Jelo stood there, arms folded, his expression tight with thought. He hadn't expected things to unfold this way. The idea that a single teacher would choose a few of the strongest students to compete for representative spots… it had never even crossed his mind.
Jelo frowned slightly. To him, there was a better way.
Each group of students already had a master—someone who trained them closely, understood their strengths, their weaknesses, their growth. Wouldn't it make more sense for each master to select the strongest from their own group? Then, from there, the chosen few could compete to decide who would represent the entire class.
It seemed simpler. Smarter. And frankly, more fair.
