The sun rays of the early morning beamed through the glass windows of the council room, shining their light on the dark-haired Striker as his steely eyes swept across the room, temporarily silencing the chatter around him.
It was only 7:30, and he was already tired. Alcione could feel it, and so did everyone else.
"Tough morning?" Alexandria offered, earning a barely acknowledged glance from the man who sat at the head of the table.
She quickly shut her mouth after that.
"We're here to discuss the upcoming Isosceles Tournament," Lucien started.
Everyone in the room straightened their backs. "As we mentioned last time, it's taking place in December, so we only have a month left to get things in order."
Alcione nodded. "Since it'll be hosted at Toleran this year, Headmaster Rheas is expecting a lot from us."
"Yeah, to win," a Fourth Division Student mumbled.
