"Let's celebrate!"
Luke shouted, raising one hand high as he led the club members out of the meeting room.
They were all heading outside toward the park within the Mix Arena, where the Royal Academy had prepared a large celebration for the students who had participated in the Club Tournament.
Even if a club hadn't won...
At the very least, they had all tried their best.
The tournament had lasted for days, and the students had spent much of their time preparing their booths, selling their products, presenting their research, participating in games, and doing everything they could to earn a good position for their clubs.
So, this party was meant to congratulate the students for the work they had done throughout the Club Tournament.
Of course, the winners still had more reason to feel pleased.
"NUMBER ONE!"
Luke shouted again the moment he spotted the members of the Martial Strength Club and the Scholar Poet Club.
Both club presidents immediately narrowed their eyes at him.
