Chapter 82 (2/2)

“Wanna try us?” challenged the mushroom with a mocking smile.

Still, Gorms wasn’t provoked, and replied with a calm,

“One day.”

Rizil the mushroom scoffed while the long-haired Luca thrust his finger conceitedly at Doug.

“And Doug! I saw you just now! What the f.u.c.k was that supposed to be. It’s fine that you moved into the Northern Dorm because there was someone you had to fight, but you look awfully used to this hole of a dorm! You’re like a wolf without its claws and fangs! You’re like a dog!”

Fii grew angry.

“How dare you treat Doug like a dog! Take that back!”

(You’re one to talk…) thought every member of her dorm.

Luca narrowed his eyes.

“Who the h.e.l.l are you…?”

“I’m Doug’s friend, Heath! I won’t let you make fun of Doug!”

The opinions of her dormmates aside, Fii really was rather mad.

Their relations.h.i.+p hadn’t begun as a pure one, but Fii still considered Doug as one of her more important friends.

And as for Luca, her opinion of him had gone from ‘totally different’, to ‘totally, totally, totally different’.

In response to Fii’s words, Luca smiled and dropped his stance a little.

An instant later and he was standing right in front of her.

(So fast…! Well, still slower than Doug though…!)

Fii’s eyes were wide as Luka held her chin and then drew her face near.

“It’s not a bad thing to have energy, but if you’re too energetic, this cute face of yours might just get hurt.”

“Stop…!”

Yet another instant later, Doug had broken in between them to s.h.i.+eld her.

“Heh. Wanna go? The way you are now I’ll have no problem beating you,” Luca responded.

As the two boys glared at each other, a voice sounded from behind.

“Luca, Rizilm cut it out. We didn’t come here to pick a fight with them,” said a black-haired, bespectacled boy.

Yet again, the boys of the Northern Dormitory were thrown into a frenzy.

“That’s Percil! The three-time consecutive winner of the Youth Swordsmans.h.i.+p Compet.i.tion!”

“Are you kidding me…!”

Fii glared at him.

“Then what did you come here for?”

Percil was unflinching however, and replied calmly,

“Allow me to apologise for the rudeness of my group. We are apprentice knights from the Eastern Dormitory. The reason we have come is to pa.s.s on a message.”

“A message…?”

All of the Northern apprentices seemed confused.

Luka scoffed at them and held out a piece of paper.

“We’re here to tell you lot about the Northern-Eastern Swordsmans.h.i.+p Compet.i.tion!” he declared.

“The Northern-Eastern Swordsmans.h.i.+p Compet.i.tion…?” echoed Fii.

Percil nodded.

“Indeed. Three weeks from now there will be mock battles between the members of the Northern and Eastern Dormitories. It will be conducted as a compet.i.tion and each dorm will elect five members each. Please make sure to prepare.”

“Struggle as much as you like.”

“The knight captains of each division will be coming to watch. Try not to embarra.s.s us.”

With that, the three boys left both the paper and the Northern Dormitory’s training grounds.

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