On a warm sunny, outside the court yard two men where sitting down on a blanket and was chatting with each other while doing something. The two identical swordsmen were polishing their swords.
"Yamamoto-san, what do you think the Final Battle will be like?" Asari asks as he inspects the blade he just polished.
Yamamoto stops polishing then looks up the sky, thinking about the answer to the question. "Mmmh." He smiles, "I don't know but that's what make it more exciting, doesn't it, Asari-san?"
Asari blinks in surprise, then smiles as well. " You are right, Yamamoto-san."
With that the two continues to polish their kanata and having a small chit-chat. Both being carefree and not worrying about the Finals.
Watching over them from the study room window was Murata and Wolfram. Murata sighed, just watching the two idiots polishing their katanas made him exhausted. Wolfram turns away from window, fuming in rage for the said two being too carefree and irresponsible.
"Yuri! Do something about the two idiots!"
"Shinbuya, the two will definitely will get hurt if you don't do something about their attitude."
Yuri nods, sniffling, feeling helpless for not really be able to anything about the two. Started to feel more frustrated he slouches on the desk. " I know, but we tried. We all tried to reason with them." Everyone winches, feeling guilty for making Yuri feel this way and it was truth to what Yuri said. Everyone's head had their head down. The tension thick and the atmosphere, gloomy. It was quickly broken by Gunter slamming the door open, surprising everyone in the room.
Yuri shoots up and falls out of his seat, surprised by the loud entrance. Conrad catches Yuri before he hits the floor.
Gunter, all sweaty and messy, staggers and pants in exhaustion as he enters the room. "Heika!" Wheeze. "We are." Pants. "We are in trouble." Breathes in. "The finals." Wheeze. "Magic." Pants. "Magic Battle!" With that Gunter faints from exhaustion.
Yuri knits his brows together confused, not understanding what Gunter tried to tell him. He looks around at the people around him. "Did anyone understand what Gunter trying to tell me?"
Gwendal clears his throat. "I heard him wheeze something about the Finals, possibly about the tournament finals."
Sara hums. "He also said Magic Battle." He chuckles. "Do you think the Final Round is a Magic Battle?"
Then everyone froze and shouted all together in surprise and panic. "Magic Battle?!??!!?"
Yuri panicking, waving his hands like a chicken. "Wa. Wa. What are.. Are we g- going to do?!?!!"
Murata tries to calm his best friend. "Calm down a little Shibuya!"
"B-but Magic?!? Senpai... Senpai and Asari-san is doomed!! They will get hurt and it will be my fault!!!" Yuri bursts in to tears from panic and dread.
Wolfram shouts, "Wait! I don't see the two idiots anywhere!!" Looking over the window searching for the two identical swordsmen.
Everyone rushes to the window too see if it was true or be able to spot them. As Wolfram said, the two Vongola swordsmen were gone. No trace of them were left.
Yuri shouts. "Where did they go?!?"
Sara answers. "Possibly at the colosseum."
Yuri turns to his fellow king friend. "Uh?"
Sara chuckles. "It's almost time for the final round to start. Most likely the two Vongola Swordsmen left to prepare."
Yuri curses out to the sky. "Kusooooooooooooooo!"