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He did a little twirl with his fingers to his servants who then promptly got to work cleaning up his home.
They’d start by removing the bodies of the dead branch commanders.
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Max felt his nerves taking over.
His skin was pale. He was fidgety and twitching all over. Worst of all, he felt like he needed to pee every ten seconds, despite multiple trips to the bathroom.
“I wish they’d just tell us who was fighting who already,” said Casey. “I can’t take all this waiting. It’s making me sick. Toto too!”
Max turned to the D-rank climber who was stationed with them in the waiting room.
“Do you know who is fighting who?”
The man didn’t say anything, just kept his arms crossed, and nodded towards the TV in the middle of the lounge area.
The live tournament broadcast was being shown on the flat screen TV.
The stands in the arena were completely full of screaming citizens and fans.
The camera then cut to a large screen in the middle of the arena.
“The first match is about to be announced,” said the TV commentators. “Who will be the first to fight in this year’s climber academy final exams!?”
Max’s stomach lurched. On the one hand, he wouldn’t mind getting it over with quickly, but he realized there was a certain strategic advantage to going later. You’d be able to better deduce who you were going to fight, and you would also get to see any worthwhile strategies that others were employing during these final bouts.
Everyone in the waiting area watched the screen with bated breath.
A name appeared on the screen in the arena.
Sybil Wesley.
Everyone turned to the girl. She smirked and flicked her hair back.
“Sybil Westley is from the prestigious Westley family, a clan of climbers known for their stunning airbringer abilities,” explained the commentators. “The betting shops give Sybil good odds for going onto win the entire tournament. I wouldn’t want to be the one to face her, certainly not this early on in the tournament. Ah! We’re about to find out who the next contestant is...”
A name appeared on the screen and Max’s stomach lurched.
Casey Everton.
The arena crowd cheered and they could feel vibrations of the roar even below in their waiting room.
Two E-rank climbers walked into the waiting room and said, “Would the contestants follow us, please. Everyone else please stay here.”
Sybil stepped forward.
Casey turned to Max and handed him Toto.
“Will you look after Toto until I’m back?” she asked.
“Of course,” Max said, taking the gerbil and letting it perch on his shoulder. “And good luck!”
Casey nodded nervously, before she went off with the E-rank climbers to battle in the arena.
Max turned back to the TV to watch the match.