Chapter 58: Focal fights (2/2)

Ayrin heard some mumbling but he didn’t clearly hear the words. He happily turned his head around and asked Kybaver, “Kybaver, what are you mumbling about. Are you hungry too?”

“Get lost! Don’t talk to me, you’re annoying.” Kybaver shouted gloomily. He was thinking, right now, after being beaten up, he wished nothing better than to puke out everything he had in his stomach, and this guy’s actually still asking him if he wanted to eat something?!

“Wait for me here then.” Chris covered her mouth and smiled, entirely devoid of the air of a master. Then she disappeared from the rest area in an instant.

“She’s not as scary as they say, she’s pretty cute. In fact she would make a pretty good girlfriend.” Kybaver enviously watched Chris’ back and whispered, “She’s not crazy at all.”

“Are you talking about Chris, of course she’s not crazy.” Ayrin only heard the latter part of Kybaver’s words, hence he seriously said, “Just a little face-blind.”

“She only cares about training usually, doesn’t communicate with people, and has a little facial blindness to boot. I also heard she doesn’t have many friends in her grade. Why’s she so familiar with you,” Kybaver jealously said. They kept calling Chris the Amazingly Crazy Girl, and rumors said she was weird and fearsome, but she was after all the idol of Holy Dawn Academy, and she also looked beautiful, that earned her enough bonus points. If a boy could truly make Chris his girlfriend, then this boy would naturally gain a lot of face.

In fact, for youngsters like them whose dreams just set sail, they didn’t have much understanding about love. Everything was very hazy. Many boys would often recklessly chase after a girl or another for some reason, then feel that their love was a matter of life and death, feel that they couldn’t live a single day without their partner. And then, when they finally parted ways, after waking in dire pain, they would realize they were still alive and kicking. Perhaps, not many days later, they would be completely healed and rushing onto the next battlefield of love, until the day the hot-bloodedness of youth drifts past and they reach true maturity, only then discovering what genuine love was.

“Since she usually looks so normal, so cute and so easy-mannered, why does she have to train so painstakingly, why does she hang the slogan of becoming national champion on her lips all day long?” Such a thought once again popped in Kybaver’s brain. He couldn’t resist looking at Ayrin and asking him in all seriousness:”Why does she want to seize the final victory in the great tournament, there must be some special reason. Ayrin, since you’re so familiar with her, do you know the real reason why?”

“Ah?” Ayrin shook his head. “No idea, I didn’t ask her. What I think is, if there’s really a special reason, then she’ll tell me if she wants to tell me, and if she doesn’t tell me it must certainly be because she doesn’t want to.”

Kybaver looked at Ayrin’s face, not uttering a sound for a long while.

Ayrin rubbed his face, curious, asking, “What?”

“Nothing.” Kybaver said, extremely depressed. “I’m just looking at your head. It looks very normal, so why does it always seem like what’s inside isn’t the same compared to the rest of us?”

“Not the same?”

Ayrin smiled, embarrassed. He said, “I just think that, if you want to help a friend, then just help them. You don’t necessarily have to ask your friend why they want to do that thing.”

“…” For a little while, Kybaver didn’t know what to say. There was only a voice inside his heart telling him that it was certainly better to be friends with a guy like this than be enemies.

…

As the selected went on without interruption, final victors also emerged from the other groups.

In the stands however, the gazes of the vast majority of spectators stayed locked on two persons.

One was Ayrin, someone no one could see through, someone that couldn’t be predicted using common sense. The other one was Bora, someone with stunning strength, to the point almost every participant in the selection thought he was certainly number one.

Everyone was waiting to see who their next opponents would be.

In the hearts of many people, they even felt that Ayrin and Bora were the hopes of Holy Dawn Academy in the main qualifiers to come.

“Bora against Leila!”

“Ayrin against Rogrid!”

At long last, the tournament bracket featuring the twenty powerhouses left was publicly revealed.

“Rogrid?”

When everyone’s eyes gathered on these two focal fights, Ayrin couldn’t resist poking Kybaver beside him, asking him who on earth his opponent Rogrid was.

“You’re hurting me on purpose right?” Kybaver’s face paled when Ayrin pokes just happened to land on the painful spots on his chest. He helplessly pointed at one side to someone tall and skinny. “That’s him… A powerful figure in third year. He’s expert in ‘Crashing Flow’ and ‘Sand Scorpions.’ The method you used against Rowan is pretty useless against him. If you can’t think of some other way, then you might as well admit defeat and be done with it.”

Ayrin observed Rogrid.

This was a tall and skinny boy. His neck seemed longer than usual, but other than that his appearance was very ordinary. When Rogrid found out his opponent was Ayrin, he also turned his head this way, and when he noticed Ayrin also looking at him, he smiled and nodded, seeming very friendly.

“I know about Crashing Flow, it’s a waterfall-like stream of water that rushes my way.” Ayrin actually acted a little furtive, asking Kybaver in a low voice, “What kind of arcane skill is Sand Scorpions now?”

“An arcane skill that gathers sand and gravel from the ground and shapes them into many sand scorpions.” Kybaver glanced at Ayrin and explained, “Those sand scorpions won’t attack him, but if you approach one or if you carelessly step on one, then it’ll give you a sting you’ll be hard-pressed to forget for your entire life. You can imagine the feeling of a pointy thorn pricking inside your flesh, then turning back into several dozen grains of sand and gravel boring into your flesh.”