บท 97: Don't Mule over it

As the confusion spread amongst the first years, an old man suddenly appeared over the arena, he had grey flowing hair, and his appearance exuded a regal flow.

His white robe fluttered in the wind, giving him an uncalled-for swag.

All the students looked up, and the senior students immediately got up and bowed, both the magical academy and the martial academy.

"We greet the headmaster Wilbur." They said in unison.

The first years could not begin to worry about all that shit now, they still wanted to know what had just happened, and how they were still alive.

"I know that the first years are still confused at this point." The man spoke, that word alone drew the attention of all the first years.

"After much consideration with the council members of the martial academy and the magical academy, we concluded that the best course of action for us was to embed a test for the first years into the tournament.