180 – Athletic Meet
“Oh, it’s annoying, but do we have to do it?”
I fully sympathized with Rachel’s grumbling. Honestly, I’m sure most of the other kids feel the same way.
“The weather is gloomy…”
“Looks like only one person is excited here.”
While the students were standing on the playground, only the PE teacher, who was talking excitedly at the inquiry table, was happy with her mouth wide open.
Today is none other than the magic academy sports meet.
I don’t know why they are doing it, but all the competitions that took place today had to be won with pure physical ability without using magic.
I don’t know if it’s a normal school, but it’s a memory of school days full of romance in its own way.
This is definitely a magic academy. Except for a few special cases, the students at this school were full of schoolboys who were crazy about magic and looked at books all day long.
I’m sure there aren’t any physical students who like physical education.
But most of the sports they enjoyed also used magic.
To compare it, it feels like Quidy X from Sea X Porter.
Anyway, the conclusion is that the students are not very squeamish, and the response is not good enough to be dissatisfied.
But what can I do? Not only the PE teacher, but also the teaching staff are looking good at the PE competition.
It’s probably because the pretext of training my relatively lacking stamina sounded quite plausible because I was too focused on studying magic.
No, in fact, the more fundamental reason is that they do not suffer.
It may be a nasty sign that he will leisurely watch the students run to their deaths.
“I should just run moderately and then go in and rest.”
“Maybe everyone is like that?”
How many people would do their best in a useless situation like this?
It’s not like there’s a decent reward for winning.
“Ah! I forgot to mention the reference. There is a very special prize at stake for the winning class today, so I hope you all do your best!”
After excitedly talking about the opening ceremony, the PE teacher added a word at the end and the situation went strangely.
A special reward? Seeing you say that, it looks like you’ve prepared something, but since you didn’t tell me what it was, all sorts of guesses popped into my head.
Since this happened, the surest way was to check the reward after winning.
If that’s the case, I’d be very exhausted if the reward was trivial, but wouldn’t it be better than the feeling of regret when I missed out on a great reward right in front of my eyes?
Other students bored on the playground seemed to reach a similar conclusion. The eyes that had been dying from boredom began to slowly come to life.
It was the same with our class.
“I don’t know what it is, but I wouldn’t be so confident without anything. Let’s win whatever we do and get a special reward!”
Our class, centered on class president Yulia, declared that we would do our best to compete for the championship.
Rachel, who had already started warming up by stretching, muttered in her bloody tone.
“If it’s like this and it’s nothing special…”
It’s scary. The ending didn’t follow, but rather it stimulated the imagination and made it even more frightening.
Is it just a simple delusion that reminds me of the end of the PE teacher who has become a five-year-old?
The rules of the athletic meet were simple.
The 1st grade is divided into 1st graders, and the 2nd graders are divided into 2nd graders and compete against each other in a class competition. The final ranking is determined by summing the points according to the ranking in each event.
For reference, the 3rd year was not at the current academy because they went on field training.
It may seem like a large scale since all the students except for the 3rd year participated, but in fact, the number of students in the academy itself is not very large, so if you put them all together, it wasn’t that many.
In the first place, it was a structure that had no choice but to have a small number of students because it was rare to be born with magical talent.
About 30 students per class. It is easy to see that there are close to 150 students per grade, about 5 classes per grade.
“The first sport is soccer.”
It is said that soccer is played in a tournament style. Since there are five classes, the mismatch between the first and second graders was solved by drawing lots.
And our class was chosen by lottery.
“What’s the difference between a sophomore and a sophomore? Just think of them as the same opponent.”
The number of people participating in soccer could be considered as including all male students who could play moderately. Regardless of my will, I was naturally included.
When it was our turn, the female students sitting on the bench cheered us on.
“Fighting! Crow cheer up!”
“If I can’t score a goal, I’m behind!!”
Unlike Yulia, who is kind even when cheering, Rachel’s threatening cheer is very extreme.
Wouldn’t it be better if you just ran instead of me? Seriously, not joking.
Soccer, which started like that, was not at a high level, even with empty words. Seriously, I wonder if it would be right to compare it to the soccer of ordinary middle school students.
