Rows of seats filled in a slow current - second-years near the rail, first-years craning their necks, even a few third-years near the back, instructors speaking low beside clipboards. The floor had been polished by rushing boots.
Kori stood at the sideline with her arms folded.
Across from her, a tall man in a black instructor's jacket rested one hand on a tower shield propped beside his bench. The shield was almost as tall as Kori and more than three times her width. His hair was white, ahd he had iron-gray eyes that moved across the arena like they'd already seen the ending.
"Sixth Phalanx" someone whispered behind Raizen. "Osamu."
