Unrivaled Talent

"I guess it's my turn, then…" Ciara whispered to herself as she stood up.

A bright, mischievous smile was fixed on her face as her slender body moved to climb down the stairs.

"Don't overdo it…" A voice called out to her.

It was the Rank one of her class's Elite Ten, Fabian Lestrome Indiavel.

As she usually did, Ciara utterly ignored the boy who thought he had a say in her business and strolled down, while watching those beneath her also move to the stage, in response to their call by the announcer.

For a second, her eyes drifted and caught the glance of someone she knew quite well—correction, used to know.

His eyes were open wide as he stared at the list, and with his hands clasped together, Ciara already knew what was going on in the boy's mind.

'This guy… sigh…'

Her eyes returned to the stage and she quickened her pace so she could get to there on time, and not keep the others waiting.