Chapter 68: First match ever (1/2)
Chapter 68: First match ever
Inside the Ivy district, Moss was curiously looking at Ayrin. “You’re very familiar with Rinloran? Why don’t I know anything about it?”
Ayrin seriously said, “Yeah, didn’t he talk with me during class, we even fought a brawl together.”
“Just that? You didn’t even exchange ten words putting all of them together. If that’s called very familiar, then I’m also very familiar with him.” Moss couldn’t resist grabbing his red hair, momentarily speechless.
But then Ayrin even said, “Oh, if that’s the case, let’s go look for him together then.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot that we had an argument back at the registration already?” His face filling with black lines, Moss felt the urge to hit Ayrin. “You’re very smart when you fight, why are you so slow on the uptake the rest of the time?”
“What of it though?”
Ayrin grandly waved his hand off. “Didn’t you call me little shorty back then during registration, and during class you kept shouting at me to take a hike? Aren’t we good friends now?”
“…”
Thoroughly defeated by Ayrin, Moss could only speechlessly follow him as they ran into the forest of giant trees.
Ayrin and Moss followed the sounds inside, and only had to ask a few freshmen in the middle of their foundation exercises before they very easily found Rinloran training in a clearing inside the forest.
“Rinloran!”
Ayrin happily greeted Rinloran the moment he saw him.
“What?” Rinloran looked at Ayrin and Moss with some curiosity, a very icy expression on his face.
“You’re so clean! You’re this clean even when training.” Ayrin looked at Rinloran and enthusiastically said, “I heard you wash several times a day, you wash your clothes many times too, is that true?”
Moss’ vision almost went black on the spot.
Even if you want to worm your way into his good graces, there’s no need to say something like this right?
As expected, Rinloran’s face also seemed to grow some black lines. “Ayrin, what on earth do you want?” His tone became even colder.
“The tournament is tomorrow already, brave warrior! You’re very strong, the teachers and us all hope you can join our team. Come join us, let’s train and fight together,” Ayrin said, brandishing his fist.
“Not interested.”
Just like boiling water meeting a block of ice, Rinloran spit out these two words without the slightest trace of hesitation, then turned away. “You should leave if there’s nothing else. I still need to train.”
“Everyone else do all they can to become a member of the team and to participate in this tournament. Why don’t you join when you have the possibility to?” Ayrin asked, not angry, merely curious instead.
“Because I particularly hate this tournament and these fights.” Rinloran said with clear loathing in his voice, “You’re free to think that I’m not brave enough to participate in this competition.”
“You have the courage to challenge even teacher Huston, have the courage to fight senior students in order to help us, how would you lack bravery?”
Ayrin shook his head. “Plus, if you have no interest in the battles between arcane masters, no interest for this tournament, why would you work so hard on your training?”
Rinloran’s body stiffened faintly.
But the next second, he once again said in his icy-cold, remote voice, “Am I not allowed to just hate it? Also, I think there’s no chance in hell for a school team like this one against an opponent like Divine Shield Academy. Try to win against Divine Shield Academy first before coming and urging me to join!”
“Ok! You’ll join us as long as we defeat Divine Shield Academy?” Ayrin’s eyes lit up.
Rinloran stayed silent for a moment, before saying, “I was just casually saying that just now. I won’t become a member of the team no matter what, I won’t participate in the tournament.”
“If that’s the case, can you come watch our match against Divine Shield Academy tomorrow?” Ayrin said, still fervent.
“I don’t want to talk any further about this. I can leave if you guys aren’t leaving.” Rinloran seemed to have reached the end of his patience. His silhouette flashed away as soon as his voice fell, jumping on a tree branch in front of him, then he continuously leaped up the tree, leaving at flying speed.
“Worthy of the high-level elven bloodline teacher Carter talked about. What a strong balance and nimbleness, he’s jumping so easily on this branch and on that twig, he jumps so far with every step. These branches are even shaking but he never falls, that’s really awesome.” Ayrin looked at Rinloran’s exceptionally lithe and graceful posture and gasped in admiration, “Really pretty, really beautiful.”
Rinloran’s originally steady body suddenly quivered out of nowhere, almost falling headlong from a tree branch.
“He’s giving you that attitude right out of the gate, that doesn’t make you angry?”
Looking in the direction Rinloran’s silhouette disappeared in, Moss couldn’t help but gloomily ask Ayrin, “Why do I hear about you going angry at Rowan in the selection?”