The next morning, lessons presumed as usual.
In the Summoner-D homeroom, Miss Maecil had just finished her lesson on how to care for one's Summons properly, how to notice strain before it became damage, how to maintain trust, energy, and discipline so that the bond did not become a burden on either side.
Miss Maecil's voice softened as she brought that topic to a close.
The room went quiet for her to speak.
"Alright," she said, folding one hand over the other, "listen carefully."
The students straightened.
Lancet did too, though only slightly.
Miss Maecil's gaze moved over them once before she continued. "I'm ending today's lesson early so we can spend the extra time discussing strategy for the upcoming challenge."
That got a stir out of the room immediately.
One-on-one combat tournament.
It was the most exciting challenge in the Inter-Class Competitions yet. Everyone was driven by the idea of magic and violence.
