Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark and the others are back in the waiting room.

Next up is the torque team game.

Torque, what's the order?

Almark speaks to the torque.

"I've made up my mind."

Torque answered indifferently.

Of the five competitors, the female athlete is fixed to play the third game.

Inevitably, Wendy is number three.

The order of the remaining four male athletes is left to the students' discretion.

All five games will be played, but in any case, the team that won three games first will win. In order to win, it is still important.

"Ain wants to stand out, so he comes out first. He's the strongest in a pair. That's why I'm the first to leave."

Torque says.

Unexpectedly, Almark clasped his mouth.

"Well, Ain was at the head of the class, right? You told me you were going to play three games earlier."

That son of a bitch did that again.

Torque distorts face and throws up.

"It's always a lie, he is. I don't even know if what I told you is true."

Really?

Almark was surprised.

"Torque was said to have won a long time ago."

"I've never lost to him."

Torque shakes the neck.

"I only had the same class as him when I was a year old. I don't play games properly."

"But it seemed strong."

"You're not weak, are you?"

Torque answers.

"But not like Wallis or you. Now I can win without a problem."

"I see....."

I'm becoming increasingly confused about a student called Ain.

But now, don't interrupt the torques before the match.

"Okay. Whether Ain comes out or not, you're the best, torque."

That's what I'm talking about.

The torque nodded and continued as if she had regained her mind.

The second one is Galaine.

Garaine nods.

"Garaine gets tired of waiting too long. Ask him to come out while he is well. Please."

Ah.

Garaine slaps herself in the chest.

Leave it to me.

The torque nodded low and continued.

"The third one is Wendy. Please, Wendy. Your victory is in the calculation."

Yeah, I got it.

Wendy replies with a smile.

As always, I'm not nervous.

Wendy shook her head at the words of the torque and said, "That's not true."

"My opponent must be Emelia or Darya. If you don't do it seriously, you'll lose."

"Well, honestly, I'm not worried about Wendy either. As usual, please. And if you can win three victories so far, there's nothing to say."

Torque looks at the remaining Deg and Pillman.

"If someone drops it, it'll come after you. The fourth is Pillman, and the last is Deg."

The torque strikes each of the two shoulders.

"Please."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

The two nodded.

All right, let's go.

The torque leads out of the room.

Almark and the others don't look back anymore.

Behind it followed by Garaine, Wendy, Pillman and Deg.

"Good luck."

Almark speaks up.

Wendy made a fist and showed it to Almark.

Soon after the torques left, I heard a big applause from the side of the game.

Almark and the rest of the players also took a break from each other and headed to the game.

Entering the backup seats set aside for the athletes, there were already five members of each team lined up opposite each other in the center of the field, and the audience applauded it.

"I'm in front of the torque... not Ain."

Nelson nods at Almark's words.

"It's true. Ain's guy hasn't come out yet."

Nelson is right, none of the five people in line are Ain.

Apparently, it was really like I told Al Marc to go through three rounds.

Is the torque against Fiquet?

Nelson looks at the boy standing in front of the torque and looks down.

"Well, he's a pain in the ass."

"Yes, it is."

"It's very difficult, that guy."

While talking about it, the other players fell back and only the torque and its opponent, Fiquet, remained in the field.

Fiquet does not break torque on his back, but his limbs are as thin as a girl's.

Eyes like thin lines like limbs hang at the corner of your eyes as if you were always laughing.

"Torque!!"

From the front row of the audience seat, the voices of Norish were heard.

"They were there?"

Nelson murmured.

"Oh, here we go."

Bowen, who served as referee, approached the two at a slow pace.

After some verbal attention, when Bowen raises his hand lightly, the name Torque and Fiquet is introduced to the audience with the voice of a woman.

As they lowered their heads to match the introduction, applause and cheer came from the audience seat.

Bowen orders the two of us to hold the sword again.

They lifted up their swords and aligned their swords.

As if that were the signal, the audience seat would be quiet at once.

"Getting Started!!"

Bowen's voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena.