"Number 3… Li Yuxin."
The voices of the crowd grew silent. No whispers of his reputation. Only curious glances and murmurs of confusion.
His name. Unknown to most. It hadn't made waves. At least not yet.
From the centre-left seating area, he rose.
He walked with poised confidence. His long jet-black hair swaying behind him — moving to collect his uniform from the princial.
As he passed others on his way, they began to remember that name.
"The Azure Dragon." Someone muttered. Recalling what he said when he introduced himself the previous day. At the time, most took it for a joke like the King of Blowfish.
But now?
No one laughed.
The principal unmoved as ever, handed him the uniform with a brief nod and Yuxin accepted in silence, blowing before returning to his place.
He said nothing.
And that silence spoke louder than any threat.
As he walked back, another name was called.
"Number 4… Aerith Valcryia."
