The rules of interaction among wizards were somewhat like the Dark Forest Law.
When nothing was wrong, naturally, you were well and so was I. But once conflict arose between them, it became a matter of striking deadly blows however they could.
Especially during the apprentice stage, when no one's defenses were particularly strong, many could unleash tremendous offensive power if prepared.
It was as though everyone carried a firearm; the advantage of striking first was immense.
For that very reason, the methods of thugs became increasingly cruel. Only ruthless methods could intimidate others.
A cold glint flashed through Arro's eyes.
He did not want to imagine what treatment he would receive if he fell into enemy hands.
After passing through the corner path and arriving at Battle Corner Street, Arro walked steadily toward the Mysterious Great Hall.
As he neared the Mysterious Great Hall, Arro saw yesterday's man again. The man was standing at the entrance, and after catching sight of Arro from the corner of his eye, he actually entered the hall first.
A coincidence?
No! It was premeditated!
Arro gripped his sword hilt, but when he saw the flow of people coming and going around him, he loosened his hand again.
Wait first. He could not act now. If he acted here and got beaten to death by the people around him, he would not even know what had happened.
Keeping the same rhythm underfoot, Arro steadily walked toward the Mysterious Great Hall.
He remembered.
"That man is one of Knan Nabbi's 'brothers'!"
"I can't let them know I've discovered them."
The Mysterious Great Hall was still crowded with people. Wounded apprentices emerged carrying the joy of harvest, while fully armed apprentices streamed in continuously, anxious and uneasy.
This was a paradise where the strong reaped