Class Battles

In the sky appeared a projection of a piece of paper. On it were class names and the competitors in the class, and next to them was the enemy. My name was in class 20 and next to class 18, I looked over at my class which was still in dis-function. Luckily, I had already taken steps to discipline the class into obeying. I just needed to exert a bit of my will and they would earnestly obey.

"First battle class 1 vs class 3, please go up to the stage." The assistant headmaster said in a booming voice

Then the two classes went down on both sides there were only 1 people worth noting. One was on class 1's side and had a bulky body and an ax for a weapon. He had swarthy skin that was like a tough hide, and a bloodthirsty look. Class 3 reluctantly entered the arena, they were a total of 10 vs 10.

In just a short moment class 3 became disordered, no one had enough charisma and power to lead. So they just attacked the swarthy youth intent on gaining limelight. A youth tried to use a sword to cut at the swarthy youth, but he just blocked it and threw the sword away along with the youth.

Intimidated the class 3 members moved back, and the class 2 members moved forward. Sword and fists clashed as the sound of metal clanked and blood flowed. The swarthy youth cut all adversaries down with a single ax swing.

"He's Samuel the third year from the Brendan Barbarian Clan." Said John in our class

If there is anything that John had going for himself, it was his knowledge of the various noble families. But that itself wasn't worth much just like John.

"No wonder, he has no form at all. What kind of knight has no grace at all?" A noble said in a sneer

'Do all nobles love posturing this much? One swing of his ax would have him begging.' I thought to myself

The fighting proceeded quickly and class 3 had already lost its will to fight. Some purposefully trying to leave the stage, but being unsuccessful due to Samuel's immense speed. As Samuel took out the last of class 3, class 1 members started to cheer his name in happiness. Purely by battle prowess, he made them capitulate.

"Class 1 is the winner." The assistant headmaster said in a cold voice, he expected class 1 to win, he just didn't think that class 3 would be that terrible. They had no cooperation, their individual strength, and talent was subpar at best.

"Class 2 vs Class 4, get into the arena." He said once again in a booming voice

In class 4 was a short boy that was pale and had a small dagger. He was inconspicuous but what highlighted his power was the fact he was the center of the class. Everyone followed his advance on to the arena, and quietly focused on all his gestures. I could feel his stats from his aura, for his level they were strong, but from my perspective, they were petty at best.

The battle started out simple class 2 was united. Not by a single leader, they had a group of their stronger people leading. They started the battle simple, they attacked the little boy. Their swinging sword was misdirected by his short little dagger and quick movements. He would block the swords and then engage in physical combat using his free hand.

He already knocked down 2 of the attacking leaders, the other 2 were forced back. The class tried to follow the commands of the leaders, but they were all contradictory. It caused a standstill because they didn't know who to listen to. The little boy capitalized on that moment by directing his class to attack.

They engaged in an attack and flee strategy, with a few people stopping the retaliation. This method wore down class 2, he chose it because overall the strength of class 2 was higher than class 4. He himself may be stronger than anyone in class 2 but his class wasn't very strong. So he dedicated himself to holding everything down himself and using the class as his sword.

"Jerome of the Blackfell Clan, blessed in the arts of subterfuge, he's one of the second years," John uttered solemnly to his commoner followers. The fighting intensified as Class 2 became tired, Class 4 stopped the fleeing tactics and stuck to fighting directly.

They cut down the members of class 2. Pushing many off the arena and leaving very few to fend for themselves. Some even collapsed on their own from their fatigue, making the fight wrap up even quicker. Jerome took a wait and see approach, letting his class finish the rest of the fight.

"Class 4 is the winner. Class 5 and Class 7 come on up."

For the rest of the battles, I spaced out, uninterested as I had already evaluated them all as weaklings.

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"Grandfather, why didn't you tell them to let Lucas skip the cooperation section?" Elton said intently to Isaiah

"You know full well, how important cooperation is for a knight. Lucas needs to learn that, the flame princess and sword king both learned it at his age." Isaiah said in solemn wisdom

"I understand that grandfather, but Lucas won't even have a chance at the national tournament," Elton said in anxiety

He rather liked his new disciple, although he was willful. Reminded him of himself when he was young, he wanted to see how far he could go.

"Who said he won't have a chance? I may be old but I still hold a lot of say in the kingdom. Plus who said I have to do anything, the king already has his eye on Lucas." Isaiah said with a smile

Elton had a premonition in his heart

"You can't mean...She would never approve. Remember what she did to the last person, the king suggested?" Elton said in a scared tone

"Priscilla re-educated him at the behest of the flame princess..." Isaiah said in a dark tone

"But that won't happen, hopefully even then it will be a crucible for Lucas," Isaiah said wryly

"You bastard no one deserves that. You know what she does to re-educate...." Elton said in sadness

"Then teach him to work well with others, and avoid needing the help of the king," Isaiah said

"Alright, I'll trust your judgment," Elton said reluctantly

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"Class 18 and Class 20, please come on stage."

"Winston he's the recruit, that you were talking about right?" A young man with messy brown hair and a smooth complexion said as he looked at Lucas

"Yes he's definitely the one, top 1000 in only 4 months. 2 months have already passed since then, no one knows how strong he is now." He said in a stern tone

"He's still only a first year if we can't even handle him and his weak class. Then what's the point of being upper-class men?" He said with pride as he looked at the crowd of disjointed class members in class 20

The factions were the most divided of all the classes, with no clear leader it was similar to class 2. With pressure, the sheep wouldn't know who to follow and would become easy pickings. The only people he thought had some strength was Carol, John, Raynard, and Lucas. Even then the only threat he felt was from Lucas, but luckily they were much more united and had better numbers overall.

"That Lucas is an enemy of Raynard and Carol. You know Gavyn right?" Winston said to the young man

"Yeah, the arrogant mage?" The young man said in anger

"They are major enemies, I think we could even get them to attack Lucas," Winston said in a sneer

"The class became seriously splintered a while back, the noble families of the students even tried to pressure the school due to the situation," Winston said

"Really was it that bad?" The young man said in surprise

"Why do you think that the assistant headmaster said that in his opening speech. He never did so the other years, it was all because of this class." Winston said as his eyes gleamed with ill intent.