Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

He could guess when he'd be able to do such a thing.

William started to speak with the two leaders of the two teams. The two were already focusing too much on the ongoing battle, and just exchanged a few words with him.

The two were gold grade male spirit masters. William started to notice that the leaders of the bronze teams in the competition were gold grade spirit masters, and that was the case of the good teams only.

The normal and common teams, be it the calibre of red falcons or Garlend's teams, or the teams the red falcon faced, or others William watched so far, didn't get any leaders at all.

That told William how special these teams were. They were like informal teams of the big names in the spirit master world around the academy.

Unlike what William expected, the two dudes were quite easy to talk to. If not only for the fight was still going on between the two teams, but he also suspected these two dudes would have invited him to a drink or something.

William got their names, or what they just told him about, and got to establish a way to communicate with them.

The standard method was to use something like a paper, with one's name and spirit power written and infused into it. Using this paper, any spirit master having it could send a short message out to the owner of this paper.

But this sort of paper required a special group of symbols to be written on it. These symbols were behind the magic happening through using such communication.

The only drawback was that if the owner of this paper was far away from the one holding it, then the magic wouldn't happen.

This paper was known in this world as the Message Paper, known in the outside world as the Bullet!

William received two empty papers from the two leaders, wrote his name there and infused his spirit power inside. He also received one message paper from each, on the promise to meet up later.

William just introduced himself as a big fan of the two teams, a general fan and supporter to any good team in the competition. At first, the two leaders didn't speak that much to him, and just wanted him to finish what he wanted to say and move away.

But when William showed his sympathy towards the fate the two teams had, speaking about how unjust this situation was, the two leaders started to grow interested in William.

They saw him as a fan to their teams, and dealing with such fans was something they wouldn't say no to.

After William spent a few minutes here, the battle ended. One team managed to use a tiny mistake from the other team and seized victory at the end.

Once the fight ended, William kept his trip after saying his goodbyes to the two teams' leaders. The two team members looked in a weird way towards William, not knowing who this dude was.

The next round didn't give any good result. The rest of the teams fighting here weren't as good as the two he just saw.

"Tsk! I should reserve a spot at the audience seats next time," William felt how silly it was to roam around, inspect each battleground, before jumping to another.

Each stop would take at least half a minute, and getting from one battleground to another took another half up to one minute.

If he got just a full tour around the twenty-three battlegrounds, then he'd end up wasting half an hour or more. During which, how many battles would have ended? How many teams did he miss to watch?

"Tsk! Next time I'll attend and watch from the audience seats," William turned his eyes towards the grand gathering of seats at the edge of this vast place, while walking towards the sixteenth battleground.

"You did come!" Dorf seemed to believe that William would take his past words as an excuse to miss attending the upcoming battles.

William wanted to tell this dude that if he had the choice, he'd leave this arena and go towards the audience seats and watch the battles from there.

But it was too late for him to do such a thing. The entire audience seats were all preoccupied with spirit masters watching the fights here.

"I can't let the team down," if he ended up sticking with them, William decided to add a faint touch of loyalty to his deeds, "what's up with our next opponent?"

"It's just a normal team," Lucas shrugged, "the next team is also like the previous ones. Our sole hurdle will be in the fifth round."

William felt the general atmosphere slightly shift towards nervousness again. It seemed the closer they got to face Garlend and his team, the more nervous the team would be.

William inwardly sighed. He thought their mood would keep shifting for the better with each win they secured. But things proved him wrong.

After crushing the third round team, which was a mediocre team even compared to the red falcon, giving William weird thoughts about how such a team made it to this stage and one of the two good teams he witnessed before didn't, the team went back, and William continued his search for good talents.

This time he got lucky. He found out five of the ongoing battles during the one hour break who had interesting teams.

In the end, he got to befriend three out of five good teams he found. Not all of the leaders were this friendly like the earlier three he met before.

In addition to that, the same unlucky situation of good teams meeting each other got repeated in one battleground, making him inwardly sigh.

"It's like what Lucas said, what a misfortune," William didn't know how come the good teams ended up meeting each other in such early stages.

This was the third round,

"But... I didn't meet any of the top three yet, nor Garlend's or Ro's teams," William felt that the more the competition would advance forward, the better and familiar teams he'd watch.