Chapter 181: Junior Vs Senior
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The Hall was filled with surprise.
Put Moderator had just said the unbelievable and everyone was recoiling from his words. According to Klaus Tallman, a lecturer in his own right, Edward could pick his contestants.
“So, I can choose you?” Edward broke the silence by asking the most unexpected question.
For a moment, it seemed Klaus didn’t understand his question. When it finally dawned on him, the man gasped and took a step backward before bursting into laughter.
“No, no. Not Lecturers. Forgive me for not making things clearer.” I still sensed vestiges of amusement from the man’s voice.
“What I mean is… you, Edward, can pick a contestant from any of the students in this Hall!”
My chest tightened the moment I heard that announcement, and that was because Edward’s gaze instantly shifted to me.
The way his widened eyes stared in my direction caused me to be nervous. What was on this dense boy’s mind? Could he really…
“Oh, yeah, and that student must have registered as a participant of the Martial Arts Division, obviously,” Klaus added.
Those words saved me as I gave a sigh of relief while noticing a teary look from my pupil and companion.
‘Pfft. Did he really think of picking me?’ I mused.
Obviously, the contest wasn’t going to allow Magic Users to fight Martial Artists. That was completely imbalanced.
Still, the fact that Klaus failed to mention a restriction in Classes meant that Klaus could indeed pick a competitor from his Lower Class… maybe even challenge seniors!
‘I wonder what the tournament executives are thinking by doing this…’
If Edward wanted to, he could simply choose an opponent that guaranteed his victory. That was the obvious choice, no?
Giving him a blank check was tantamount to saying he could get away with an easy win if he so desired.
But…
‘Is winning the goal of the Martial Arts Finals, or is there something more?’
… I was curious about the outcome. One thing for sure was that Edward would never even dream of challenging a weakling.
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Since I knew the boy so well, it was easier to determine who he would go for.
The boy’s eyes darted across the stage as he met with the gaze of many—some of which gave uneasy expressions as their eyes met. I followed Edward’s focus, noticing as it trailed to the person I already suspected would be the obvious choice.
“You… I choose you!” Edward pointed in the direction of someone who sat in the Lower Class area… but in the Third Year angle!
Everyone gasped, and those who couldn’t really see the one Edward referred to seemed to struggle to take a better look. I, of course, already knew him well.
The boy in question was dazed, completely knocked out of the realm of expectations.
“W-wha—?!” I watched his lips form.
The boy comically looked around him, most likely expecting to see Edward’s finger pointing somewhere else, but from what he must have seen… no one else could have been ‘it’.
“I’m talking about you, spearman!” Edward yelled, finally hammering his point.
A smile played across my face as the senior was forced to rise and descend from his seat.
Most people would not have expected this choice, no, it was certain none did. A majority of the audience was most likely unable to recognize the one who slowly approached the stage.
But, Edward and I knew perfectly well!
It was the senior who lost at the hands of nine other contestants during the preliminary elimination round—The Battle Royale!
Edward and I had both passionately watched as this boy in question stood his ground and single-handedly fought back his aggressors. He didn’t give in despite the overwhelming disadvantage, and kept swinging his far-reaching weapon till he lost.
Many had forgotten already, but Edward clearly had that memory ingrained in his head. Judging the determined and respectful expression on his face, it was obvious that the boy thought very highly of the senior that didn’t even make it to the Quarter-Finals.
As soon as he got close enough to the stage, I watched Edward’s contestant pick his weapon—the Spear—and climb the platform where he would fight my pupil.
The crowd was still confused, but it seemed they had grown to accept the current matchup and went with the flow. Only true Martial Artists would actually understand what was going on!
“So, this is your choice? Alright, then!” Klaus spoke with finality and made his way to the end of the stage.
“Let the Finals of the Martial Arts Combat for the First Years… begin!”
One would expect this to be followed up by the clash of blades, but a lull took over the stage once the battle had been declared to commence.
