"Ah!?"
Everyone stood in shock as their eyes set on Julien who stood in the middle with blood pooling around him.
Drip! Drip!
Besides the gentle dripping sound that echoed through the air, no other sound was heard.
"....."
Within that silence, Leon stared at Julien with open eyes.
'How...?'
He could hardly find any words to describe what he had seen.
The others, not even the vice-chancellor, may not have understood what had happened, but he did.
Of course, he did.
How could he not when,
'....That's my footwork.'
No, it was different. It was the same, but different at the same time.
"But, how?"
Leon found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Julien. The shock he was currently experiencing was hard to describe.
The footwork that Julien currently displayed was something that he had been trying to figure out for a very long time.