The tragedy before the tournament I

A miserable voice rang out inside the student's hall and Nine was jolted awake.

He hissed and clutched one of his knees, it was bleeding.

His eyes were blurry and the only thing he could hear was a male voice crying beside him.

After a minute, when his mind became clear enough to think properly his eyes darkened as he frantically looked around the familiar hall.

Not far away from him were some students lying or sitting while tending to their injuries. A few professors were running here and there trying to calm the panicked students. On his left, a grey-haired boy was crying as he mumbled someone's name again and again.

A crowd of unharmed students was standing at the hall entrance with solemn expressions. They were whispering and looking at the injured students with complicated expressions.