Wendy slowly went up to the game.
The torque slapped the back garaine's shoulders with enough strength to reach the support seat, and the three of them smiled face to face with the slapped garaine and Deg watching it.
The laughter reached the support seat.
Garaine, you don't seem so depressed.
Nelson muttered reassuringly.
"Ah, those three have air that only they know. The team doesn't seem to have a bad vibe either. It's okay, it's Wendy next."
Almark said.
Looking back at the game, Wendy's side was well seen from the support seat.
A tight expression that Wendy doesn't normally see.
... you look like a warrior.
Almark thought.
I've never seen such a beautiful warrior.
Unexpectedly, you can see it on the side.
"Wendy, you're so focused."
In Morgen's words, Almark nodded without turning a blind eye to Wendy.
"Yeah, I'm concentrating.... your side is so beautiful."
"You don't have to be ashamed to say that."
Nelson looks stunned, but he doesn't know what's wrong with Almark.
"Why? Because it's so beautiful. I just want to see it all the time if I'm allowed to."
"Yes, yes. All right, do whatever you want. That said, you can't take it easy forever."
Nelson said.
"Because it's that emeria."
"Emelia"
Almark repeats the name.
Wendy's opponent, Emelia.
As slowly as Wendy came up to the game, the girl glanced at Wendy with her short-cut hair and winning eyes.
This was not only an expression, but also a woman warrior appearance from all over her body.
"She seems to be as good as ever. Scary."
Morgan sees Emelia and hides his voice. Almark looked back unexpectedly because he had a real feeling of the words.
"Morgan, is there anything scary about her?
"Well, a little...."
Morgan looked at the distance with his vain eyes.
It's not just Morgan.
Reido says.
"When I was a year old, most boys in the same class as Emelia were sneaking up on her."
"Are you sneaking around?
"I wonder if it's a man win. Strong and quick to fight. I've heard stories a year ago that I'm proud to have never lost a fight with a boy."
Hee.
Almark rounded his eyes.
It was in the first year when everyone wasn't used to this college life.
Apart from public positions such as class councillors, who will be the substantive leader of the class?
The Hierarchy in the class is.
Until that was decided, there were frequent skirmishes among men who were not yet close.
Born and raised in different environments, it's like a group of children.
Each "normal" and "normal" collided, causing a lot of friction.
There were many fights that accompanied it.
It was also common for noble children to treat civilians below.
School teachers seldom dare to talk about these problems, which happen every year.
Colleges believe in equal education regardless of status, but that does not mean that everyone is friendly and equal across the line.
Students enrolled are given education on an equal footing, regardless of their status, and are given various opportunities on an equal footing, never contributing to identity disparities.
But on the contrary, that's all the Academy has to do.
The College will not follow any further.
Of course, that alone can be said to be an unparalleled equality of disregard in the world.
For teachers, these kinds of rubbing matters at the beginning of their enrollment include how children who have been selected after a rigorous examination will fold into their new environment, how they will rub each other's common sense, who will appear in the headlines, and so on. First of all, we will take a look at their arrangement.
If the children of the nobles grow up in order, it is also good, and the children of the civilians push out the children of the nobles and stretch them out.
Among them, Emelia is a rare type of girl who has been able to move forward from herself and fight men, using her masculine body to silence men with her strength and become afraid.
A civilian, she pushed her power forward against the noble boy without hesitation.
A man who is caught up in a fight won't be proud of a woman, and on the contrary, if he loses, he will be forced into a tasteless match of great shame.
Not to mention that it is quite likely that she will actually lose given her stretch. As I said, I began to shy away from taking matters up with her.
"Don't disobey Emelia."
It didn't take long for the phrase to penetrate the class.
That's how she got caught up in everyone by herself.
"Do I complain about something? Because I was stared at. I was scared."
Morgan shakes his body as if she was so impressed just now.
"He doesn't seem to care anymore. He's not fighting anymore."
Reido says.
"I'm sure I'm confident in my health, and martial arts are pretty strong after all. Even with boys, they seem to win normally."
"Yes, it is."
Almark saw the two of them in the game.
"Sure, Emelia seems to be very strong."
So frank.
"The height and reach are higher than Wendy, and I can see that I am well trained when I look at my body and body shape. And unlike the last two....."
Almark looked at the support seats on the side of the group.
Ain is in the middle of a group of students, bracing and laughing slightly.
"Ain didn't give her any instructions. I think that proves what she can do."
