Contest Hall, shortly before Redwood's Speech
Arthur quickly found a seat in the Contest Hall and actually managed to be one of the first to sit down and wait for the show to begin. Maybe today isn't all bad... he thought to himself. The people spilling into the contest hall were certainly loud as they chatted with others in the crowd, but it was still nothing compared to the terrifying ruckus that he had experienced earlier. Haunting, clamoring sounds echoed in his skull, threatning to drive him mad at the mere memory of them and the feats that they had accompanied them.
"Now now, it's only the first day. No need to go insane yet..." Arthur muttered to himself with a smile, only to look to his right and realize a passing student had overheard him and was starting at him, somewhat confused. Startled, Arthur stumbled to justify his muttering. "Um... uh.... That was just me reciting a line from my favorite book. Reminds me of home, ya know?" The other student snickered and said something under her breath that had something to do with "newbies" as she walked away.
Relieved at the crisis averted, Arthur decided to shift his focus to the Contest Hall to get his mind off of the spectral events he had experienced earlier. He looked around at the massive room, gazing at the seemingly massive room with a blend of awe and nervousness. The stage seemed to call to Arthur, although he knew this would be a terrible time to try to preform for multiple reason. For one, it was about to be time for the good Professor to give his introductory speech. For another, both he and Monica were exausted from the stress of the the first day and all the unexpected terrors it brought. "Another day, Arthur. Another day." Still, he was tempted to do something to improve how others were seeing him so far. Only a couple hours in and already he was wishing he could try to restart from the top. But deep down, Arthur knew that it would probably be futile and he would likely end up screwing up again, although in new and different ways this time. Furthermore, he would only get one shot to succeed on the stage in a Contest, too. If he screwed up, he couldn't just say "Wait I'm tired, can I try again?" It was either you reach the goal or you are the one being trampled over by those who are.
Just think of it as a little "life experience," Artie.
And with that, it seemed all the other students and staff had settled into their positions and the festivites were about to being. A man in a labcoat with black hair, who Arthur assumed was the esteemed Professor Redwood, began to speak on stage.
"Welcome to Ymora Academy! I know all of you new students wish to explore the grounds, but I'm afraid I need to take some of your time for some important information. I really need to explain how our Battle Point System works..."
Arthur intently listened and tried his best to hold onto all the information coming to him. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. He could get a Dragon type? I thought those were reserved for the most skilled... Why the hell would he offer them to new students? Still, Arthur assumed that a man as renowned as Prof. Redwood would know what he was doing, so he resolved to keep listening until the very end.
"Are there any questions related to the Battle Point System?"
Apart from the gentle murmuring of some students talking to those beside them, no one answered. Arthur quietly powered up his Pokédex and registered both Monica and himself. The silence continued to grow uncomfortably longer as the Professor politely waited in case anyone was simply nervous until eventually one boy apparently decided he could no longer take it.
"I have a question, sir, what's the next part of the speech?" It seemed the boy spoke the minds of all his fellow students, as the silence was then popped like a bubble and Arthur couldn't help but chuckle lightly to himself. Thank goodness someone said it.