"My swordsmanship had reached the intermediate level. It's really unbelievable. I thought I would be stuck in the beginner stage for years."
Advancing in weapon arts may be child play for some, while some spend their entire life honing their skills but are unable to advance a single step. On top of hard work and talent, one needs to understand the way of a sword.
"It seems while I had that weird trauma, I gained sudden enlightenment and made a minor breakthrough."Lucas rubbed his chin.
"With blessing, I can easily advance to 3-Star. It would also enhance my healing powers and fill me with vitality. Other people's strengths would also rise. This is a blessing in disguise. Before the tournament, everyone needs to get stronger than before so that they can avert another disaster."
Lucas sitting cross-legged picked up a spoon and started to concentrate on it. Keeping a steady breath he visualised the picture of a bending spoon in his mind.
As his consciousness sank deeper, mana started to swirl around the spoon. Lucas, who was in the crucial step, was suddenly jolted by the ringing of his smartphone.
"Hushhh...Who is it now?"
On picking up the smartphone, Lucas saw the message from the class group.
[Vagrave]:Class C-1 has advanced to Grade A. Grade A virtual battle is going to happen after two days so we will be participating in a strategy meeting tomorrow at 7 PM in the classroom.
Lucas after a single glance, kept the phone aside and went back to his training.
...
Next day in the cafeteria.
As soon as Lucas stepped in, he felt his body froze. The atmosphere was oddly cold. It looked as if blood was going to be splattered any moment from now.
Grabbing his food, Lucas was about to take his seat when Roan called at him from a distance. Lucas screamed in panic and waved his hand signalling him to stay away as much as possible however Roan misunderstood that Lucas was calling him and hurried his way towards him.
'Damn!' Lucas facepalmed.
'Why is he so dimwit'
Roan was in a separate class. Interacting with him or Frederick now was akin to calling for trouble.
BAAM!
Lucas ignored Roan, and just as he tried to sneak into the crowd a loud bang resonated in the cafeteria drawing everyone's attention.
Lucas's eyes fell on a huge imposing tall guy bulging with muscles colliding with a thin handsome boy. The tall boy was Ezekiel Holmes who was ranked 4.
"Hey, double battery single power. Don't you have eyes?"Ezekiel
"I am so..."
BANG!
Before the pitiful boy could apologise, he was hit in the face. His body swayed and the tray in his hands flew in the air and fell over a group of people.
Lucas whose eyes were glued on the tray sucked cold air seeing the person on which it fell.
"Charles.."
It wasn't only Charles, Frederick was also beside him.
"What is Frederick doing with him? And why the hell do both of their faces look swollen? Originally this should have fallen on Frederick.'
Many questions rang in Lucas's mind.
Charles's eyes darted across the room. Taking out a handkerchief, Charles wiped his face while speaking coldly.
"Just because I am staying low it seems some filthy dogs raising their heads are barking too much."
"What did you say? Did you just call me a dog?"Ezekiel roaring in anger walked towards him taking long strides.
"What you aren't?"Charles spoke with his annoying smirk and then his eyes flashed with chillness"If you aren't a dog stop behaving like one."
"Charles, keep your temper in check. Don't fly too much otherwise your fall will be very pitiful. In virtual battles, your class will be first to be cast out."
Everyone's expression froze for a moment.
"Why do you think so?"Frederick stood up glaring at Ezekiel.
Interchanging his gaze between Frederick and Charles, he laughed.
"Hahah!Charles you called me filthy then why are you mingling with a bastard carrying filthy blood."
"It's weird why the hell is Charles sitting with him?"
"It seems, he also had fallen from being noble."
"It seems after getting beaten by Frederick, he had no way out."
"Haha! He deserves it."
"What an arrogant bastard!Serves him right!"
The students started cursing Charles. Those who always wanted to voice out their words against him started to pour curses at him."
If it was the previous Charles, he would have already shouted screaming but this time Charles just stood there calmly.
"It seems you are confident that you will win," Charles asked, raising his brows.
"Your loss is imminent? You might have a top 3 rank but except that your class has no talents. Don't tell me you don't know. Ranks placed in each class are balanced. Since you have the top 3, others are just low rank."
"Ohh! Now that I remember, another low-ranking person is hanging around you who has become President's Secretary."
As soon as his words fell, Lucas who was watching through the crowd had a bad premonition.
Everyone around him jumped back in fright.
Lucas looked at them gritting his teeth,' What the hell did I do? Why is that fucker calling out my name?'
"Hey bastard, come here."
'Damn! Can't a guy simply eat his meal?'
Unlike the top 100, Lucas doesn't have the privilege to order food to his room so he can only take food here.
Sighing heavily, he kept back his tray and walked out. He can't back out now, can he?
"Is there something you need for me?"Lucas asked in a polite tone.
Pressing on Lucas, he pointed at Lucas and asked "Yes, there is. Everyone here is curious about one thing. How did you get the position?"
"How did you get it? What do you have that others don't? There were thousands of applicants but why are you the only one who is selected? Because of you, everyone else's application was rejected so tell me?"
"Yes, tell us?"
"Tell me, I have also applied."
"Why did I got rejected?"
The mob started to add fuel to the fire.
Lucas scratched his head wondering how to get out of this predicament.
"See, it's simple. It's because I am qualified."
BANG!
Lucas tilted towards the side as Ezekiel punched straight at Lucas's face. However, contrary to Ezekiel's expectations, Lucas didn't fall.
Hiding his shock, he shouted.
"Do you mean, I am not qualified and all those people who ranked higher than you also don't qualify? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Frederick and Charles were taken by surprise and jumped on Ezekiel.
"Stopppp!"Lucas screamed.
Cracking his neck, Lucas wiped off the blood from his lips and raised his chin to meet Ezekiel's gaze who was quite taller than him.
The temperature of the surroundings went down by a few degrees. Lucas's eyes darkened and his cold sharpened gaze startled Ezekiel.
In the deadly silence, Lucas's calm voice stirred the onlooker's heart.
"Do you think everyone is a fool? You created this whole scenario to demean class A-3 and band everyone on them during the battle royal.''
"What do you mean? Are you accusing me now?"
Lucas answered with a chuckle"Fighting in the cafeteria is banned yet you have already raised your hand two times but the staffs are still not making a move, which means…"
Lucas left the remaining words to people's imagination.
"It seems, bribery has been taking place here occasionally."
"Moreover, you hit that guy and out of all places, the tray came flying here and fall on Charles.No, it isn't Charles, you were going to provoke Frederick but since Charles is here you can't hit the two due to their status but it's different when it came to me."
"You….You are wrong."Ezekiel tries to refute the accusation but his voice falls short.
A wave of chilliness rose in the surroundings as Lucas directed his cold gaze at Ezekiel.
"Did you think I am so easy to bully? I don't know if you are envious of me or not but you should ask the president why she took me instead of coming to me?"
Snorting at him, Lucas walked back but his steps halted after a few steps.
"As per your question, by the end of the Battle Royal you will see by yourself why am I selected as President's Secretary."Lucas's voice filled with coldness echoed in the air.
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