What a nonsense is it? The headmasters of The School of Systemic-bronze Merit and The School of The Flat Carpet are supposed to receive 10 kg of silver each. Talking of The School of The Cyclical Wind, they won two times in a row, they already transcend others with their formidable 25 kg. Even The School of The Dancing Leopard would gain 10.6 kg of resources, despite losing. But what about our school? We were pitted against The School of The Cyclical Wind, which had proven to stand out greatly from the rest in sheer strength. They didn't lose once. So if we lose, it won't come as a surprise. However, in this instance, The School of The Rising Pink Petals is about to acquire the smallest amount of silver, just 5.3 kg. While the rest schools gained the resources so easily, we'll have to sweat down to the waist just to catch up with those doofuses, damn it!
If only Elvina were here... Turning back, Alukard doubted her. According to his newly developed view, she might also fall short of his expectations.
In the same time, a short, muscular young man approached him from the side.
"Beautiful ladies, let me pass through."
When Alukard turned his head and saw him, an illusionary lighting seemed to strike his liver.
"Where is Elvina, answer me ! Alukard!"
Being honest, mutual acquaintances of Alukard and Elvina shipped them as a couple since he had gifted her the present, which Wana's little princess accepted. Afterwards, many came to a conclusion, that they liked each other, maybe they even went out secretly.
Nonetheless, the reality was rather disappointing, though looking at Ben's face, one would rather believe the rumors.
Alukard changed his sitting pose.
" I have no idea."
The muscular boy gave a disappointing look. In his opinion, Elvina was high above compared to that weakling. Perhaps, the fate should have been different, unless someone wouldn't have spoilt it! But, as it says, life is a boomerang.
By the way, who was sitting and who was on his feet ? It was obvious. Alukard smiled, then rested his chin on his palm. In doing so, he radiated the glorious aura of some unknown ancient king, possibly..
"Ben, my friend. Tell me, what is the situation with the duel challenger? Did you pick someone?"
Ben didn't want to act as an apostle of Alukard. His face darkened with anger.
"Milquetoast, know your place! You weren't able to cope with one insignificant girl, yet you dare to speak that way with me. Stand up and prove me that you aren't the milquetoast. Of course, you can't. That's because, the battle platform of the hall is a nightmare for you! But, compared to you, i am different. Watch how your elder will cook the show."
Is he mentally deficient? What was that nonsense even about? Just in case, Alukard moved his left hand towards his square-shaped bag, where were some coins.
Ben didn't appear to notice his hidden actions, though Alukard wasn't in the mood to attack, too. It looks, as if we are the main characters in some romantic show with two fallen in love guys striving to buy attention from a beautiful girl.
"OOh, I got it! Why, i didn't understand earlier. Ben has to be fallen in love with Elvina. After all, someone has to be in love with the girl, because we are in the romantic fairy tale. How I was even slow to realize it? That guy is definitely not me. Yeah, yeah."
Alukard now will change his approach to Ben, due to his recent sensation. People, classmates and other guys from different schools ( 5 schools that were mentioned earlier) were mostly eager to soon observe the last battle between the undefeated school for now and the one of 3 schools which hadn't managed to perform.
A guy near Alukard, all the time since Ben's approach hadn't anticipated that Alukard stand up and lay his hand on Ben's shoulder.
"My friend, you can do it. I believe in you."
Pronouncing this he stood joyful. He smiled to Ben.
Unfortunately, treating someone well does not guarantee that they will treat you the same way in return.
The moment of the final clash has come. One of the performers restlessly was moving from side to side. His heels would leave the ground beneath and return to it in a fraction of a second. People could see a red bandage on his forehead. With blonde hair and a firm gaze accentuated by the scarlet headband , he definitely exuded charisma. In a word, he was like a rushing scarlet fire.
The voice of the master of ceremonies resounded in the air as he declared.
"On the left side of the platform stands Arthur Ruingert Archer from The School of The Cyclical Wind, while on the right side is..."
In those moments, when the fighters were being announced, time seemed to stand still for Peter, Bred, and the rest of his loved ones. They could describe the person in front of them very vividly.
A young teenager, standing courageously despite his insignificant strength. In his heart is a fear of the future loss. That should be that way, because he hadn't possessed any time to prepare. However, these ordinary brown eyes of his, which in shape resemble the eyes of a wild wolf, were directed forwards, as if ready to meet life's challenges. In terms of height, his opponent was 2 cm shorter than him. But, he was Arthur Ruingert, many considered he shouldn't be underestimated simply on that insignificant aspect.
Suddenly, Ruingert furrowed his brow.
"He is trying to adapt, though to most of the seated crowd, he looked like a total idiot. The fact that he started repeating after me proves my position. Yet even with 200 percent effort, the original remains insurmountable."
The repeating person was now bouncing like a boxer, throwing one-two punches from time to time. Being honest, that was really amusingly. In this moment everyone heard the following part of the master of ceremonies's voice.
It turned out that the representative of The School of The Rising Pink Petals was Riva Fioretti Massimo.
After Ben's bold statements about proving his point to Alukard, Ben was expected to step onto the stage. Nonetheless, it appears that Ben didn't like Alukard supporting him. But still, his behavior doesn't suit his male body. He was like a girl. Fuuu!!
While the combat was to start, a young girl with a shoulder-length chestnut bob haircut stood behind the stage with her classmates. Her name was Julia. Not all of her classmates were present there, therefore they were less than 20. For example, it was completely unclear where Elvina was. Talking of the rest,Ben went home. He will be punished for his behavior later. Alukard stood next to Polina. Peter let out a sigh of relief. If that was me, what would I do ? Only Bred managed to stay in the seating area.
The thing was, when Bred refused to participate, there was already no time left. Since, Julia had an argument with Ben. Hence, he left them afterwards. And the representative was chosen randomly. The classmates were gathered via homeroom teachers of the other classes. Finally, Massimo ended up taking the fall.
Julia clasped her hands together and seemed to make a wish. She raised her head up closing her eyes.
"Massimo, please win! I completely understand you. You are weak, even your surname speaks about it (Fioretti). But, if you win, I will make a present for you."