Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 58

58 – Battle against class (1)

‘Mmm… ….’

Nick Claude.

One of the boys in Class 1 A, he was scratching his cheek shyly.

How did this happen?

He looked around awkwardly. That is, the atmosphere in the classroom.

In normal times, it would have been noisy without anything special, but today was different. Had to be different.

Nick turned his head slightly to look at the window. To be precise, the two men and women sitting by the window.

One is Beatrice Louise, famous as a saint of the Order.

And the culprit who made the ivory-haired girl turn her head the other way as if she didn’t want to look at her was Dante next to her.

The members of the four specially admitted students in the first year who were assigned to Class A and Class B, two each.

They didn’t seem to know about it, but Beatrice and Dante were celebrities in class A more than I thought.

I wasn’t just talking about the commotion in the tower of the dormitory on the first day. More than that, it’s the focus of attention because they’re special admission students.

Isn’t that the golden dragon’s chosen son of talent? Even if you think simply, it could not be denied that it was a timber that would lead the continent in the future.

Whether it’s voluntary or unwilling, these two don’t get along well with other students, so their friendship isn’t very wide…….

Nevertheless, the influence they had on the classroom was not small.

Nick turned his head as naturally as he could, fearing that he would be noticed. Then he laughs bitterly inside.

‘Looking at this calming atmosphere right now, well.’

Nick recalled the commotion from earlier.

It might have been a mistake to keep watching because I thought it was an exciting composition in its own way. I should have dried it sooner.

‘Hmm… ….’

Of course, he judged that the Cold War was unlikely to last very long. At first glance, it was only a short-lived quarrel.

Maybe other students know about it.

The fact that the atmosphere inside the classroom was so subdued was not a big reason.

It’s just that they don’t want the first couple in school to break up for an insignificant reason.

To put it vulgarly, should I say that I hope that one of the many spectacles at the academy, ‘watching other people’s love stories’, will continue steadily?

If it’s rude, it’s rude, and if it’s inappropriate, it’s not wrong either.

But Nick had no intention of pointing out the hobbies of his classmates.

He felt sorry for Dante or Beatrice, but the reason was simple.

To be honest, he was the type who secretly enjoyed watching himself too!

‘This can’t be helped.’

Nick nodded his head solemnly.

Yes, this is not strange.

This is an academy, and the gathered are inexperienced students who have just become adults.

If you don’t pay attention to the element of dating, that would be rather strange.

If you have a justification for it, you could say it’s helping a friend’s relationship. Either way, Nick tended to think of Dante as a close friend in his own way.

Besides, it wasn’t really wrong to say that it’s just fun to watch.

Nick glanced at Dante, covering the corner of his mouth that kept trying to rise. Then he looked at the expressions of Beatrice, and then the other classmates.

An unbearable smile appeared on Nick’s mouth, which was covered by his hand.

He knew.

In fact, Dante did not become the ‘ideal handsome boy’ that some female students think.

Her looks definitely stand out. Her slightly long flowing silver hair and mysterious blue eyes.

There are probably not many freshmen who haven’t lost their eyes at least once.

But when we started talking to him, he was rather easy-going.

The tone of speech is not angular. It was hard to say that the conversation style that gave off a feeling of freedom was well mannered.

Unlike that aristocratic appearance.

He himself doesn’t seem to know how his classmates perceive him either.

‘It was amazing, that.’

He’s not saying it’s bad.

Aside from being a bit surprised when we first talked, Nick also liked that part of Dante.

The only thing that Nick finds funny is the fact that Beatrice and Dante’s love affair doesn’t just feel romantic, as some young girls deify.

In fact, wasn’t that aspect clearly revealed this morning?

Laughing, Nick recalled the joke between Dante and Beatrice.

As a bonus, those fists full of holy power.

‘I feel sorry for those who imagined a sweet love story between a noble saint and a commoner boy.’

To be honest, it’s not like he himself never had similar thoughts. He was anyway he knew the truth now.

Especially because he felt that this wasn’t too bad while watching.

Anyway, that made him even more curious.

‘Who will win?’

I feel like I said it a little impulsively, but even so, I can’t pick up the words once I’ve brought them out.

Nick once again remembered the morning.

A bet made between Beatrice and Dante.

In other words, ‘who can make one friend first’.

