The Colosseum had now became a sea of motion. With the Jester's ten minute time limit, everyone had started moving in a rush to form a party.
Moving through the crowd Verso watched students from the same middle schools gravitated toward each other, teaming up.
'I hate this.' Verso however did not see anyone in the crowd that he could recognize.
Just then, a firm hand pressed down onto his shoulder from behind.
"Finally!" Verso spun around with a reflexive smile of relief.
He expected to see a classmate or someone who was just as lone as him. But as his gaze locked onto the person standing before him, the smile died a swift cold death.
"If you want revenge, now is not the time..."
He looked at the blonde haired boy in front of him.
It was none other than Xavier, the same elite student who had decided not to return to school after their final grade duel.
He looked comparatively more grounded then when Verso had fought him.
"I don't want revenge." Xavier said.
