At this moment, the waiting area for the competing academies was gradually filling up as the various teams arrived.
Young Soul Masters clad in all kinds of uniforms representing their respective academies gathered together, forming seas of color.
The air was filled with youthful vigor, the desire for battle, and the faint scent of gunpowder.
Among the many academies, one team's attire was especially eye-catching.
It was a color difficult to describe accurately, somewhere between yellow and green. It was not highly saturated, yet it stood out glaringly.
In Dai Mubai's later words, spoken through gritted teeth, it was "shit green."
That was right, shit green.
For this academy tournament that had drawn the attention of the entire continent, Headmaster Flender had painstakingly commissioned this brand-new set of uniforms for them.
According to him, they had been woven from some rare silk blended with Ice Spider Silk. The material was excellent, breathable and warm. They were indeed soft and comfortable to wear, and even slightly promoted the circulation of Soul Power.
But!
That color!
Every member of the Shrek Seven Monsters looked at the clothes on their bodies as though they had swallowed a fly whole.
And that was not all.
On every person's chest, vivid emerald-green thread had embroidered a pattern that nearly covered the entire front of the uniform—the snarling, claw-waving monster known as the Shrek logo. Emerald green paired with shit green was a visual disaster.
If that had been all, perhaps it could barely have been explained as an academy specialty, something uniquely distinctive.
But Flender's masterstroke was on the back.
On everyone's back, six huge characters had been embroidered in striking red thread:
Seeking title sponsorship advertisements.
Beneath that line was a smaller one:
For advertising fees, please consult Mr. Flender, Headmaster of Shrek Academy.