Nymira scanned the students. "Who wants to go against Jinhyu?"
Nayoung's hand shot up. "Me! Me!" But before Nymira could say anything, Nathan had already stepped forward, walking calmly to the middle of the field.
Nayoung's jaw dropped. "Nathan! So mean!" she pouted, lowering her hand with a grumble.
Jinhyu scratched the back of his head as he stepped forward too. "Seriously… him?" he muttered.
But he still got into position, his face turning serious. Nymira raised her hand. "Begin." Before her hand even dropped fully, a small fireball lit up in Jinhyu's palm.
He didn't chant, didn't speak—he just sent it flying.
Boom!
Nathan didn't move much. His eyes followed the fireball, and just as it neared him—he sidestepped smoothly, his coat fluttering slightly from the heat.
Jinhyu heistating. "Alright." He raised both hands.