To be honest, I wondered if this was really something to bet on, but I didn’t say it.

If you do that, you’ll only end up swearing at yourself.

Nick made a wise decision.

I just decided to watch.

No matter which side wins, it doesn’t change the fact that in the end this is a very pleasant spectacle.

Knock!

“What? What’s the atmosphere like in the classroom?”

Nick let out a silent laugh at the suspicious voice of Gold Dragon Tsumei, the teacher in charge of Class A, who had just arrived.

*****

Battle against half.

There is nothing to explain. Because it has a literal meaning.

There are about 100 students in the first year of the academy, and they are divided into A and B classes respectively.

There is no particular standard, but that is why there is a tendency to regard each other as rivals.

As originally intended by the academy, competition and confrontation were being encouraged in many ways. Very frankly.

The battle against the class was also part of that.

In terms of scale, it wasn’t that big.

Compared to the sports competition that will take place after the midterm exam, it is hardly a skirmish.

However, that did not mean that the enthusiasm of the students was not so great.

Rather, the scale was small, so the students had no choice but to boost their motivation because it was the first Dalian against the entire school year after admission.

Should I call it a pushover?

In short, at this time, a class that can surely hold down the other class will be able to gain momentum in the athletic meet that will be held one month later.

There are many accidents and incidents, our academy is nothing to say even if it is a pseudo educational institution, but it is still a school product. These youth & hot-blooded events appeared quite often.

“Okay, align both sides. Class A should gather to the right, and class B to the left.”

The gymnasium right next to the main building of the academy, where all the students gathered.

It is different from the auditorium where the entrance ceremony was held. Because this is a space entirely prepared for exercise.

I moved to Class A’s location following Helena’s resounding instructions. Even so, I looked at the gym, and it’s definitely a large space.

Wouldn’t it be okay to call it a grand banquet hall rather than a gym?

Since the number of students is large, the space can easily accommodate hundreds of people. In the middle of it was a platform that was stacked one story high.

In other words, the stage. Or you could call it a dueling ground.

It reminds me of the guys who will soon hit and fight from above. Who wants to participate

Just because it’s an anti-class battle, well, it’s not like throwing over 200 people in one place and telling them to ‘kill each other’. If that’s the case, you won’t be able to afford it.

That’s why the method I chose was the representative competition.

A total of 20 people, 10 from each class, and the one with the highest final score wins.

It was a simple but surefire way.

Of course, I have no intention of going out.

‘Is there anything I can do to burn my classmates after I go out… ….’

Or I’ll be burned to death.

While muttering inwardly, I took a step back.

You won’t get a very good look either way.

In that case, it would be better to stay away and watch.

Once I thought so.

“Then, please wait for the special admissions students of each class for the vanguard battle.”

“?”

So right after that, Helena couldn’t immediately react to what she said, and she had no choice but to get on the ice for a while.

What?

*****

As far as I know, the anti-class battle is not a very important episode. Like the group training on the second day after admission.

But speaking of the process, I remembered it roughly.

First of all, when students who wish to participate in Dalian raise their hands, 10 students are selected at random.

Of course, the player naturally became one of those 10 people, but I know that the other 9 people are really random. Because it was a format in which the participating members changed for each play.

So I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand on that stage unless I volunteered…….

‘…… Students admitted under special exceptions are forced to participate. What is this?’

It was an unexpected development, so I was a bit taken aback. Leaving aside the possibility of bumping into the two special admissions students from Class B, the fact that something has changed in the course of the story means that there is a cause after all.

I turned my head and looked at the back of the stage to find out why.

Next to Helena, Tsumei is resting comfortably, leaving everything to her.

I broke through the wall of her raucous students, approached her, and spoke to her cautiously.

“Hey, dean.”

“Huh?”

Since he claimed to be the teacher in charge of Class A, Tsumei, who had no choice but to accompany him, had a very subtle expression on his face.

Her

Rather than looking bored, it seemed to be caused by the guys in her B class staring at her with a frightened gaze, unlike her class A, who was slowly adjusting to her.

Anyway, it wasn’t important to her right now, so I lowered her voice and asked her.

“Is it true that special admission students are required to participate? Was there such a thing as a vanguard war in the first place?”

In spite of my doubtful question, Tsumei didn’t take it too seriously. But she was only checking the reverse.

