Arcana.
A great Sword Dragon who, despite being a dragon, became obsessed with the sword, polished his skills, and in the end, created the system of Aura Blessing. The Aura Blessing he developed was passed down from master to disciple, and then to their disciples. And that became the foundation for all swordsmen who handle aura today.
A tournament created to honor him.
"That is this very Sword Dragon Festival, Arcana!"
At the King of Magellan's speech, cheers erupted from the mouths of the audience that filled the colosseum. They were terribly excited by the fact that this glorious tournament was unfolding before their very eyes. Before them stood the representatives of each nation, lined up in an orderly fashion in the colosseum.
"The atmosphere is..."
"Ahem... Don't be intimidated."
"Senior, your leg is shaking."
"Hmph..."
In that solemn, crushing atmosphere, the representatives of the Atronia Kingdom were already overwhelmed. Well, all except for one person.
"Haaam. He talks too damn much."
"Hey, hey, hey! You bastard."
"Watch your mouth. I said watch your mouth."
"Just shut up!"
At Patrick's single comment, the other seniors freaked out and tried to stop him. Even Professor Leit, who was at the very front leading them, flinched.