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He definitely knew that he couldn't see what was going on, but he could definitely hear what was happening. Some people were fighting, well sparring to be more specific. Despite how blurry the figures in the arena were, Viridis could tell how skilled these people were; they were far more skilled compared to him, and probably always will be since they all would be training at New Beacon to counter the break of the Calm. In all honesty, he was just blessed to be standing where he was now, although his face was hard and lowered, pastel green locks leaning forward in the process. Could he really be useful to the people that have saved him? Yeah, Viridis doesn't have any formal training, nor can he run away from a fight if/when he finds himself in one, so wouldn't that make him a hindrance more than anything else?

Before Viridis could think himself into yet another spiral of depression, the sound of arguing and clashes had him look up with arched eyebrows. Were people actually fighting each other? Was someone hurt? Unable to tell from where he was now, within a small crowd of other people, the short boy slowly but surely maneuvered his way around all of the people. Unfortunately, by the time he managed to find his way around all of the mess laid out before him, Viridis was startled by the Headmaster's voice reverberating in his ears. Clutching his long white tunic now, the boy listened carefully to what was expected of him.

Hearing the Headmaster talk about how terrible it was getting to this place and for everyone to see each other as equals put Viridis in an even more anxious and depressed state. Making it here practically half dead, and having these experienced people treat him as equal? He could never think that, even if the Headmaster said so.

However, when the Headmaster stated he was in need of a scouting team, Viridis perked up, despite his face not showing it. Scouting? That was something he could do. And even if he couldn't hold so much as a candle to these other people, perhaps he can prove where he shines most? Shaking his head to get rid of his nerves, Viridis squinted as he focused on the Headmaster's cobalt blue hair. He could already hear other people chiming in that they would like to join, so once he managed to walk a bit closer to the small group forming around the Headmaster, the long haired teen brought his hand up slowly.
[color=#9EE054][b]"U-Um...I would like to go as well. If that's alright with everyone else."[/b][/color] He spoke up, his gaze now locked on the ground.