The next morning after the grand tournament, the academy grounds were buzzing with uncontainable excitement.
From the moment the gates opened, countless students filled the courtyard, their voices rising like a storm of whispers, laughter, and hurried conversations.
Yet no matter what subject began a conversation, it all inevitably circled back to a single name — Leo Aetherwind.
The boy who had dominated the tournament.
The boy who had crushed his opponents with overwhelming strength and unshakable composure.
The boy who had become a name etched into every corner of the academy in a single day.
Leo's victory had not been a small or narrow one. It had been overwhelming, decisive, and absolute.
His battles had displayed a gap in strength that left both the winners and losers of past tournaments pale in comparison.
His final performance was etched into the minds of all who had witnessed it, and the pride of countless families paled before his brilliance.