“Did you know? That the anti-class fight wasn’t originally like this.”

“…… Oh, that.”

I flinched for a moment, but then I just nodded my head thinking that it was ridiculous to come up with excuses for things like this.

Tsumei also continued, not paying much attention.

“Well, actually, there is no need to go this far just because you are a special admissions student. It’s hard to say it’s a preferential treatment, and it’s kind of like saying it’s not. I know right now, even in the second grade, I picked a few of the kids I wanted and proceeded roughly.”

I thought to myself without answering. First of all, I’m saying that things went the way I knew until last year.

Is something different now?

That question was immediately resolved by Tsumei’s words.

“Nothing else, it’s because of you. You.”

“Yes?”

Tsumei points at me and frowns vaguely.

I was taken aback, but Tsumei’s behind-the-scenes remarks clearly erased my embarrassment.

“There is a lot of talk about your admission qualifications. It’s not too bad, but enough to be a little noisy.”

I paused briefly, and a little later I understood what he meant.

If it’s a rumor about my entrance qualifications, I’m sure…….

“…… Is this really a person who deserves special admission, or something like that?”

I asked, and Tsumei smiled and affirmed.

“Yes. You know, but compared to the other three, you’re a bit unknown.”

“Um… ….”

I couldn’t bear to say that and only slightly frowned.

To be honest, it’s not that there isn’t much, it’s safe to say that there isn’t at all.

One is the granddaughter of the Sword Master, one is the successor of a famous spearman, and the last is the daughter of a goddess.

It wasn’t strange to wonder what the other guy was doing as it was the fourth exception. And also to raise questions.

Anyway, I understood the reason why the way the class was suddenly changed.

Not only that, but also Tsumei’s intentions.

“It’s better to show off your skills once in a while.”

My words mixed with a slight sigh made Tsumei shrug her shoulders.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really care either way. The special case selection has been at my discretion since a hundred years ago, but I don’t care what other people say. I hope the hell has a stake in the academy, what do you do? Not to mention the students complaining.”

But, Tsumei added, looking up at me.

“Still, if you want to be comfortable, it would be better to organize it and go. It’s not difficult, is it?”

“Mmm.”

I sighed briefly.

It was exactly as she said.

If you think about the gazes other first-year students sometimes look at me, it wasn’t necessarily only positive emotions.

Even if it’s not something to be called negative, I felt enough suspicion. Guy Nick once said something similar.

‘Can’t I help it?’

As I thought about that while frowning for a moment, Tsumei, who had been staring at me on such a day, suddenly sighed and burst into laughter.

“What do you find difficult? It’s not like I’m nervous about sparring with the kids. On the subject that you did well against me.”

It was a bit ironic. It seemed like he was jokingly sarcastic with his weekend work.

I laughed and retorted.

“That and this are a bit different. If you make a mistake, the other student will be in danger.”

Whether it’s me or my opponent.

In either case, the risk factor was sufficient.

I meant that it would be better not to do it if possible, but Tsumei covered her mouth with an exaggerated attitude at my cautious words.

“You mean that it didn’t matter if someone like me became dangerous?”

“… ….”

I replied with cold eyes.

What nonsense are you talking about when I can be fine no matter what I do, you man.

Soon, Tsumei relaxed her expression and let out a giggle.

It wasn’t a particularly funny joke.

“Well, try it anyway. How long can you not control your strength? It’s like falling down every time.”

That’s true, though.

“You said you took Flugel to try something out of it in the first place.”

…… That too, though.

Please stop staring at me suddenly.

“Ha ha.”

I sighed and scratched the back of my head.

Well, there was nothing wrong with Tsumei’s words.

Because you can’t make excuses for force control or penalties forever.

I took one glance at the flugel hanging from my waist, and then I made up my mind.

I looked at Tsumei again, and she smiled at me as if encouraging me to cheer up.

“Just hurt my nephew. Then you die by my hands.”

“… ….”

I wasn’t.

Diring!

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[Sub Quest]

Beat the other student as one of 10 members of Class A in the Class Match.

-Do not collapse due to the penalty of superpower.

– Do not use abilities that exceed the durability of Flügel’s demonic sword.

-Press the Divine Spear of the Finnea family with force.

If successful, a small amount of CP (Clear Point) is paid.

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