Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Ch 17.2

The school fencing match is a tournament-style match using real swords and will be the basis for our graduation exam score.

Victory and defeat are determined once someone either verbally concedes, goes beyond the circular boundary drawn on the ground, or any body part, aside from the feet of course, touches the ground. The rules are very straightforward and simple.

Of course, if someone cheats or does something like deliberately injuring their opponent, they will be disqualified immediately.

The teachers are scattered throughout the hall, watching the match from various angles. If they deem the situation to be getting dangerous, they can rush inside the fighting grounds and stop the match.

And since the students can hurt or even kill someone with the swords, the school physicians and town doctors are gathered inside the simple treatment center built beside the venue. If someone gets injured, they can immediately be treated.

They have thoroughly prepared for every situation.

Among the prepared seats in the outfield, some lavish VIP seats are placed at the middle, complete with a covering on top of them.

These seats have the best view of the match, and seated there are some people wearing blue stand-up collared uniforms similar to those of the military. They also had imposing and long blue cloaks and expensive-looking longswords covered with gold and silver ornaments beside them. They are knights from the Royal Knights Order, around six or seven of them there.

Sitting next to them are three or four important-looking old men wearing long coats and hats made out of expensive fabric. Seeing the embroideries of swords and shields on them, I realize that they must be the executives of the Royal Knights School.

On their other side are the headmaster and the other teachers, talking to the knights and executives with smiling faces.

And while waiting for their turn, some students are stiffly sitting on the benches placed right beside the battle ground.

The schoolyard has set up four fighting areas for this match.

Even so, there are around sixty competitors, so it will still take some time to reach the finals.

I tiredly heave a sigh.

The match has started. I’ve been doing well and keeping my winning streak.

It’s actually going extremely well. Many students have never used a real sword before, so they’re too scared. Oftentimes, they can’t even fight properly.

They get cold feet the moment the match starts. After a few clashing of swords, they would immediately yield, or even intentionally go out of bounds.

Isn’t it better for the school to stop using real swords?

This doesn’t feel like a match anymore.

Is this really okay?

“It’s like everyone quickly gave up the match.”

“That’s a given! There’s no way that they can win against Lian-sama!”

“Right!! The winner has already been decided even before you fight!!”

“It’s over for them the moment they enter the battle ground!”

Are you all being a little too hasty?

Suddenly, a shrill voice rang from beside me.

I turn toward the source of that bustling sound. It turns out to be from Alfred’s fight.

His opponent is desperately running away before going out of bounds.

Him too, huh. Looks like that guy is doing well too.