Wendy slowly ascends to the playing field.
Torque slaps Galaine's back shoulder strong enough to hear her back to the backup seat and laughs face-to-face with the slapped Galaine and Deg who was watching it.
The laughter even reached the backup seat.
"Galain, you don't seem so depressed."
Squeeze as Nelson relieved.
"Oh. Those three have something like air they only know. Sounds like the team doesn't have a bad vibe either. It's okay, 'cause Wendy's next."
said Almark.
Looking back at the game field, Wendy's side was also well seen from the backup seat.
A tough tenacious look not seen by the usual Wendy.
... you're like a warrior.
Almark thought.
Such a beautiful warrior, though I've never seen one.
I can't help but see it on its side.
"Wendy, you're so focused."
To Morgen's words, Almark nodded without taking his eyes off Wendy.
"Yeah, I'm concentrating.... the sides are so pretty"
"You, don't be ashamed to say that often."
Nelson shows his frightened face, but he doesn't know what's wrong with Almark.
"Why not? 'Cause it's so pretty. As much as I'd like to watch it forever if I'm allowed to."
"Yes, sir. Okay, do whatever you want. Even so, you won't be able to relax forever."
Nelson said.
'Cause they're that Emelia.
"Emelia."
Almark repeats the name.
Wendy's opponent, Emelia.
The girl, who slowly came up to the game field, like Wendy, has her hair cut short into a disappointing body, her winning eyes shining and staring at Wendy.
This one brewed a female warrior-like stand-up not only from the look on his face but from all over his body.
"Looks like she's the same. Scary."
Morgen sees Emelia and lurks his voice. Almark looks back unexpectedly because he had a real sense of the word.
"Morgen, do you have any scary memories of her?
"Well, sort of..."
Morgen looked far with his vain eyes.
"It's not just Morgen."
Reido says.
"I guess when I was a year old, the boys in the same class as Emelia were pretty much getting fucked by her."
"Are they doing this to you?
"I wonder if it's called male victory. He's got a strong arm, and he's fighting fast. I've heard people say they're proud they've never lost a fight with a boy since a year ago."
"Heh."
Almark turned his eyes round.
That was back in the freshman year when we're not all used to this college life yet.
Apart from public positions such as class commissioners, who will lead the class in substantial leadership?
Hierarchy in the class is.
Until that was decided, there were frequent skirmishes among the men who had not yet become very close.
The environment where I've come from, where I've grown up, is like a bunch of different kids.
Each "normal" and "normal" bumped into each other, causing a lot of friction.
There were many fights with it.
It was also common for noble children to treat civilians down there.
Teachers at the college rarely dare to speak out about these problems that are bound to arise every year.
The college has a policy of equal education that is independent of identity, but that does not in any way mean that we are all friendly and equal on the horizon.
Enrolled students are given equal access to education irrespective of their status, and they are never given equal access to a variety of opportunities and promote identity disparities.
but conversely, that's all the college does.
The College will not follow you any further.
Of course, that alone can be described as unrivalled equality of the breaking world.
These rubbings at the beginning of school, for example, if we try teachers, we see how children who have been chosen to come in after rigorous scrutiny rub each other's common sense into their new environment, and who will show their headlines in them first.
If the nobleman's younger brother stretches out in due course, that's fine, even though the civilian son stretches out the nobleman's younger brother.
In it, Emelia is a rare type of girl who has moved on from herself to pluck fights into boys, taking advantage of her masculine privileged physique to be afraid to silence boys with her power.
From the civilian population, she pushed her strength forward and stuck it against the aristocratic men, without any hesitation.
If you're a stuck boy, you won't even be proud where you beat a woman in a fight, and vice versa, you'll be forced into a tasteless battle where you'll be greatly disgraced if you lose.
Not to mention, given her arms, you're quite likely to actually lose. Then I become distant from doing business with her.
"Don't defy Emelia."
It didn't take that long for that euphemism to penetrate everyone in the class.
That's how she got a glimpse from everyone on her own.
"When you have something, are you complaining to me? Because they stared at me. I was scared."
Morgen trembles as if she was so awesome just now.
"I don't care who he is anymore. He doesn't seem to be in a fight."
says Leido.
"I'm pretty sure I'm confident in my health, and martial arts seems pretty strong after all. They usually win when they play with boys."
"It is."
Almark saw the two of them on the playing field.
"Sure, that Emelia looks really strong."
That's right, leak your candid thoughts.
"Height and reach are better than Wendy's, and if you look at how you're doing and how you're feeling, you can see you're working out well. And unlike the previous two..."
Almark glanced at the support seats on one set of sides.
Ain in the middle of a pair of students, arm wrapped and laughing thinly.
"That Ain't given her no instructions. I think that proves her strength."
