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Entering the coliseum in which the tournament was taking place, you were greeted by the sun's rays descended down the entire field, nearly acting like a spotlight for the players soaring high on their brooms or sprinting around the ground.
You felt as though a tiny tornado had spumed inside your stomach for a brief moment. Your gaze shifted around the numerous people seated on the bleachers, waiting expectantly and watching excitedly. It was odd, truly. You're not accustomed to experiencing such...nervous emotions bubbling inside you. This really shouldn't be an issue since you've dealt with much greater forces (such as deceiving the heavenly principles) however, you were more familiar of standing by the side, not having the spotlight on you and playing an important role behind the curtains where none has much knowledge about.
Your pondering was interrupted by Ace, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shook you in a playful manner. "What's the matter, Y/n? Already nervous before it even started? Puh-lease!" He teased. "The're gonna pay for making fools out of us last time!"
Deuce appeared on your other side, clutching his magical pen closely to his chest, seemingly anxious as he gulped. "Hey, guys. Whoa, Y/n, your PE uniform looks pretty good on you!" He complimented before stammering a bit. "I-I mean, you always look no matter what, so... You know, I just thought-" The male discontinued his rambling before he could further embarrass himself. "The cameras aren't rolling, a-are they...?"
Fortunately, the awkwardness did not last long as Grim suddenly pounced infront with both paws placed on his hip and tail swaying from behind in exhilaration. "All right! Time to show the world what Grim the Great is made of!"
From the sidelines, you saw the Heartslabyul players stretching, either to warm up or prepare themselves for the next tournament. That was when you caught sight of a certain ginger-haired senior sneaking some quick pictures of the area, even noticing how the camera would often point at you directly. Although, the latter would always rush to bury it back in his pocket whenever his red-headed housewarden would face him. The rather comical scene was enough to etch a faint smile on your lips, coming to the conclusion that all will end well.
That was your last memory before participating and playing in the Spelldrive game, along with your mismatch team containing the ghosts, two Heartslabyul juniors, and Grim. Overall, it was enjoyable and you, for once in an extremely long while, understood the human terms of "relax and just have fun" or "no pressure, no worries" You'd truly treasure rare moments like these.
Alas, it could not last forever nor did it end properly as you felt metal collide with the back of your head harshly and abruptly. The force and impact caused you to you stagger a bit before you felt your eyelids growing heavy, indicating you were about to pass out...again.
Why must your head always be a target? Does everyone seriously just want to add the damage to your head you already nearly lost?
Before your weight could completely topple on the ground, you felt a pair of strong arms catching your figure just in time. You noted those familiar, piercing eyes that shone like emeralds when exposed to light staring down at your half-conscious face.
