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"The tale continues on (Like flames ablaze) Glory passed through generations (Forever burning) Courage ignites the sky and earth. Once more, victory heralds Natlan's path."
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Savanaclaw Dorm - Spelldrive Stadium
"Hey, Headmage!" Grim shouted from across the courtyard. "We caught your guy! You know what that means...Time to cough up the reward you promised!" he added with a smug grin.
Crowley paled instantly.
"What? Ohhh...I did promise you that, didn't I?" he said with a nervous chuckle, glancing around as if hoping to disappear. Y/n raised a brow, sensing the incoming chaos as Crowley dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. "But it's far too late. The tournament brackets have already been announced. What to do...?" he added hastily, eyes darting about like a cornered animal.
"WHAAAAAAAT?!" Grim shrieked, fur puffing up. "You wretched, backstabbin' swindler!" He lunged forward, claws flailing—only for Noé to catch him mid-air by the scruff like a feral kitten.
"I am gonna make it rain fire, you liar! MYAAAAAAAH!" Grim screeched, flailing as Noé held him at arm's length with a deadpan expression.
"Please stop yelling," Noé sighed. "You're giving me a headache."
Vanitas leaned lazily against him, arms crossed as he smirked at the chaos. "And I thought our world had its share of lunacy. This place might actually outdo it."
Isfrid stood nearby, looming with quiet intensity, arms locked tightly around Y/n. Her soft exhale fogged slightly in the chilled air, eyes fluttering shut as she nestled closer into his chest. He adjusted his grip with possessive ease, as if daring the wind itself to try and take her.
"She needs rest," he muttered lowly, mostly to himself. "And this idiocy is doing the opposite."
Crowley, meanwhile, was practically spiraling. "Stop, please! Retrain yourself for a moment! I will...come up with something. Uh..." he gasped. "Ah! I've got it! What would you say to playing in a special exhibition match? If it were held before the tournament itself, it wouldn't interfere with anything. And the eyes of the world would be squarely on you!" He looked desperately at Grim as if he'd just solved world hunger.
"On me?!" Grim gasped, the rage vanishing instantly like a switch had flipped. His tail wagged. Isfrid raised an eyebrow, incredulous. Y/n's eyes barely cracked open, blinking at the sudden shift.
"B-but of course." Crowley said quickly, voice pitched far too high.
"Seriously?" Vanitas scoffed. He had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. "This is the most absurd bribery tactic I've ever witnessed—and I've bribed Noé with food before."
Noé gave him a withering side-eye. "And you failed."
"That's beside the point."
"Well, so long as I'm the center of attention, I guess that will do." Grim said proudly, smoothing down his fur. "That'll be great! After the scouts see me kickin' tail on TV, they'll be swarmin' all over me!"
"But Spelldrive teams need seven players..." Y/n added softly, sitting up just enough to glance at Crowley. "How do you plan to fill out our team?"
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