The atmosphere around the Hall was buzzing. The anticipation and excitement of the previously concluded qualifier matches migrated here.
The ground shattering matches, displays of intelligence even from the first-year students.These displays would linger in memories for months. Students and instructors alike.
They were all gathered in the conference hall, where the variety of first years and older students interacted. Arguing, chatting, eating small chops and laughing while waiting for the director of the foundation.
The director was still a mystery to the first years. Too busy to address their orientation and unavailable for the evaluation exercises.
To the older students. The director was someone that was worth abandoning all they hoped to do in the day for. This decision was irrespective of race or status and definitely by choice.
The man of the moment Kyrie, was at the back of the room. His white hair betrayed his attempts at anonymity at every turn.
