Cray Academy was the start of her rise to the top.  Emelia Worther had made sure to make the best of her time at the academy and had learned much while she attended.  Years of schooling had propelled her toward the top, putting her somewhere in an 'elite' status among the students.  If she did well enough, when she graduated there would be a good chance she could get into a strong team and then win tournament after tournament to become the grand champion.  She was already pretty close to that goal but there was still doubts in her mind about if things would go according to plan.  Of course any such doubts were tucked away under her haughty attitude.

"Ahh, I figured you wouldn't put up much of a fight.  I at least put you out of your misery quickly."  Emelia shrugged and gave a slight smile of superiority toward her crushed opponent.  Over the years she had made quite a few enemies and there were many who attempted to defeat and shame or, that or gain some prestige with a recorded win.  The fact was, few of these opportunistic students had the skill to defeat her so she rarely had to use her main deck.  She would quickly crush her opponents with a deck that did not even have any grade 3 units in it which would add insult to injury when she won.

The defeated student, a boy probably around 15, cursed and slammed a fist onto the practice table.  Emelia quickly put away her 'Genocide' deck, as she liked to call it, and put it away.  "If you get better maybe you can actually give me a workout, but until then I would prefer not getting bothered."  With a casual look, she ran a hand through her long hair, giving it a flip and then turned her back on the student.  "After all I don't want to be late for class due to putting someone in their place."  She did not bother to listen to whatever else the student had to say and exited the little side room.

Quickly she took out her smart phone to check the time.  "Phew, guess I'll just make it.  Seriously...they really need to stop trying."  She sighed and put away her phone to walk to class.  As she walked, people tended to avoid her, though their eyes told quite a bit.  Some admired her strength, most thought of her as stuck up and even a bit cruel, it was hard to not see the angry burning in many of their eyes.  The fact that her mere presence could stir up such strong feelings did fill her with a bit of pride she had to admit, but at the same time it also forced her to be on her guard which could be a bit draining.  Still at the moment things seemed to be going her way.