Northern didn't wear the non-combative school uniform this time. All he had on was the same tracksuit from earlier—he hadn't even bothered to return to his room. Instead, he settled into the dining hall without hesitation.
Naturally, he had to endure the stares again. Several students couldn't take their eyes off him, whispering and glancing his way. The servers, however, were kind—almost overly so. They blessed him with generous extra servings, smiling like they'd been waiting for his arrival.
He ate alongside Aster and the other two guys again today.
Afterward, the four of them made their way to the coliseum. Unfortunately, they couldn't relax or take in the moment. Their match was scheduled as the first of the day.
The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation.
Usually, in the early hours, the coliseum saw sparse attendance. It wasn't until late morning or afternoon that the seats filled up.
But today was different.
