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[indent][indent]Phantasm stood stoically, a bit off to the side of the others. There was no real reason why, besides it was just his own personal circumstance. He hardly took note of it but it was something he often did. As he stood, looking through the UI of his mask; a clear albeit blue-tinted screen, Phantasm was beginning to feel nerves. Outwardly, he gripped the side his hand was casually placed on a bit tighter than usual. 

It was good his mask was hiding his features. 

[color=silver][i]'Control yourself... I can't tell if I'm excited or... scared.'[/i][/color]

He glanced at the others, remembering the slight prod that Lou Fu had shot him at the classroom. Soon he'd know the heartbreaking truth, that as much as the others had failed; he had threw his match at the festival. He hadn't given the boy a response back then cause his actions would speak louder.

Phantasm tilted his head a bit and answered brusquely, [color=silver][b]"No sir!"[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]