259: The Battle Maiden Wants to Study Abroad (22)
Class Match.
Hearing this, Jill immediately thought it was some kind of show-off.
But Roger winked at her, as if saying ‘leave it to me!’
“The Class Match is an important opportunity for all students to show their abilities. It has a huge impact on their grades. Why should we give special treatment to the Blue Dragon class? It’s an event that puts the prestige of the military academy on the line. Furthermore, the townspeople will also be coming to watch.”
“That’s why. It’ll be a good opening act for the Gold Dragon class to display their skills.”
Gunther frowned.
“But… it’ll be a burden to the Gold Dragon Class.”
“They can take a break before going up against the Purple Dragon class. Also, it’s a good handicap, don’t you think? Unless you think the Gold Dragon class is going to lose.”
Roger tried to tempt Gunther, appealing to his vanity. Gunther stroked his beard.
“Hmm, that’s certainly something to consider… Fine. However! Considering the burden on the Gold Dragon, our school won’t be providing any supplies to the Blue Dragon class. They should only use the swords they were given when they enrolled.”
Roger glanced at Jill, who blinked.
“More importantly, the Blue Dragon class isn’t allowed to use dragons. Meanwhile, the Gold Dragon class is most definitely going to use them. What are you going to do?”
“W-wait, that’s just impossible! We’ll be making a fool of ourselves!”
Lutiya yelled, taking a step toward me. Gunther laughed.
“Even if we were to give permission, would they even be able to use the,?”
“Surely, some people can?! You just aren’t giving them any opportunities…!”
“That’s just loser talk. Even dragons are limited resources! Giving priority to the skilled ones is a necessary form of selection, isn’t it?”
“Is that all?”
“What?”
Everyone stared at Jill when they heard her question. Nevertheless, the conditions must be made clear.
“We won’t be provided with anything by the school. Is that all?”
“…Of course, you also can’t borrow weapons from elsewhere. It’s a school event.”
“Okay, got it. By the way, it’s okay to procure weapons locally, right? Like, stealing weapons.”
“Well, sure. Of course, teachers can’t participate! By that, I also meant that chicken demon!”
“I know, it’s a match between students after all. By the way, where will they fight?”
Roger answered this.
“Behind the school, there’s a nice, empty plain. That’s the battlefield. Don’t worry, there won’t be a killing spree. The area is surrounded by a barrier, and if you go outside it, you’re considered a ‘fugitive’ and eliminated. If the school emblem on your left chest—the one with magic detector—is taken or damaged, you’re considered ‘dead’ and eliminated. Each camp has a military flag bearing the respective class’ color. If it’s knocked down, you lose. If both military flags remain standing within the time limit, the winner is decided by the number of surviving students.”
Hee… That’s pretty neat.
For the first time, she’d found something she’d really like to incorporate.
“The teachers, parents, and townspeople will be cheering the students on from the tall spectator stands. It’s an annual festival in this town. The bigwigs also come from the mainland to watch. It’d be a good idea to give the best students a good show.”
“That sounds wonderful… Personally, I prefer to have all the classes participate at once to make it feel like an actual combat. I’d also have them team up before the competition starts.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“No, never mind. I get the gist of it. Then, we’ll be sure to participate in two months.”
“Hey!”
Lutiya spoke up.
“Don’t decide on your own! There’s no way we can win. Use common sense!”
“I did. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking you to fight the Noitral Dragon Knights.”
“Both are impossible! It’s easy for you to speak! We are the ones who’ll be fighting! Not to mention, against the Gold Dragon class, who can use dragons!”
“Yeah. That’s why I think we can win.”
Lutiya was rendered speechless by Jill’s response. The other students were either flabbergasted or confused, stunned on the spot. Roger asked secretly.
“—Let me ask again, are you sure about this? I can’t help you out with this one.”
“It’s okay. Thanks for creating this opportunity.”
“—What do you think, Principal? If you refuse to allow them to participate, it’ll be the same as running away.”
Gunther seemed to have regained his senses after hearing Roger’s words. He stroked his beard, nodding pompously.
“Okay. Let’s fight fair and square.”
“Well, then, let’s start training. Everyone, it’s time to head back!”
Jill commanded and started walking. The students followed suit. Roger shrugged and waved. It was unclear whether he was an ally or an enemy.
As she walked, Lutiya rushed toward her. He whispered softly.
“…You are not serious, right? Unless, the home country is giving us some aid…”
“Huh? Why would we need that? We’ll crush them head on.”
“Huh?! I told you, it’s impossible! What are you trying to do to us!?”
“Some students have managed to escape from Sauté. They did this in just four days.”
Lutiya was silent as he stared down at Sauté in his arms. The other students were startled and hurried closer to check on Sauté.
“Now that I think about it, is Teacher Sauté okay—huh? Wait, he’s sleeping…”
“Huh? His injury’s are gone…? He can heal just by sleeping?”
“Sauté might be a chicken, but he is strong enough to take down a spotted dragon.”
“No, there’s no way he’s just a chicken!”
“Don’t sweat the details. In other words, you guys are talented, so you have a good chance at victory!”
Finally, they arrived at their classroom, which looked more like a warehouse.
Jill turned around with a smile.
“Just follow my lead.”
“No, we can’t—see, like I said, this teacher is an odd one!”
“Don’t worry, you can trust me.”
The bell rang to end the morning class. Jill laughed softly.
“Besides, no one can claim to have won today, as none of you are outside the classroom now.”
The students all halted and exchanged glances.
Lutiya grumbled out, “…I just didn’t notice.”
“So, are you going to claim that you won the bet? Like the cowardly adults?”
No answer. The students still had their pride. Jill laughed.
“Then I won. As such, you have to participate in the Class Match. You might feel like dying a few times, but you’ll be fine.”
The students turned pale, and Jill snapped her fingers and chuckled.
“You’re only a real warrior once you can take down a dragon with your fist. I’ll show you how.”
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