"We have the winners of the Magic Division!" Klaus climbed atop the stage to announce.
The audience was silent, which was most likely because most of the students were too stunned to speak.
Out of all the matches so far, this one was the shortest—and only one individual had grabbed all the attention.
"We have our qualifiers. Stefan Netherlore, Maria Helmsworth, Ivan Smith, Rias Lendertale, and Kuzon Midas. You may return to your seats."
The moment I heard his name, a memory flashed in my mind, but it quickly vanished. After all, there was no way that was possible…
'Kuzon, uh? So that's his name…' I smiled.
I watched all the students returned to their seats, while having my eyes focused on the golden-haired boy in particular. As usual, his gait was casual and the air around him oozed calmness.
It was as if he was well aware of the limits of his strength, and that it surpassed everyone else who had competed in the Exchange.