In a large arena located on the outskirts of the academy, the participants were gathering in preparation for the first stage of the tournament. The scene was filled with tension and anticipation. In the various corners of the arena, stood fighters wearing light armor, some of them carrying heavy weapons, and others wielding lighter, swifter arms. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation, and hearts were leaping in their chests.
Valerian stood with the rest of the competitors on the side of the arena. He looked around, felt the weight of the atmosphere, but his attempts to hide his anxiety were futile. He knew this competition wouldn't be easy. Even if he wasn't the weakest, he knew there were those stronger but that didn't stop him. He was focused on what lay ahead, on the steps he would take from now on. He had no choice but to succeed.
