Chapter 83 (2/2)
The three of them agreed with Gorms. Although neither Slad, Gheith, nor Remié had enough strength to win, they were still good, considerate kids.
“Yeah, cheers! I’d really appreciate that. Still, the first thing we gotta sort out is the partic.i.p.ants.”
“Guys guys guys! How about me!?”
“Hm, Gheith is injured, so he can’t compete. That leaves one spot.”
“Sorry I couldn’t help…”
“No worries. We’ll make it somehow!”
To be honest, they wanted to gather everyone in the dorm and pick the best candidates, but n.o.body else wanted to compete.
That’s why they currently only had the enthusiastic Gorms and Doug, as well as the cooperative Remié and Slad. Because of Gheith’s injury, they were short one member.
Despite how willing they were, it was impossible without 5 members.
“Hey hey! Gorms! What about mee!?”
“What about Zerius? If we ask him, he’ll definitely agree.”
“Well… the day of the match is also his grandma’s birthday, so apparently he’s going back home…”
“Choosing your family over trying to impress the knight captains? As always, that guy is manly as f.u.c.k…”
“Gorms! Me! Mee!”
With no other choice, Gorms and the others could no longer ignore the mysterious voice…
The voice that was coming from a certain carefree face belonging to what seemed to be a small boy whose finger was pointed at himself…
The boy who was standing next to a rather nervous looking Doug…
Urged on by the silence, a grave-looking Gorms rubbed his temples before addressing Heath.
“Heath… You do understand your grades in sparring, right?”
“Yeah! I haven’t lost the last ten matches! That’s almost as good as you, I think?”
“I’ve never seen a more convenient interpretation! Your latest results were 2 wins, 10 losses and 33 draws! You’ve lost five times more than you’ve won!”
The sparring in the Northern Dormitories was done on a round robin system, and only Fii had such ridiculous results.
Because of the weird tricks she often used and her erratic dodges and counterattacks, her opponents found it incredibly difficult to finish the match. This was seen plainly in her results.
Incidentally, Doug’s record was 44 wins and 1 draw (his opponent was Fii), while Gorms came second at 44 wins and 1 loss (his opponent was Doug).
Fii’s records certainly was impressive in a manner of speaking, but unfortunately, her tactics weren’t viable in proper matches. As for why…
“It doesn’t matter in our spars because there’s no referee, but in a proper match, you’d be given a warning for showing no intention of attacking,” Remié explained. “You lose after two warnings, so I think it’d be pretty difficult for you.”
How Fii’s fight usually went was she would initially fight with her opponent, but once she felt the pressure, she would focus entirely on evasion. It was hardly unexpected, but going head-on with boys was a bit much for her body.
She was an expert in toying with others though…
“It’s fine! I’m going to try and win this time!” she declared as she confidently thumped her chest.
“Just where the h.e.l.l do you get your confidence from…” sighed Gorms.
Unfortunately, the fact was that they had few alternatives.
“Oi! We’ve got one spot left! Any of you gunna fight!?” he roared back at his dormmates.
“Aaah! My sword…! Where’s my sword gone!?”
“Uwahh, not again… I don’t wanna be beaten down in three seconds once again…”
“A light… I can see a light…”
Gorms was met only with despairing moans. Apparently a lot of them were traumatised from their experiences with the Eastern elites.
Faced with these pathetic boys, all Gorms could do was sigh in resignation.
“No choice…! Just do your best, Heath!”
“YAAAY!”
Fii jumped into the air in delight.
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