After that, he looks back at Raidow with a smile.
"But Wendy will win."
Well, if that's what Almark says.
Reido nods softly.
"I would believe that, too."
"What is that?"
Nelson looked stunned again.
"You guys, at least say something that makes it sound like Wendy can win."
Nevertheless, Almark turned to the game.
"Here we go."
The center of the game.
Emelia saw the face of a noble lady standing in front of her with a cold glowing look.
"Wendy Bar Herb"
Emelia said.
I've always wanted to fight you.
Wendy slightly curled her neck when she heard that.
The technique distorted Emelia's face in an unpleasant manner.
"I hate you. If I look at your technique like that, the acid will run."
"Emelia, who are you..."
Wendy tended to hesitate.
"I've never been in the same class, and I've barely talked about it. I wonder if there was anything so hateful about it."
People hate people.
Emelia put her word on Wendy's.
"If you think you need a clear cause, Wendy Burkhardt."
Emelia spoke Wendy's name again with her cold eyes.
"It's just proof that you're ignorant."
"That's right...."
Wendy lay her eyes down.
"You're a noble lady, you don't have to do anything to lift yourself up."
Emelia said much sooner as she saw the referee Bowen approaching.
"I'm not. I have been recognized by my own strength. It's not the power of home or blood, just the power of your own."
To Wendy, who remained silent, Emelia finally told her with an unbelievable laugh.
"I'll show you the difference clearly in front of everyone."
Bowen stood beside them.
Emelia finished what she had to say and said satisfactorily.
Wendy met Bowen on the side and then turned a gentle smile on Emelia.
"I think I can be a good friend to you, Emelia."
Emelia's face was stained with vermilion in an instant.
Bowen tells Wendy to stop talking and verbally confirms the last rule.
When their names were introduced, they responded politely to the audience's applause as if they hadn't had an earlier conversation.
Almark was watching Wendy bow gracefully from the support seat, applauding the audience.
Good luck, Wendy.
Surprisingly, a girl from behind Almark sounded unfamiliar.
No, I've heard of it. Once before.
Almark looked back.
In the passage from the support seat to the waiting room, I saw the back of a luxuriously dressed girl.
I knew right away just from the back.
I met a girl one day on the night road to the dorm on my way home from practice.
"Be careful, Almark."
Something bad is coming to this tournament.
That's what he said.
"What's wrong, Almark?"
Suddenly he turned around and Morgan, who was right behind him, raised his confused voice.
"No, that girl...."
Huh?
When Almark pointed and Morgan looked back, the girl was gone.
I tried to chase him, but when Morgan hurried to tell me what was going on, it was about to start, so did Almark.
She looks back at me thinking that she will pull her hair.
"Emelia said something to Wendy."
Nelson talks to me from next door.
"Oh, that sounded ruthless."
Almark answers.
Yes, it is.
We need to focus on Wendy right now.
Standing opposite Emelia, Wendy's body, which is never small, looks terribly luxurious.
"Emelia is strong. Wendy, good luck...."
Tell Nelson to pray.
"... Wendy's fine."
Almark nodded to Nelson again.
Getting Started!
At the same time as Bowen's voice, Emelia came forward.
Their eyes were as ferocious as carnivores.
It fills the gap at once and starts poking at an incredible speed.
That's not a blow either.
It's a triple strike of unstoppable speed.
It was then that the audience boiled at that speed.
It's a feather.
Almark murmured.
The words were correct.
Wendy swallowed all three of the strikes as if they were a feather in the wind.
Look, Wendy is beautiful after all.
Almark thinks so.
When Emelia opened her eyes in dismay, Wendy's sword stood on her torso.
"... until then!
After a moment, Bowen raised his voice.
"... no way."
Emelia sees Wendy's face as if she can't believe what happened to her.
My face was pale because of the wounded pride.
"... I'm sorry."
Wendy said.
Even though he said he won, he looked sinking.
"I just said what you would hate the most. And then..."
Wendy says somewhere lonely.
"You poked me straight as expected."
"Me."
Emelia finally squeezed out.
"Are you trying to provoke and manipulate me?"
Wendy shook her head.
"I'm tired of doing things that people hate. I'm sorry."
It's like saying excuses to someone.
Then Wendy looked Emelia straight in the eye.
It was an eyesight that Emelia was so strong that she wobbled for a moment.
"But I promised my friends I'd win."
When Wendy left the arena for the winner, Emelia stayed there for a while.