Dark Dimon had been back in the dormitory for quite some time.
The common room downstairs was extremely lively. The Noble House students shared a peculiar mixture of hope and anxiety as they chattered noisily away.
The atmosphere of the Academy Cup's final day seemed to have arrived ahead of schedule. Sitting at his desk, Dark began making his final preparations as well.
Tomorrow's matches would begin promptly at eight, though there would first be an opening ceremony. The first duel would likely not begin until around nine, after which the schedule would become extremely packed.
The format was not for one grade to compete after another, but for all five grades of each academy to take turns battling.
After the opening, the contestants would draw lots to determine which two academies would compete first.
If Noble House drew the first lot and went on first, then as the second-year representative, he would be the first to take the stage and kick off the entire duel tournament.
He had carefully studied his opponents' information and diligently prepared his tactics. It was not as if he lacked confidence.
It was simply that even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Throughout history, in every kind of story, defeating the strong while weak had always been a classic. Even if protagonists had only a one-in-ten-million chance of victory, they could seize it and defeat opponents who should have been impossible to overcome.
Naturally, he neither wished nor could allow his opponents such an opportunity. Therefore, giving his all was the bare minimum.
—This was the self-cultivation of a villainous young master.
At the same time, contestants from every academy put aside their research and experiments and began their final preparations before battle.
Of the twenty contestants in the entire