Michael Tremont looked upon the gates with a smirk. Last year he achieved above Rank 1000, which was optimal for his age. However, there wasn't a lot of time left at this school. Reaching Rank One was imperative this year. He took out a notebook and pen in his pocket and began writing in it. 

[i]"Day One, hour before school. I have arrived at the school gate and analysing new students. None have shown off their noble arm yet. Need more data."[/i] He began to write. It wasn't long until a crowd at the doors was gathering, which most likely symbolised a fight. That was where his first piece of data is. Michael crossed out his last sentence as he walked up to the crowd and found a good angle. After that, he began writing again.

[i][s]Need more data.[/s] First fight of the year found. Participants:

One girl, small frame, two flintlock pistols

One boy, large frame, battle axe

Is gender or size related to a Master's noble arm? Need more data.[/i]

Michael didn't decide to write about the person who was trying to stop the fight, not until he decided to use his own noble arm. Michael stood quietly, switching from watching the scene, looking down and writing.