After the nasty surprise that had sprung up on them (the mysterious masked three man team), the students and their lead teachers had spent the last three days preparing for this next round. The game was afoot, and none was looking at losing. They all wanted to win- and they were determined to.
The atmosphere was electric. Because of the number of teams participating this time,the tournament had to be held for eight days. Everyone was prepared, everyone but Zavier. Well, it wasn't like he was completely helpless or anything. This issue at hand was his clones. They were yet to make significant progress. So far, they were yet to meet up with his expectations.