You Lost Height, Didn't You?

[24 hours earlier]

“Ahem. We're with the Tournament's Managing Staff. All of the participants would have to go and spend the next day in isolated rooms in the colosseum while we announce the match-ups. To make the first match-ups balanced and well sought out, we are going to match up people by the level of their combat prowess.”

Right at the doorstep of the most poorly maintained agency building of the Red Trackers, there would be a dead-ish face man wearing a certain blue military-style uniform that arrived.

“Err... I see. I'll inform the others.”

Sabrine had accommodated them after they rang the service bell at the abandoned lobby on the first floor.

She was unsure if they were for real or not at first, but seeing as they had ID cards outlined in black, a higher authority than them they were as red, she would quickly go back and inform the others.

The rule about being isolated on the day of the match-up announcement had been going on since the second event of the Mixed Magic Arts
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