As the crowd's deafening protests echoed through the grand Colosseum, the announcer hesitated, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
'W-What am I supposed to do when I'm just following orders as well?!' He roared on the inside, as this was too much for him.
Just like the audience, he had hoped to see the fourth-year students' matches. He had even placed bets on the students who had made a name for themselves when they were in their third year.
His money was going to all go to the drain now.
What was worse was he didn't even know what was going on!
It wasn't unexpected, though. He was a first-year teacher who had just joined recently and had little to no authority and power in the academy.
He stared at the audience, feeling the pressure of many students and teachers pilling over him, but he could only stay quiet, waiting for the orders from the higher authorities.
