Chapter 22: Let the Games Begin
After reading the last name on the list, Jason glanced down, nodded to himself—and then, without a word, raised a hand.
A soft glow of magic formed around him, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from the training hall in a swirl of light.
The room fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then—"Whoa! Did you see that? He teleported!" one student gasped.
Another student scoffed, crossing their arms. "Why are you so stunned? All senior students know teleportation magic. Of course the instructor would."
"Yeah but... isn’t he a sword instructor?" someone asked, clearly confused.
A nearby student rolled their eyes. "So what? Just because he teaches swordsmanship doesn’t mean he can’t learn magic too."
The confused student frowned. "Hey! How dare you call me out! Do you even know who my parents are?!"
"Here we go again," someone muttered under their breath.
Meanwhile, Zara stood with her arms crossed, trying not to laugh."Looks like it’s not just the fights that’ll be entertaining today."
Elira glanced at the arguing students and then turned to Zara with a soft chuckle."Yes... I think you’re right. We’re getting more than just a tournament today. It’s like a comedy show."