I’m not very athletic, but being among these weak nerds, I’m on the relatively good side.
With no special technique, just running while catching the ball was enough to break through the defense.
“Wow!! Well done!”
Still, I wasn’t the ace of my class. In fact, there was a body that was so outstanding that I was embarrassed to even give out a business card, and it was Layered, the main character of the original work.
In fact, if you think about it a little, it was a natural result.
Layered was not an ordinary wizard, but more like a magician who uses a sword as his main weapon and uses magic as an auxiliary tool. The guy who had been constantly training his physical strength was an existence that was outside the standards of a wizard.
So my first priority was to pass the ball to Layard as soon as I got it. Even if you did that, he took care of the rest and connected it to the goal.
“Heh. Heck…”
No matter how long it’s been since the game started, the second-year opponents are already struggling and about to die.
Unfortunately, the kids on our team are not much different, except for Layered.
With me, who was moderately prominent, and Layered, an overwhelming balance destroyer, the result was too one-sided.
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Just like that, without a single moment of crisis, he won the victory smoothly.
As we went through the stages of the tournament, the same pattern as the first match was repeated over and over again, so we reached the final before we knew it.
As we alternated between the 1st and 2nd year games, it was almost time for lunch.
It looks like the schedule will start again in the afternoon after taking a short break over lunch after the finals.
“I just play soccer in the morning.”
“I did play other sports in between.”
“Still, I think it’s true that soccer is the main event in the morning, judging from the score distribution.”
As I was taking a short break on the bench before the finals started, the kids naturally approached me.
Yulia sits next to me with a wide smile on her face.
“Were you originally this good at soccer?”
“A. I didn’t do anything.”
Then Rachel responded quickly.
“Hey. Aren’t you greedy for goals? Don’t just pass, hit the shot. This is frustrating!”
“It’s much safer to give it to Layered without having to do that, but why?”
“Ah… Done. Let’s just not talk.”
Following Rachel who hit her chest as if frustrated, even Yulia smiled a little awkwardly and said.
“Of course he is doing really well right now, but I also want to see Crowe score great goals. Maybe Rachel and Sharon think so too?”
Okay. I don’t know about anyone else, but Sharon just doesn’t seem to have any thoughts.
As I stared at her with her sudden curiosity, Sharon glanced at me in her direction and replied.
“Maybe.”
That was a very vague answer. But since it’s not negative, it’s good to put it in.
All three of them say that, but as a member of a fantasy quartet, there is no way you can’t help but live up to expectations.
Anyway, considering the aspects that have emerged so far, there was a high possibility that the final would end in a one-sided victory without a major crisis.
So let’s think about scoring moderately in the second half.
The finals started like that. The composition of the match was surprisingly quite intense.
It wasn’t as easy as I thought, as if my opponent didn’t make it to the finals for nothing.
Well, if you think about it, it didn’t make sense that there were only weaklings among all of them, even though they were lively teenagers. The opposing team didn’t have a special ace like us, but the overall level of players seemed to be one step higher than ours.
Thanks to that, I almost ran out of stamina in the second half. Unlike before, when I ran moderately and controlled my stamina, there was no problem, but this time it was really not easy.
The current score is 2:2.
If we go on like this, we will probably win with a golden goal.
A ball that stopped an opponent’s attack and came into us. Actually, this was the last chance to attack.
I was momentarily conflicted when I received the ball passed to me.
If we were greedy for goals here, we could lose. As the number of points at stake in soccer is high, it must be very difficult to win the athletic meet.
You have to make a realistic decision. I gave up my greed and chose to pass to Layered, which was a winning strategy.
As expected, Layered breaks through the opponent’s defense with great physical strength. It was like a main character.
Shooting opportunities created. The moment I felt comforted that I could just score a goal and win.
He suddenly passed the ball back to me.
“Huh?”
Surprised for a moment, the opponent’s goalkeeper was already focusing on the ace, Layered, so he couldn’t pay attention to this side. After checking the open goal, I stopped thinking and hit the shot.
Splash!
A cool goal that hits the goal net.
At the same time, the whistle blew to signal the end of the game.
Looking at Layered with a bewildered expression, the guy smiled and stuck out his thumb.
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