'Swap Mark...'
Without wasting a second, Gray marked a nearby object, ready to escape if the man in front of him made a move.
'...A 2nd-year student, huh?'
He quickly figured out from the emblem, which instead of showing B-1, showed B-2, meaning that he was in his second year.
"I guess the rumors were true," the man said, pulling a dagger from his waist and tossing it into the air.
He caught it by the blade with casual ease, a smirk on his lips.
"The old genius really did make his comeback."
"...Brother? Why did you interrupt our fight?!" Dexter groaned as he looked at the man in front of him in frustration.
"That last move of his was too dangerous for you," the man replied casually, rolling his shoulders like it was nothing.
'So... he's Frederic F. Oxwarld, the eldest son...' Gray narrowed his eyes slighly, but as he looked at both of them...
'...They really don't look like brothers.'
Seeing that they were talking, Gray took the chance to try and slip away from them...
