December 07, 3067
The Combat Arena was alive with an electric buzz as it opened its gates for the first time this academic year. The grand arena, alongside the academy grounds, was swarming with spectators—an exhilarating sea of faces eager to witness the faces of the students who were hoping to get a spot on the tournament. The air crackled with excitement and anticipation.
"I can't wait to see how Far West's students fare this year, now that the legendary twins have graduated," one spectator exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Those twins were unstoppable last year. They left everyone else in their dust," another chimed in, their voice full of awe. "No one else even came close."
"Then there's really nothing to expect from the Far West this year?"
"Not so fast," a veteran fan interrupted, grinning as they leaned back in their seats. "You're forgetting about Leonard and Lucas. Those cousins are no joke. They might just carry the academy forward."