That's all I said, then I smile and look back at Reido.
"But I'm sure Wendy will win."
"If Almark says so."
Reido nods sarcastically.
"I'm gonna believe that, too."
"What the hell, it"
Nelson looks frightened again.
"You guys, at least say something, that seems to be the basis on which Wendy can win"
Nevertheless, Almark turned to the playing field.
"Here we go."
center of the playing field.
Emelia saw the face of a grand aristocratic courtier standing before her with a cold, glowing eye.
"Wendy Barherb"
said Emelia.
"I've always wanted to fight you."
When I hear that, Wendy slightly snaps her neck.
Emelia distorted her face uncomfortably to the trick.
"I hate you. When I look at your tricks like that, it runs like caries."
"Emelia, who are you..."
Wendy said hesitantly.
"I've never been in the same class, and I've barely talked about it. I don't know if there was anything you hated so much."
"Even though people hate people."
Emelia put her own words on Wendy's words.
"If you think you need a clear cause, Wendy Barherb,"
Emelia keeps a cold eye and mouths Wendy's name again.
"That's just proof that you don't know the world."
"Yes..."
Wendy lay her eyes down.
"You're a grand nobleman's lady, you don't have to do anything to lift me around on your own."
Emelia said even faster as she saw Bowen the Judge approaching on the sidelines.
"I'm not. I've been recognized on my own. It's not the power of a house or a blood muscle, like you, just the power reserved for yourself."
To Wendy, who remained silent, Emelia told him with an invincible laugh at the end.
"I'll show you the difference clearly in front of everyone."
Bowen stands beside the two of them.
Emelia finished what she had to say and shut her mouth satisfactorily.
Wendy met Bowen on the side for a small time before smiling calmly at Emelia.
"I think I can be a good friend to you, Emelia"
Emelia's face stained Zhu in an instant.
Bowen tells Wendy to make sure the conversation is over and verbally confirms the last rule.
When the two names were introduced, the two politely responded to the audience's applause as if they had not had an earlier conversation or something.
After the audience's applause, it was when Almark watched Wendy bow gracefully from the backup seat.
"Good luck, Wendy"
Unexpectedly there was a voice from behind Almark, a girl unfamiliar to hear.
No, I've heard of it. Once before.
Almark looked back.
I could see the back of a luxuriously fitted girl in the aisle from the backup seat to the modem.
I knew right away, just in hindsight.
It's the girl I met one day on the night road back to the dorm for practice.
"Be careful, Almark"
Something bad is coming to this tournament.
That's what he said.
"What's wrong, Almark?"
Suddenly he turns around and Morgen, who was right behind him, gives a bewildered voice.
"No, that girl..."
"Huh?"
When Almark pointed and Morgen looked back, there was no more appearance of the girl.
I tried to chase him for a while, but Morgen shouted in a panic, "What's the matter, it's about to start now," so Almark thought just as well.
I turn back to the front with the thought of getting my hair pulled back.
"Emelia's guy, you said something to Wendy."
Nelson talks to me from next door.
"Oh. That sounded disgusting."
Almark answers.
That's right.
We need to focus on Wendy's support now.
Standing opposite Emelia, Wendy's body, which is never small, looks terribly luxurious.
"Emelia's strong. Come on, Wendy..."
Nelson tells me to pray.
"... Wendy would be fine"
Almark made Nelson snort again.
"Introduction!"
At the same time as Bowen's voice, Emelia stepped forward.
Those eyes bore a vicious light like a carnivore.
Stuff up an intermission at once and roll out a tremendous rush of speed.
That's not a blow either.
It's a triple strike of unstoppable speed.
The audience boiled down to its speed, it was then.
"Wings."
Almark shrugged.
I was right about that.
Wendy fluttered all of those triplets as if they were wings in the wind.
Look, I knew Wendy was clean.
Almark thinks.
When Emelia opened her eyes in amazement, Wendy's sword stood on its torso.
"... Until then!
After a moment, Bowen raised his voice.
"... no way"
Emelia sees Wendy's face in a way that she can't believe what happened to her.
My face was blue with injured pride.
"... sorry"
Wendy said.
He said he won, but he had a sinking look.
"I just said what you would hate the most. And then."
Wendy says somewhere lonely.
"You've poked me straight, as expected"
"Me."
Emelia finally squeezed out.
"You want to provoke me and say you manipulated me"
Wendy shook her head.
"You're tired of doing things people don't like. I'm sorry."
Say it in a voice like an excuse to someone.
Then Wendy looked straight into Emelia's eyes.
That was Emelia's strong eye for a moment.
"But I promised my people I'd win"
Emelia didn't move off the spot for a while, even as Wendy took the winning name and left the game field.