Both boys stared passionately at each other, clearly having words they would like to render.
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“Why… why did you choose me?”
Of course, that would be the first thing the senior would ask.
Edward gave a proper smile and bowed slightly.
“It’s because I watched your fight with those other seniors and respected your stance. You were more honorable and skilled than the others, yet you never got that chance to display your skills…”
The senior bit his lip slightly, most likely remembering the humiliating moment where he was cornered.
“That’s why I want us to both give it our all! Let’s fight—us Lower-Class Martial Artists… and show everyone what we can do!”
Edward’s voice screamed of juvenile enthusiasm, but that seemed to do the trick for the spearman senior.
He gave a soft smile, and what happened to be sparkles of tears formed in his eyes.
“Thank you… truly.”
Edward nodded and bowed once again in respect.
“May I ask for your name?”
Since he never made it past the Battle Royale, the senior’s name was never announced.
“I’m Jeffery Keener. You can call me Jeff, though.”
Edward sharply nodded.
“I am Edward Karl Leon! You can call me Ed!”
Both Martial Artists, as though long friends, gave each other mutual smiles and nodded. It felt like I was watching the reunion of an older and younger brother.
“Now, then, Jeff…”
“Very well, Ed…”
The voices of both boys simultaneously sounded.
Both gripping their weapons tightly and staring passionately at the other, they took their respective stances.
“… Let us begin!”
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The Hall was filled with surprise.
Put Moderator had just said the unbelievable and everyone was recoiling from his words. According to Klaus Tallman, a lecturer in his own right, Edward could pick his contestants.
“So, I can choose you?” Edward broke the silence by asking the most unexpected question.
For a moment, it seemed Klaus didn’t understand his question. When it finally dawned on him, the man gasped and took a step backward before bursting into laughter.
“No, no. Not Lecturers. Forgive me for not making things clearer.” I still sensed vestiges of amusement from the man’s voice.
“What I mean is… you, Edward, can pick a contestant from any of the students in this Hall!”
My chest tightened the moment I heard that announcement, and that was because Edward’s gaze instantly shifted to me.
The way his widened eyes stared in my direction caused me to be nervous. What was on this dense boy’s mind? Could he really…
“Oh, yeah, and that student must have registered as a participant of the Martial Arts Division, obviously,” Klaus added.
Those words saved me as I gave a sigh of relief while noticing a teary look from my pupil and companion.
‘Pfft. Did he really think of picking me?’ I mused.
Obviously, the contest wasn’t going to allow Magic Users to fight Martial Artists. That was completely imbalanced.
Still, the fact that Klaus failed to mention a restriction in Classes meant that Klaus could indeed pick a competitor from his Lower Class… maybe even challenge seniors!
‘I wonder what the tournament executives are thinking by doing this…’
If Edward wanted to, he could simply choose an opponent that guaranteed his victory. That was the obvious choice, no?
Giving him a blank check was tantamount to saying he could get away with an easy win if he so desired.
But…
‘Is winning the goal of the Martial Arts Finals, or is there something more?’
… I was curious about the outcome. One thing for sure was that Edward would never even dream of challenging a weakling.
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Since I knew the boy so well, it was easier to determine who he would go for.
The boy’s eyes darted across the stage as he met with the gaze of many—some of which gave uneasy expressions as their eyes met. I followed Edward’s focus, noticing as it trailed to the person I already suspected would be the obvious choice.
“You… I choose you!” Edward pointed in the direction of someone who sat in the Lower Class area… but in the Third Year angle!
Everyone gasped, and those who couldn’t really see the one Edward referred to seemed to struggle to take a better look. I, of course, already knew him well.
The boy in question was dazed, completely knocked out of the realm of expectations.
“W-wha—?!” I watched his lips form.
The boy comically looked around him, most likely expecting to see Edward’s finger pointing somewhere else, but from what he must have seen… no one else could have been ‘it’.
“I’m talking about you, spearman!” Edward yelled, finally hammering his point.
A smile played across my face as the senior was forced to rise and descend from his seat.
Most people would not have expected this choice, no, it was certain none did. A majority of the audience was most likely unable to recognize the one who slowly approached the stage.
But, Edward and I knew perfectly well!
It was the senior who lost at the hands of nine other contestants during the preliminary elimination round—The Battle Royale!
Edward and I had both passionately watched as this boy in question stood his ground and single-handedly fought back his aggressors. He didn’t give in despite the overwhelming disadvantage, and kept swinging his far-reaching weapon till he lost.
Many had forgotten already, but Edward clearly had that memory ingrained in his head. Judging the determined and respectful expression on his face, it was obvious that the boy thought very highly of the senior that didn’t even make it to the Quarter-Finals.
As soon as he got close enough to the stage, I watched Edward’s contestant pick his weapon—the Spear—and climb the platform where he would fight my pupil.
The crowd was still confused, but it seemed they had grown to accept the current matchup and went with the flow. Only true Martial Artists would actually understand what was going on!
“So, this is your choice? Alright, then!” Klaus spoke with finality and made his way to the end of the stage.
“Let the Finals of the Martial Arts Combat for the First Years… begin!”
One would expect this to be followed up by the clash of blades, but a lull took over the stage once the battle had been declared to commence.
Both boys stared passionately at each other, clearly having words they would like to render.
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“Why… why did you choose me?”
Of course, that would be the first thing the senior would ask.
Edward gave a proper smile and bowed slightly.
“It’s because I watched your fight with those other seniors and respected your stance. You were more honorable and skilled than the others, yet you never got that chance to display your skills…”
The senior bit his lip slightly, most likely remembering the humiliating moment where he was cornered.
“That’s why I want us to both give it our all! Let’s fight—us Lower-Class Martial Artists… and show everyone what we can do!”
Edward’s voice screamed of juvenile enthusiasm, but that seemed to do the trick for the spearman senior.
He gave a soft smile, and what happened to be sparkles of tears formed in his eyes.
“Thank you… truly.”
Edward nodded and bowed once again in respect.
“May I ask for your name?”
Since he never made it past the Battle Royale, the senior’s name was never announced.
“I’m Jeffery Keener. You can call me Jeff, though.”
Edward sharply nodded.
“I am Edward Karl Leon! You can call me Ed!”
Both Martial Artists, as though long friends, gave each other mutual smiles and nodded. It felt like I was watching the reunion of an older and younger brother.
“Now, then, Jeff…”
“Very well, Ed…”
The voices of both boys simultaneously sounded.
Both gripping their weapons tightly and staring passionately at the other, they took their respective stances.
“… Let us begin!”
