Almark took the lead and entered the arena.
The ceiling is high.
The audience clapped.
It's not like when you were in the support seat earlier.
It's your turn.
Yes, I feel it very strongly.
I'm going to play the game myself.
Almark walked slowly toward the center of the game.
Nelson, who was walking behind him, was about to bump into Almark's back because of the slowness of his steps.
Almark, it's a little late to walk.
I complain in a low voice.
I guess so.
Almark melted away.
But I knew it myself.
My feet are heavy.
Almark felt that his lower body recovered more slowly than his upper body.
Just outside the martial arts arena, Nelson asked me to come quickly, but I walked slowly and approached him.
I didn't want to show you any room. I couldn't run without listening to my feet.
"This team, these five are the only ones to fight this time."
Almark looked back and laughed at Nelson.
"So let's walk slowly."
"What is it?"
Nelson said as if he had lost his temper.
"You're not nervous at all."
"I don't think so."
Take one step at a time to make sure.
Gradually move to the center of the field.
From the other side, three groups of students come in the same way.
Come on, who is it?
Who am I dealing with? [M]
When Almark realized that he saw a familiar face walking along the front, he unexpectedly eased his lips.
In the middle, two and three pairs of representative athletes face each other.
You have your opponent in front of you.
Before Almark, Polois.
In front of Nelson, Eston.
There are two large people lined up with Norish.
Nelson hits his most wanted opponent and already stares at Eston with a rough nose, but on the contrary, Eston looks like a wind blowing nowhere without even looking at Nelson.
In front of Leila is a girl who looks smart.
Her physical condition is almost the same as that of Leila.
This is Rosphilia, the second talented woman in the school year.
Almark observed her gently.
Rosphilia is staring at Leila with her big eyes that look like she's laughing somewhere.
Take Leila's cold gaze, which always shook Morgans up, straight, and there's nothing to be timid about.
Instead, it looks interesting.
This is a tough one.
Almark thought.
In front of Raido is a small boy. A student named Lugon, Morgan just named him.
And in front of Morgan is a tall boy.
The supple body is probably covered in spring-like muscles.
Looking around slowly, the figure is full of confidence.
Nelson said it was the strongest of the three.
Morgan never looks at Koren with his feet open.
It looks like it is completely swallowed by the atmosphere of Corhen.
I wonder what his name was.
Suddenly he was spoken to by Polois in front of him and Almark saw him.
"I think I've met him somewhere."
Polois was laughing thinly.
"I'm sorry, I only remember the name of the person I'm interested in."
Oh, and Almark nodded.
My name is Almark, Polois.
After that, I'll add.
"I have intellect enough to remember the faces and names of the people I met. Unlike you."
Polois raised his eyebrows for a moment, but immediately distorted his lips and made a smile.
"I'll try my best and provoke you cheap. But..."
Looking at Almark's face, he leaked a sneering smile.
"No matter how strong you get, you're so nervous. Do you realize that? My face is completely bloody white."
At that time, both teams were introduced and the conversation was interrupted.
At the end of the introduction, the spectators applaud the athletes again.
Nelson whispers as Almark and the others clap and lower their heads toward the audience seat.
"Did he say something?"
Well... I tried to provoke him a little too. "
Almark whispers back to Nelson.
"I didn't come aboard. It's surprisingly strong with its contents."
Nelson laughs uncomfortably.
"Please, leader. Don't mess with me."
Ah.
After the greeting, the game is finally starting.
Athletes other than the two players in the first game fall back.
Only Almark and Polois remain in the center of the field.
After a while of silence.
"Al Mark."
Polois opened his mouth.
"I apologize first. It'll make you feel bad."
"What do you mean?"
When Almark asked, Polois raised his eyebrows and made a sad face.
"No one wants to lose miserably in front of so many spectators. Maybe you'll be quite ashamed."
Oh, really?
Almark turned down and smiled.
"It's a strange encounter. I thought the same thing."
Polois looks surprised.
"Same thing? What does that mean?"
"But I'm glad."
Regardless of Polois's question, Almark raised his face in a tone that seemed to throw him away.
"Then let's not hold back on each other in any game."