The murmurs began immediately.
"How is that even possible?"
"The restrictions were supposed to..."
But all murmurs died when Julius raised one hand.
The gesture was minimal... Just a simple movement that somehow commanded absolute attention from hundreds of students.
"All materials were verified by experts," the director announced, his voice cutting through the noise. "There were no irregularities in the evaluation process."
The statement was clear. The results were legitimate and any suggestions otherwise would be dealt with harshly.
Selphira smiled from her position beside Julius, clearly enjoying the discomfort of nobles whoâd bet against Ren.
Sheâd known... Of course sheâd known.
She had the satisfaction of someone whose protĂŠgĂŠ had just validated every investment sheâd made in him.
The nobles whoâd schemed to handicap Ren were learning an expensive lesson about underestimating people.
On the other hand, the allies...
Liora had thought about following Ren during the exam. The idea had been tempting for all of them, even Taro and Larissa had considered it.
Copy his route. Learn from his methods. Ride his coattails to success.
But they knew him too well.
They knew that trying to copy him in a competition where they were technically opposed and where he wouldnât explain anything he was doing was simply a terrible idea.
Ren helped almost anyone. Would spend hours teaching if you asked outside competitive contexts. Would share knowledge freely when it didnât compromise his own goals.
But if you were competing against him? You solved your own problems.
That was the unspoken rule. Competition meant you stood on your own merits or you fell on your own failures. No hand-holding there.
It was better to act without interfering with each other mutually.
And again theyâd obtained good places. This time closer in score to Luna than before. That was progress in their relative level. Real and honest progress they could be proud of having earned through their own merit.
Theyâd improved. Genuinely.
But looking at Ren...
Ren who was much higher. This time even more than previously.
They couldnât help feeling the gap kept growing despite their improvements.
It was frustrating in ways that were hard to articulate. Like running as fast as you could only to watch someone else pull further ahead without seeming to try harder. Like climbing a mountain only to realize the summit kept receding with each step forward.
"Furthermore," Julius continued, his voice carrying satisfaction that suggested heâd been waiting to deliver this particular announcement, "Iâm pleased to announce that student Patinder generously shared his route and knowledge not only with his team companions, but for everyone in a program that will be integrated into other gathering curricula at the academies."
The statement landed like a bombshell.
Shared his methods? The techniques that had let him achieve seventy million in restricted conditions? The knowledge that would represent months or years of accumulated expertise?
Just... gave it away?
Klein, watching from his position among the crowd, felt gazes turn toward him.
But it was too late. Heâd already been paid for Renâs method, the same one both had known Ren decided to reveal to everyone.
The money was spent. The knowledge was public. And Klein found he didnât regret it even slightly.
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The celebration should have been joyful.
Students whoâd improved their rankings were feasting, sharing food and drinks theyâd bought with their new earnings.
Music sounded from various windows. Laughter and victory shouts filled the spaces between buildings. The academy felt alive in ways it rarely did.
Klein found Ren in one of the back gardens, away from the noise.
He was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the stars with a distant expression. Not sad, not troubled. Just... contemplative.
"Arenât you going to celebrate?" Klein asked, sitting beside him.
"Already celebrated for a while. Bought everyone a round of decent food at the Gold-rank dining hall." Ren responded without looking away from the sky. "But I needed a moment to think."
"Think about what?"
"About whatâs coming." Ren finally looked at him. "About how weâre going to make this work."
Klein didnât need to ask what he was referring to.
Since their conversation one day ago, he knew Ren had been processing, planning, calculating every possible angle. Turning the Luna situation over in his mind from every direction.
"Still have doubts?"
"Some," Ren admitted with the honesty that Klein was learning to appreciate. No bravado or false confidence... Just genuine assessment of uncertainty. "Iâm mainly worried about how sheâs going to react tomorrow."
"She wonât run..."
"Youâre right about that." Ren smiled slightly, the expression carrying both fondness and concern. "But yes, maybe that worries me more..."
He looked toward the building where the girlsâ dormitories were located. Where Luna was probably in her room right now, carrying her own burden of worries, making her own calculations about impossible choices and desperate negotiations.
"Iâm going to help her," Ren said quietly but with absolute conviction. The kind of certainty that suggested this wasnât up for debate or reconsideration. "One way or another. Even if I have to change the entire noble system to do it."
The declaration should have sounded absurd. Arrogant... The kind of grandiose statement teenagers made without understanding the weight of what they promised.
But from Ren, sitting in the garden with starlight reflecting in those determined jade eyes, it sounded like a statement of fact.
Klein smiled. "I think you could actually do it."
"Change the system?"
"Yes." Klein stood up, stretching muscles that had tensed during the dayâs excitement. "If thereâs anyone stubborn enough, capable enough, and crazy enough to try it... itâs you."
Ren laughed, the sound genuine but brief.
"I suppose I can try... if it works, weâll see one day."
They stayed in comfortable silence for a moment, listening to distant celebration, each lost in their own thoughts about what would come.
Finally, Klein broke the silence.
"We should rest. Tomorrow they announce the next tests."
"Right." Ren started walking back toward the dormitories, his pace casual despite the weight he carried. "Itâll be interesting to see their faces."
Klein smiled to himself while following Ren.
If they knew how interesting it would really be...
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The announcement board the following day was surrounded by an even larger crowd than the previous dayâs.
The next tests always generated excitement, but this time there was something different in the air. Anticipation mixed with curiosity and, for some, notable apprehension.
Ren and Klein made their way through the crowd, finally reaching the front where they could read the announcements clearly.
The board was new, the ink still smelled faintly.
FINAL EVALUATIONS - FIFTH YEAR
NOBLE PROTOCOL COMPETITION
Date: In one day. Solo competition
FORMAL NOBLE DANCE COMPETITION
Date: In one week. Partners assigned by the academy for all fifth-year students
Ren read the list...
The protocol was the usual theater. Arguments and counter-arguments. Demonstrating you understood noble games well enough to play them without revealing you thought they were mostly theatrical nonsense.
Heâd manage. Had been learning all from Larissa long enough to navigate that particular minefield.
But the dance...
"Partners assigned by the academy," Klein read aloud, a smile beginning to form on his lips.
There was something in his tone...
Amusement and anticipation... Like he wanted confirmation before fully committing to the reaction.
Further down on the board, another sheet was posted. This one with a title in larger letters that made it impossible to miss:
PARTNER ASSIGNMENTS - CENTRAL ACADEMY DANCERS
The list was long. Names on the left were ordered alphabetically. Ren started scanning, looking for...
And he stopped.
Ren Patinder - Luna Starweaver