The Hall was filled with surprise.Put Moderator had just said the unbelievable and everyone was recoiling from his words. According to Klaus Tallman, a lecturer in his own right, Edward could pick his contestants.So, I can choose you? Edward broke the silence by asking the most unexpected question.For a moment, it seemed Klaus didn't understand his question. When it finally dawned on him, the man gasped and took a step backward before bursting into laughter.No, no. Not Lecturers. Forgive me for not making things clearer. I still sensed vestiges of amusement from the man's voice.What I mean is you, Edward, can pick a contestant from any of the students in this Hall!My chest tightened the moment I heard that announcement, and that was because Edward's gaze instantly shifted to me.The way his widened eyes stared in my direction caused me to be nervous. What was on this dense boy's mind? Could he reallyOh, yeah, and that student must have registered as a participant of the Martial Arts Division, obviously, Klaus added.Those words saved me as I gave a sigh of relief while noticing a teary look from my pupil and companion.Pfft. Did he really think of picking me?' I mused.Obviously, the contest wasn't going to allow Magic Users to fight Martial Artists. That was completely imbalanced.Still, the fact that Klaus failed to mention a restriction in Classes meant that Klaus could indeed pick a competitor from his Lower Class maybe even challenge seniors!I wonder what the tournament executives are thinking by doing this'If Edward wanted to, he could simply choose an opponent that guaranteed his victory. That was the obvious choice, no?Giving him a blank check was tantamount to saying he could get away with an easy win if he so desired.ButIs winning the goal of the Martial Arts Finals, or is there something more?' I was curious about the outcome. One thing for sure was that Edward would never even dream of challenging a weakling.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com If you want to read more chapters, please visit NovelNext.Com to experience faster update speed Since I knew the boy so well, it was easier to determine who he would go for.The boy's eyes darted across the stage as he met with the gaze of manysome of which gave uneasy expressions as their eyes met. I followed Edward's focus, noticing as it trailed to the person I already suspected would be the obvious choice.You I choose you! Edward pointed in the direction of someone who sat in the Lower Class area but in the Third Year angle!Everyone gasped, and those who couldn't really see the one Edward referred to seemed to struggle to take a better look. I, of course, already knew him well.The boy in question was dazed, completely knocked out of the realm of expectations.W-wha?! I watched his lips form.The boy comically looked around him, most likely expecting to see Edward's finger pointing somewhere else, but from what he must have seen no one else could have been it'.I'm talking about you, spearman! Edward yelled, finally hammering his point.A smile played across my face as the senior was forced to rise and descend from his seat.Most people would not have expected this choice, no, it was certain none did. A majority of the audience was most likely unable to recognize the one who slowly approached the stage.But, Edward and I knew perfectly well!It was the senior who lost at the hands of nine other contestants during the preliminary elimination roundThe Battle Royale!Edward and I had both passionately watched as this boy in question stood his ground and single-handedly fought back his aggressors. He didn't give in despite the overwhelming disadvantage, and kept swinging his far-reaching weapon till he lost.Many had forgotten already, but Edward clearly had that memory ingrained in his head. Judging the determined and respectful expression on his face, it was obvious that the boy thought very highly of the senior that didn't even make it to the Quarter-Finals. As soon as he got close enough to the stage, I watched Edward's contestant pick his weaponthe Spearand climb the platform where he would fight my pupil.The crowd was still confused, but it seemed they had grown to accept the current matchup and went with the flow. Only true Martial Artists would actually understand what was going on!So, this is your choice? Alright, then! Klaus spoke with finality and made his way to the end of the stage.Let the Finals of the Martial Arts Combat for the First Years begin!One would expect this to be followed up by the clash of blades, but a lull took over the stage once the battle had been declared to commence.Both boys stared passionately at each other, clearly having words they would like to render.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com If you want to read more chapters, please visit NovelNext.Com to experience faster update speed Why why did you choose me?Of course, that would be the first thing the senior would ask.Edward gave a proper smile and bowed slightly.It's because I watched your fight with those other seniors and respected your stance. You were more honorable and skilled than the others, yet you never got that chance to display your skillsThe senior bit his lip slightly, most likely remembering the humiliating moment where he was cornered.That's why I want us to both give it our all! Let's fightus Lower-Class Martial Artists and show everyone what we can do!Edward's voice screamed of juvenile enthusiasm, but that seemed to do the trick for the spearman senior.He gave a soft smile, and what happened to be sparkles of tears formed in his eyes.Thank you truly.Edward nodded and bowed once again in respect.May I ask for your name?Since he never made it past the Battle Royale, the senior's name was never announced.I'm Jeffery Keener. You can call me Jeff, though.Edward sharply nodded.I am Edward Karl Leon! You can call me Ed!Both Martial Artists, as though long friends, gave each other mutual smiles and nodded. It felt like I was watching the reunion of an older and younger brother.Now, then, JeffVery well, EdThe voices of both boys simultaneously sounded.Both gripping their weapons tightly and staring passionately at the other, they took their respective stances. Let us begin!
