The Forger

The announcement had come.
Firrerreo stared at his datapad with a practically apathetic expression, idly scrolling through the various pairings. The Academy had chosen their opponents, made the brackets, and now they were to fight, right? There was nothing specific on those instructions, just the name and the fact they had to win. Maybe that was the challenge itself. Find their target and win, before they were found in turn. He finally paused his scrolling as he caught sight of his opponent.
He grinned.
The rude girl who doubled back on it from before. Renora Zambrano. He bit back a laugh as he looked to the owl-like familiar on his shoulder. "Shall we head them off, then?" There was no timing. No countdown. No delay. The boy clicked off the datpad as he hopped to his feet, tucking it in his robe as he stepped out of his room. His hand reached up, plucking from the Familiar a fruit to munch on. No point in fighting on an empty stomach, right?
"Ready or not, then."
Renora zambrano