Almark took the lead and went inside the playing field.
High ceilings.
The applause of the audience comes down.
Earlier, when I was in the backup seat, it wasn't like that.
It's your turn.
Yes, I feel strong.
You're going to play the game yourself.
Almark walked slowly toward the center of the playing field.
Nelson, who was walking behind him, is about to hit Almark's back in jeopardy at the slow pace of that walk.
"Almark, it's a little late to walk."
He complains in a whisper.
"I guess so."
Almark blurted.
But I knew that myself.
My legs are heavy.
Almark felt his lower body was recovering slower than his upper body.
Just outside the martial arts field earlier, I walked slowly closer to Nelson, no matter if he asked me to come early.
I didn't want to show you anything to spare. He didn't listen to his legs and couldn't run.
"This team, these five of us, we fight only once."
Almark looked back and laughed at Nelson.
"Because of this, let's walk slowly."
"What the fuck?"
Nelson says as he clapped it out.
"Are you nervous at all?"
That's not true.
As I say, make sure slowly, one step at a time.
Gradually to the center of the playing field.
From the other side, three sets of students come in in the same way.
Come on, who is it?
Who am I dealing with?
Almark inadvertently loosened his license when he realized it was a familiar face to walk in the lead.
In the center, two and three groups of leading players face each other.
Right in front of each of us, we have our own opponents.
Before Almark, Polois.
Before Nelson, Eston.
Two large people lined up with Norish and the cause.
Nelson hits his most wanted opponent, already snorting and staring at Eston, but on the contrary, Eston is like a wind blowing where he hardly even sees Nelson.
In front of Leila is the girl with the appearance of proficiency.
My physique is almost the same as Leila's.
Is this the second best girl of the school year, Rosfilia?
Almark observed her softly.
Rosfilia stares at Layla with her big eyes that look like she's laughing somewhere.
I take Leila's cold gaze straight, which always makes the Morgens tremble, and I don't see how I can even cower.
Rather, it also looks interesting somewhere.
This is a tough one.
Almark thought.
It's the little boy in front of Leido. Morgen was giving his name earlier, he would be a student named Lugon.
And in front of Morgen is the skinny, tall boy.
Its body, which seems supple, is probably covered in muscles like a spring.
The look of it slowly looking around is filled with confidence.
It's the strongest of the three, Colen Nelson said.
Morgen never tries to keep an eye on Colen as he looks at his feet.
You look totally swallowed by the atmosphere of Coren.
"I wonder what your name was."
Unexpectedly spoken to by the polois in front of him, Almark looked at him.
"I think we've met somewhere before."
Polois was laughing thinly.
"I'm sorry, but I only remember the name of the person I was interested in."
Oh, and Almark nodded.
"My name is Almark, Polois."
After I say that, I add.
"I am intelligent enough to remember the face and name of the person I met. Unlike you."
Polois let the words, for a moment, raise a frown, but immediately distorted his licence and made a smile.
"Good luck with that cheap provocation. But"
Look at Almark's face and leak a sneak laugh.
"No matter how strong you are, it's rare to be nervous. Have you noticed? My face is completely bleeding and white."
At that time, both teams were introduced in the venue and the conversation between the two was interrupted.
At the end of the introduction, the audience again applauds the athletes.
Nelson whispers softly as the Almarks respond to the applause and bow their heads toward the audience.
"Did they say something?"
"Sort of. I tried to provoke you lightly."
Almark whispers back to Nelson.
"I didn't come aboard. It's surprisingly strong with its contents."
Nelson laughs uncomfortably, heh.
"Please, leader. Don't mess with me."
"Oh."
At the end of the greeting, it's finally the beginning of the game.
Other than the two players in the first game, the players go back.
Only Almark and Polois will remain in the center of the playing field.
After a lot of silence.
Something like Almark.
Polois opened his mouth.
"Apologize first. 'Cause it's gonna make you feel hard."
"What does that mean?"
When Almark asked, Polois frowned and made him look sorry.
"No one would want to lose miserably in front of this large audience. Maybe you'll be quite ashamed."
"Oh, you know what?"
Almark looked down and smiled.
"That's an odd encounter. I thought the same thing."
Polois looks surprised.
"Say the same thing? What does that mean?"
"But good."
Regardless of Polois' question, Almark, who said so and raised his face, said in a tone somewhere like he had thrown it away.
"Then we'll have no grudges against each other, no matter what the game."