After all the matches that day had ended, Li Hanche did not leave the Soul Fighting Arena right away.
He passed through the spectator corridor, where the crowd had already begun to disperse, then turned into the hallway where the tournament committee was located.
The middle-aged steward in charge of tournament paperwork was bent over tomorrow's match schedule. Hearing a knock, he looked up—and when he saw who stood at the door, the pen in his hand nearly fell to the floor.
He had seen everything this ten-year-old boy in white had done on the Soul Fighting Arena today from the sidelines.
"Y-Young Master Li? What can I do for you?"
"The name Heaven Dou Third Team is too shabby. I want to change the team name."
The middle-aged steward let out a breath of relief. He had thought it was something serious.
"That is easy enough. What would you like to change it to? Heaven Dou Royal Academy Third Team? Heaven Dou Ghost Mask Team? Or..."
"The Other Seven Rookies."
The steward's ink-dipped pen froze above the paper. He looked up at Li Hanche with an expression that clearly said, Are you joking?
"Th-this... Young Master Li, that would not quite follow the rules. A team name needs to reflect the academy and team affiliation, and a name like The Other Seven Rookies is rather disrespectful to the other competing teams..."
Li Hanche turned and glanced toward the end of the corridor.
Sword Dao Chen Xin had somehow appeared at the end of the hallway and was now strolling toward them at an unhurried pace.
Following his gaze, the middle-aged steward's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Change it! Change it immediately! Young Master Li can call it whatever he wants!"
The steward made his decision almost without hesitation.
Between offending other