Chapter 135 Balls
The silence in the hall was palpable. Everyone looked at Atticus in sheer shock and disbelief.
This 10 year old's confidence was out of this world!
What did they just see!
Everyone in the hall was astonished by what they had just witnessed. The audacity of this 10 year old child to address a Edward, in front of so many powerful presence, with such authority was met with open mouths and raised eyebrows.
And he did it to a Grandmaster rank individual no less! Asking him to kneel?! The balls of this 10 year old was larger than a skyscraper!
Atticus's message was clear to everyone watching in the hall; even if his actions were wrong, who was Edward to question them?
So much confidence! It was hard to believe that someone so young could do this.
Atticus's actions brought out different reactions from the people watching in the hall.
Sirius couldn't help but flash a wide grin, his pearly white teeth on full display. "This boy," he mumbled with an amused chuckle.
Nathan gazed at Atticus's figure in slight shock. He had thought Sirius was being too generous with his praises earlier, but witnessing Atticus in action in person, he wasn't so sure anymore.
While Lyanna's lips curled up in to a smirk. She hadn't met Atticus yet because of her busy schedule, that was to be expected. But from what she had witnessed, 'I like him,' she thought, completely impressed by Atticus's actions.
Lyanna had always liked people with the same mindset as her. Even from a young age, she had always been ruthless when dealing with those she considered enemies. Their reasons didn't matter to her. Ans from Atticus's actions, it was easy to tell that he had the same mindset.
In contrast, Avalon struggled to contain his emotions. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he fought back the urge to cry in front of the entire assembly.
If not for where they currently were, he would have leaped down from his throne, embraced Atticus, and let his tears flow freely. He was just so proud of his little boy!
His reaction, his calm unflinching demeanor, his speech, it was just too perfect! His boy was a king in the making!
'I'll give him a gift after this,' Avalon thought as he subtly wiped away a tear that was about to fall from his eyes, making sure no one in the hall caught him.
Anastasia though, was completely taken aback by the unfolding event. She had always seen Atticus as her baby boy, and it was to be expected as he was still a 10 year old child.
Even though Atticus's demeanor and behavior growing up were a far cry from how a typical 10 year old would act, Anastasia still saw him as her baby.
She had proudly taken on the role of an overprotective mother. But what kind of overprotective mother doesn't know everything about their child?
Everything that Atticus displayed now was completely shocking. This was the first time she had seen this side of him, and it was nothing short of astonishing. Her face couldn't help but contort into a slight frown.
Edward, on the other hand, found himself engulfed in an intense flush of embarrassment. He, a grandmaster rank individual was spoken to like that by a child? It was a heavy blow to his pride!
His countenance shifted from its usual composure to a furious shade of red. Anger simmered within him, threatening to spill forth.
Just as he was about to respond to Atticus,
"Enough," Magnus's authoritative voice resonated throughout the hall, cutting through the tension like a sharp blade.
The hall once again fell into a hushed silence as every person present swiftly ceased their discussions and chattering.
Edward turned toward the direction of the thrones and bowed as a sign of respect, though the clenching of his hands and the smoldering anger on his face remained apparent.
A sudden shift in the atmosphere took place as Magnus turned his penetrating gaze toward the area where the trainees were seated. Focusing his gaze on a particular chubby trainee, he said, "You."
Immediately, all eyes in the hall turned toward the direction that Magnus was looking at.
In that moment, Chubby's heart seemed to stop as anxiety gripped him. 'What the hell is happening!' he thought frantically.
Just the combined attention of all these powerful individuals was enough to make him tremble, but adding Magnus's gaze to the mix was like an icy shock to his entire being. The pressure was so overwhelming that he couldn't even manage to shiver!
Chubby was not dumb; he knew why he was being called, even though Magnus had not said anything yet. It was obvious given the circumstances.
But the only question he kept asking himself in his mind was, 'Why me?' There were lots of trainees in the hall, so why did he have to be the one called?
Was it because of his weight? 'That would be body shaming!' He thought with a wry hint of humor.
For as long as he could remember, Chubby had always tried to blend into the background, making himself as inconspicuous as possible to avoid drawing attention.
But no matter how he thought about this, he just couldn't wrap his head around why Magnus chose him out of everyone here.
In response to Magnus's call, Chubby promptly rose from his seat and dropped on one knee, bowing before Magnus formiddable presence, trying his best to stop is body from trembling.
He answered, "Y-yes, Master Magnus," his voice quivering. He tried hard not to stammer, but it failed miserably. Not every 10 year old had big balls like Atticus.
"Explain what happened," Magnus commanded, his voice demanding compliance.
Just as Chubby was about to explain everything that transpired, a sudden, intense gaze from his side caused him to shift his focus.
He followed the gaze and saw William, who was glaring at him intently, a palpable tension filling the air.
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