Popularity!

The next day at the academy, as Fixia and Sylphia entered their classroom, they were met with curious glances and hushed whispers. Word had spread about Fixia's duel with Georyy, and it seemed that Fixia had gained a bit of popularity overnight.

Before Fixia could even settle into her seat, one of her classmates eagerly approached her.

"Fixia! That was amazing! How did you manage to hold your own against Georyy?"

the classmate exclaimed, their voice filled with excitement.

More classmates soon joined in, their enthusiasm growing with each passing moment. Fixia felt her heart race, her quiet nature causing her to feel overwhelmed by the sudden attention. The barrage of questions left her feeling dizzy and flustered, as if a spotlight had been thrust upon her.

Sylphia, always attuned to Fixia's emotions, stepped in to rescue her friend from the overwhelming situation. With a gentle smile, she interrupted the classmates,

"S T O P!"

"She can't answer everyone's questions."

"And she doesn't seem well, with how many questions you people are asking."

Sylphia said and guided Fixia to her seat, creating a safe space away from the bombardment of inquiries.

"Aww! but I wanted to ask her more questions."

One classmate exclaimed.

Once they were seated, Sylphia turned to Fixia, concern etched across her face.

"Are you alright, Fixia?"

She asked softly, her voice filled with genuine care.

"I know you're not fond of getting too much attention."

"This sudden popularity must be overwhelming for you."

Fixia nodded, her breaths slowly steadying as she focused on Sylphia's calming presence.

"I appreciate the support, Sylphia,"

She murmured, her voice filled with gratitude.

"I'm just not used to being in the spotlight."

"It makes me feel uneasy."

Sylphia reached out and gently squeezed Fixia's hand, offering a reassuring smile.

"I understand, Fixia. You don't have to worry."

"I'll always be here to support you, whether you're in the spotlight or not,"

She said, her voice filled with unwavering loyalty.

As their classmates settled down, Fixia's attention was caught by a group of boys approaching her. As the group of boys approached Fixia, a smug grin played across their faces, their chests puffed out with false confidence. They seemed eager to test their mettle against the girl who had seemingly defied expectations.

"Well, well, if it isn't Fixia,"

One of the boys sneered, his voice laced with arrogance.

"I heard you put up quite a show against Georyy."

"But let's see if you're as impressive as everyone says."

Fixia's eyes sparkled with determination, her posture unwavering. She met their haughty gazes with unwavering enthusiasm.

"I'm always up for a challenge,"

She replied, her voice laced with quiet excitement.

"I'll be glad to show you what I'm capable of."

The boys exchanged glances, their smirks widening. They seemed convinced that Fixia's popularity was merely a fluke, and they relished the opportunity to put her in her place.

One of the boys stepped forward, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Don't think you're anything special, Fixia,"

He taunted, his voice dripping with overconfidence.

"You got lucky with Georyy."

"Let's see if you can handle us."

Fixia's enthusiasm remained unwavering as she faced their overconfident remarks. She refused to be swayed by their attempts to belittle her.

"Luck has nothing to do with it."

She retorted, her voice filled with conviction.

"I'm ready to take on any challenge that comes my way."

Sylphia watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and pride, standing by Fixia's side as a beacon of unwavering support. She couldn't help but be impressed by Fixia's ability to maintain her enthusiasm in the face of such haughty opposition.

Fixia readied herself for the challenge, her eyes focused and her spirit undeterred. She faced each boy with a calm confidence, listening to their overconfident boasts with a serene expression.

The boys couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt as they noticed Fixia's unwavering enthusiasm. It was clear that her popularity wasn't just a fluke; she possessed a strength that couldn't be easily dismissed.

As the challenge was set, Fixia remained eager, her voice carrying an unwavering determination.

"Let's settle this on the battlefield,"

She declared, her words echoing with quiet intensity.

"I'll give it my all, and we'll see who emerges victorious."

One of the boys, trying to regain his composure, spoke up.

"Fine, we'll settle this after class,"

He grumbled, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and newfound respect.

Fixia smiled, her enthusiasm undimmed.

"Sounds good. I'll be waiting,"

She replied, her voice carrying a hint of playful confidence.

Sylphia watched the exchange with amusement, recognizing the genuine excitement radiating from Fixia. She knew her friend had a knack for rising to challenges, and she couldn't help but feel proud of her unwavering spirit.

As class continued, Fixia's mind occasionally wandered to the upcoming duel. The moments between lectures were filled with anticipation and excitement, her thoughts focused on the battle that awaited her.

Finally, as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, the group of boys approached Fixia once again, this time with a more subdued demeanor. They had seen glimpses of her unwavering enthusiasm and determination throughout the day, and their earlier haughtiness had been replaced by a newfound respect.

Fixia stood up from her seat, ready to face the challenge ahead. She glanced at Sylphia, who gave her a reassuring nod and a knowing smile. With her friend's support, Fixia's confidence soared.

Outside the academy, away from the prying eyes of their classmates, Fixia and the boys prepared for their battle. The whispers of their impending duel carried an air of excitement, drawing the attention of a few curious passersby.

Fixia's enthusiasm remained undimmed, her spirit unyielding. As they positioned themselves for the battle, she met each opponent's gaze with a calm confidence, ready to showcase her true strength amidst the doubts and overconfidence of those who had challenged her.

And so, as the stage was set, Fixia and the boys prepared to settle their differences through combat. The clash of their swords and the flare of their spells would determine who would emerge victorious. Fixia's unwavering enthusiasm and determination would leave an indelible mark on those who had doubted her, as she continued to fight with fervor, ready to prove that her quiet strength could surpass even the most arrogant of adversaries.