Amon watched Madam Lin walk away.
'This is easier than I thought. Heh, I was worried for a second that I still need to pathetically argue with her,' Amon thought with a grin.
Now that the matter of Madam Lin's objection was solved, it was time to deal with the issue of making sure he was picked for the spot. From what Lin Fong had told him when they signed the application, twelve candidates were being recommended for the four spots. This meant he had to fight against eight others to make sure he was selected.
He asked Lin Fong how the selection was done. Lin Fong said that was up to the clan master. Sometimes it was done by simple sparring, another time it was by a different type of competition. They would know by later today.
Without realizing it, Amon's gaze stayed on Madam Lin's back. A strange kind of feeling was lingering inside him as he watched her. The feeling was too alien so he dismissed it. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was a tinge of guilt.
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