New Rakuya, Irio, Karuza High.
It was a sunny morning in Irio. So sunny that a surprising heatwave swept through the small city like a fire.
In Karuza High, stalls were raised high. Banners were being hung, and students were buzzing with excitement.
Today was Karuza High's annual summer festival.
People from all around Irio came over. Even from neighboring cities. It was because his festival was also a celebration.
They were celebrating the success of Kiernan Hunter over in the tournament, which ended a few days ago, and Irio was now world famous as the place of the greatest talent that humanity has produced this generation.
It was also the festival before the nationals; in a week's time, Karuza High would send their five best fighters to the nationals.
Everyone expected them to win. Anything else was unacceptable.
Walking down School Street, heading to Karuza High, Julian walked with a backpack slung over his shoulders.
