The training with Frederick was quite fulfilling.
Not for me, but him.
I was beaten blue-black unable to stand with each part of my body aching.
Still, I was at the profit cause after training, Frederick gave me some low and some intermediate health potions.
I also brought one of the stamina potions instead of drinking with me without Frederick notice.
My skills have been improving rapidly.
3 days have gone since I have been sparing with Frederick.
Combat Class.
"It has been over a week since you have entered".
" You have now pretty much got used to the academy ".
" Today for a change I am gonna allow you to spare with each other. We will be doing it in 3 teams".
"We will divide according to rank. 1 Star vs 1 Star,
2 star vs 2 stars, 3 stars vs 3 star".
"Second years are going to be the referee in this matches and will prevent anyone if there is a dangerous move".
" I am warning you, this is a friendly match so no breaking of bones or hands. You can also admit defeat before the match if you are afraid".
"Now all forms teams according to your rank."
"Your opponent will be decided randomly and displayed at a screen at the side".
"We will begin with 1 star".After speaking Harris stood at the side.
George vs Lang
Karja vs Rolce
Next Lucas Vs Kale.
I got in the stadium walking the stair. It would be a lie if I say I am not nervous.
With all eyes glaring at me like they want to make a hole inside.
" Hey you piece of shit. Admit defeat. My time is precious you know".
Starting with their garbage talks. These third-rate villains always behave as if, taunting their opponent before a match is their birthright.
Kale has a silver bloodline. He surely looks down at me.
Without any guard, he sure gonna be easy to defeat.
"Begin," said the second-year student.
Kale dashed forward slashing his fist towards my face. Tilting my head I ducked the blow and using my left hand, I locked his hand using his shoulder.
Lucas threw a punch at his gut.
Bang...
Not missing the opportunity I kicked at his right thigh pinning him on the ground.
I clenched my fist deciding to give a strong blow to his face.
"Defeat.. Defeat. I admit defeat".
" Tsk coward".
'Just as I was about to enjoy the moment this bastard gave in.'
Letting go of my grip around his hand I backed away.
[You have gained 1000 experience]
A line flashed at my retina.
Widening his eyes as if he got a Christmas gift and a very valuable one, Lucas looked at Kale for a moment.
You can get exp just by fighting and defeating them.
Seeing the notifications I felt as I have lived my life in vain.
Huh.
Friendly spar with Frederick didn't give me experience points maybe only where both parties are serious I will get exp.
'Hmm. Wait when did I ever beat Frederick.'
'I will leave it for now. I will find it one day.'
After fighting for another 2 rounds I reached the semi-final which was quite phenomenal, considering a low-class student like me.
"Hey did you see him. He might be a black horse among 1 Star".
" You surely overestimate a commoner he has only fought with 1 Star warriors with silver blood. The moment he stepped into the semi-final his luck will run out".
All the 1-Star, generally belong to the middle or lower hierarchy of the society.
Their training might be mediocre. But awakening at the age of 17 surely gives you the title of being a genius among your peer.
Listening to the whisper I accepted.
True I have run out of luck.
My next opponent was Brock, whose rank was around 1800.
1-star golden blood.
"You can use weapons and skills in the semi-final. Reaching here proves you are somewhat capable among your peers".
Harris ordered walking toward the stage.
We both took swords as our primary weapon.
We both took our swords eyeing each other.
" Begin".
On getting the signal without wasting time we dashed towards each other slashing our swords towards each other.
Clang... Clang.
Sounds of metal crashing echoed across the whole arena.
Brock sneered at me. Gripping his sword tightly he gave me an overhand cut. I parried it quickly, reflexively he gave horizontal slashed with his sword from another side which I parried again.
We moved back forth clashing. Finding no opening in my moves Brock started getting frustrated.
Brock was quite a capable swordsman, he transferred his strength and slashed quickly giving me quite a hard time.
I began to remember the training I do every day with Frederick. I decided to give try.
I parried the cut he threw raising my hands high, I threw a slash but while lowering down the blade instead of slashing I thrust my blade at his face.
Brock realising the previous move was faint tried to duck the tip. But it still passed through the cheeks.
Many of the students gulped seeing Brock nearly get defeated by me.
"Brock seemed to be in a daze".
I activated the flash step, I got from the system.
Leaving after images I appeared in front of Brock.
He was surprised by a sudden increase in speed raising his sword to defend.
Instead of slashing I rotated 180° arriving at its back with my sword handle I hit his head.
Bang...
Brock fell to the floor.
I thought I won.
Pretending to be injured on the floor, after felling down he kicked my leg. Seeing me falling towards him he swung his swords. The sword passed my stomach giving a deep cut.
Blood spurted out from the side of the stomach.
Brock being unable to accept his defeat tried to punch at my face.
Before he can kick.
Boom
With a kick, Brock flew crashing at the wall.
"Are you all right. Someone takes him to the hospital".
One of the second years raised me taking my hand on his shoulder. Carried me to the hospital.
Frederick glanced at me from the side.
He must surely want to come to lend me a shoulder.
I shook my head to stop him.
'This was my first grave injury after coming to this world.'I sighed.
With the blood loss, I was feeling dizzy.
It hurt like hell.
He put me down on the bed. Sitting on the stool beside me.
I leaned on the pillow putting pressure on the wound to stop the blood loss.
The nurse came giving a healing potion.
Gulped.
"Yack".
I was ready to throw off the potion. Its taste was too much bitter for me.
But biting my teeth I somehow managed to swallow the potion.
'Why does it have to be bitter? Can't they add flavour? '
Even in my previous life, I don't like bitter things.
Today surely was one of the worst days of my life
The cut started to patch up at a visible rate slowly, fully closing off.
" Rest for a few minutes then you can go away".
The nurse retreated telling me.
Seeing me dazing in thought.
"Don't think too much about it. You are the winner that bastard played dirty. "
"Who".
I said without thinking.
Blinking a few times he said," I am the one who carried you here".
"Sorry senior I mean what is your name and thank you".
I tried to turn the conversation around.
" I am Vikas. I am 3 star".
"Whoa, are you, Nobel".
" You can say somehow. My father is a knight in the Royal Palace but not high ranking".
Being a knight at Royal Palace is a good position.
Most of us passed out from the academy are chosen as soldiers.
Those who are highly talented can be chosen as knights.
A Knight must be at least a 5-star warrior.
After knights are chosen they again, have to go through various training which is not less than hell.
If someone has high potential, to become an 8 Star warrior, they are chosen as guardian Knight by the king himself who takes orders directly by a king.
Even a Duke has to pay respect to guardian Knight as they represent the king itself.
I must try becoming his friend, who knows he may be of some help.
"Senior do you think Brock will trouble me".
" He is not noble, except for a few verbal abuse, I dont think he has guts to do anything ".
" Rest in ease, I have to go as the matches are not over yet ".
"Wait I will also go".
After all, I can't miss the chance to see the main event.
After all today someone gonna be humiliated.
"Hehehe"..I smiled getting up from the bed.
