The Almarks are back in the armoury again.

Next, finally, the Torque team game.

"Torque, what's the order?"

Almark speaks to Torque.

"I've made up my mind."

Torque answered unfathomably.

Of the five contestants, the women are fixed by the fact that they play the third game.

Inevitably, Wendy is third.

The order of the remaining four male athletes is entrusted to the student's freedom.

Always play all five games, but in any case, the team wins the first three. It's still the order that counts to win.

"Ein is a prominent wanderer, so he comes out first. He's the strongest in a pair. So I'll be the first to leave."

Torque says.

Unexpectedly Almark pinched his mouth.

"Well, Ain't he the class commissioner who was in the lead? You just said something to me about being in a threesome."

"That bastard, do that again"

Torque distorts his face and throws up.

"It's always a lie, that guy. I don't even know if what I said to you is true."

"Really?"

Almark was surprised.

"Torque told me you used to beat him."

"I never lost to him."

Torque shakes his head.

"I was only in the same class as him in the first place when I was a year old. I'm not playing a proper game."

"But he seemed strong."

I don't think he's weak.

Torque answers.

"But not as good as Wallis or you. I can win without a problem right now."

"Right..."

I don't know more and more about a student named Ain.

But don't interrupt the pre-game torques by asking me that now.

"Okay. Ain't no good coming out, but you're the best, Torque."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Torque nods and continues as if he had regained his mind.

"The second is Galein."

Galaine nods.

"Galaine gets tired on her own if she keeps him waiting too long. Ask them to leave while they are well. Please."

"Oh."

Galaine slaps herself in the chest.

"Leave it to me."

Torque nods small and continues.

"The third is Wendy. Come on, Wendy. Your victory is in the math."

"Yeah, I got it."

Wendy replies with a smile.

"I'm still not nervous."

Wendy shook her head at the words of Torque.

"My opponent is Emelia or Dahlia, right? Something you'll lose if you don't do it for real."

"Well, honestly, I'm not worried about Wendy either. Please do as usual. And there's nothing to say if we can win three so far."

Torque sees the remaining Deg and Pillman.

"If anyone drops it, it's on you guys. The fourth is Pillman and the last is Deg."

Torque slaps each of the two shoulders.

"Please."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

The two of them nod.

"All right, let's go"

Torque leaves the room at the head.

I don't look back on the Almarks anymore.

Followed by Garraine, Wendy, Pillman and Deg.

"Good luck."

Almark speaks up.

Wendy turned to Almark and made a fist grip to show it.

Soon after the Torques left, a loud round of applause was heard from those on the playing field.

Almarks and the rest of the players also head to the playing field in an empty space.

In the middle of the pitch, five of each team were already aligned across the street, and the audience applauded it a lot.

"You're in front of the torque... not Ein"

To Almark's words, Nelson nods.

"True. Ain't got no answer."

Nelson's right, there's no sign of Ain among the five in line.

Apparently, we really got around to three sets of fights as I told Almark.

"Is Torque's opponent Ficke?"

When Nelson sees the boy standing in front of the torque, he puts on his face.

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

"It is."

"It's hard to do, that guy."

While we were talking about that, the other players stepped back and only Torque and his opponent, Ficke, remained on the playing field.

Ficke takes no hiatus on the torque because of his back against the disappointing physical torque, but his limbs are as thin as women's.

Eyes like thin lines on the extremities are hanging with their eyes as if they were always laughing.

"Torcoo!!"

The voices of the Norish people come from the front row of the audience.

"Were those guys there?"

Nelson squeaks.

Oh, here we go.

Bowen, the referee, walked over to the two in a slow pace.

After some verbal attention, when Bowen raises his hand lightly, the names Torque and Ficke are introduced in a woman's voice in the venue.

When they bowed their heads to coincide with the introduction, the audience applauded and cheered.

Once again, Bowen orders the two of you to lay down your swords.

The two lifted their swords and aligned their respective sword tips.

As if that were a signal, the audience will be quiet at the same time.

"Getting Started!!"

Throughout the martial arts field, Bowen's voice echoed.