"This is how it's going to be. If you win, I'll accept fault even for things I don't understand. But if I come out on top, you end this pointless hostility."
Aldrich's tone carried unwavering certainty, almost unnervingly so.
Though his adversary was two classes beneath him, this level of composure might have been excessive. After all, both of them were handpicked by Eldora, an academy that didn't entertain mediocrity. Every student here, regardless of rank, bore within them remarkable talent and untapped promise.
It was true: there existed a noticeable gap between an S-class and a B-class, let alone when comparing battle potential. But still… this was Eldora. And here, even a B-rank could break limits, shatter expectations, and change outcomes. Aldrich's overwhelming confidence could very well lead to his downfall if caution was thrown to the wind.
"Enough of the talk," Dickins growled, stepping forward, fists clenched. "Let's get this over with."
