Mini Tournament

After riding the floater to go down, their steps echoed throughout the hallway.

Arakaki and Komatsu, feeling the atmosphere grow a little sour, recalled Asaka, Melody, and their uncertain future.

Compared to living inside the barn, Academy life really suited them.

But they couldn’t guarantee they would live like this forever.

Arakaki’s black robes swung as he walked, his white loose pants billowing slightly with each step.

Komatsu’s black robes were held in place by a belt at her waist, and she wore tight black pants that accentuated her movements.

What she was wearing really contrasted her pink hair, which sometimes gets swung by the wind.

Doesn't want the atmosphere to turn sour a little bit longer, so Arakaki decided to change the topic as they walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of which," Arakaki said, "Did you hear about the mini-tournament?"

Komatsu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "No, what's that about?"