"Make way!"
Just as everyone was waiting in a long line, a group of young men and women in fine robes strode to the front, laughing and talking. They shoved the first few people in line behind them.
The man at the very front was a renowned genius in his own country. His brow furrowed when he saw them cutting in. "What do you think you're doing? If you want to register, get in the back of the line."
The leader of the group, a young man in fine robes, found this amusing. He looked at the man. "And where are you from?"
"Bamboo Spring Country!" the man declared proudly.
"Bamboo Spring Country?" The young man in fine robes stroked his chin, pretending to think. Suddenly, he shot his arm out and threw a punch.
The man from Bamboo Spring Country had no time to react and was sent flying.
Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected the finely-robed young man to attack right here, and with such speed.
