Morning sun wrapping the white arena dyed the stone walls gold.
The sunlight rising while driving away the remnants of night lit the marble like a blessing signal gun and stretched countless shadows long.
Light reflecting on the hard skin of stone lit fires in the audience's eyes, and even though it was still before the start cheers pressed in and receded like waves.
A high fanfare rang out.
That sound pierced the clear sky and was pure and strong as if reaching beyond the clouds.
The vibration shook the stepped audience seats and laid bare the excitement hidden inside chests.
"The Academy Martial Arts Tournament is finally entering the climax! First, semifinal first match! Entering is Rigel, the mysterious powerhouse who brought down the Discipline Committee chair!"
The emcee's voice was diffused by magic, and a small lightning-like stir burst from the seats.
The gate opened, and Rigel, flipping a black and blue mantle, stepped into the passage.
