll just be dead weight. I can tell just by judging his appearance and body structure."
