Olmo finally walked away from Steil after what felt like an eternity of discussion.
Jelo glanced to his side and saw Ken shaking, his body tight with desperation. He didn't need to ask—Ken was itching to fight.
"Just chill, bro," Jelo said quietly. "I don't know how olmo decides who fights or when, but everyone here is going to be tested. Just wait your turn."
Ken swallowed and nodded.
Olmo turned back to the students.
"So far, so good," he said. "I like what I'm seeing… and I also don't."
The atmosphere stiffened.
"I like the fact that our Class Two students are very strong," olmo continued. "But our Class One students still have a lot to learn."
His gaze swept across the field.
"I see potential in all of you," he said. "But potential alone isn't enough."
He paused, then raised his hand.
"Without wasting any more time, let's move on to the next fight."
"The next match—Jelo versus Mark."
The moment olmo said it, the air shifted.
