As expected, Ghost advanced to the next round.
The silent assassin had put on an incredible performance that kept the crowd cheering non-stop.
Iris Sunlight nodded in approval at the level displayed by the first-year students.
"The first years have shown remarkable talent this time…"
He scanned the stands with his aura, searching for someone—but the one he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
"Tsk… Aren't you going to come cheer for your son? Or did you come already, and I just wasn't able to detect you?"
Iris muttered to himself as he searched for Mist Umbra—Ghost's father.
Mist had been severely wounded during the last raid on the Ultras…
But he had already recovered and returned to his role as the head of the Shadow Court not long after.
Even Iris Sunlight wouldn't be able to sense the presence of that assassin unless he got close enough.
First-year matches were supposed to be the most boring—just an appetizer compared to the upper-year bouts scheduled for later.
