"Easy on the kid, Galbert," a voice drifted from the side, echoing from another sparring hall at the far end of the corridor.
"It seems he doesn't fully grasp the size of the chance he now holds."
"Mond! Keep your nose out of this matter!"
The seventh-year class president and leader of the Formal Team, Galbert, suffered a visible change of face. The arrogance vanished, replaced by a sharp, twitching irritation as another student approached.
John shifted his gaze, calmly checking the newcomer. He expected another titan, perhaps someone with even more blue clusters. Instead, he saw something that didn't make sense.
Mond lacked a single blue code cluster. In fact, John's scan revealed fewer than twenty special white code clusters in total, making him look, on paper, significantly weaker than Galbert or even the lesser lackeys.
