By now, the crowd around the library had grown significantly larger. A friend told a friend, who told another, that a genius five-year-old kid was beating up the mages at Reborn chess.
The word spread fast. Soon, they came to the Magic Tower, flooding the second floor with spectators who were eager just for a chance to witness one of the games.
"Woah, who's that old dude?"
"He looks weak. Why are the other mages letting him be the next one in line?"
From what they could tell, the old man had just arrived and didn't even participate in the previous chess tournament. There were still plenty of other mages who hadn't gotten their chance.
Strangely enough, the competitive mages meekly stepped aside and let the old man approach the table. Silence was their only response.
No one objected. No one questioned it.
While most of the onlookers wondered what the old man's real identity was, one of the more knowledgeable citizens suddenly froze. His eyes widened in recognition.
