I Became A Third-Rate Villain In The Hero Academy [On Hold]

Chapter 83: Maybe That (2)

All of the lectures for the 7th week's Friday had ended.

Friday meant a break from the boring routine of the academy, a day without any practical evaluations.

As a result, the students seemed full of life, particularly the boys, who were practically buzzing with energy.

"Hey! Anyone who wants to play football, come. Today, Eshild, our football club's ace is playing! ...Huh, you there? We're not inviting the baseball guys. We're playing a real man's game."

"Real man's game? That's baseball. Ever comeback in the ninth inning, two outs? Bet you haven't. You wouldn't know that thrill if you've played football all your life."

"Thrill? What thrill? Baseball is more like a picnic. You get a kick out of picnics? You might need to see a therapist. Imagine thinking a sport where an old, fat guy can go pro is thrilling."

Among the students, baseball and football were by far the most loved sports.

Male students, even after they graduate and become heroes, still enjoy these two games.

The boy who'd been teased about baseball was getting heated.

"Overrated is what football is, just needing one ball. We're future heroes, have some dignity. Aren't we above football, a game for folks too poor to afford a bat and a glove?"

"You done yet? Talking nonsense. You ever play a sport while eating? That's leisure, not a sport. And aren't you a commoner? Since when do commoners know dignity?"

"True, but once I graduate, I'll be a semi-noble~ You, though, a viscount, won't even get into the noble alliance~ Maybe that's why you're stuck playing vulgar football."

"You son of a-!"

The two boys locked in an argument now had each other by the collar.

No one stepped in to separate them.

Instead, it seemed to energize the crowd.

"Look, guys! Those baseball guys are here again! The ones beaten by the Knight Department!"

"Without Eshild, you guys lose to the Knights' Department too! You're acting high and mighty, but you're nobodies! We'd get it if you were royalty. But viscounts and barons? You're no better than commoners!"

What started as a friendly rivalry between baseball and football enthusiasts quickly devolved into a class battle between commoners and nobles.

"Hey, calm down!"

"Max! Which team are you on? Football or baseball?!"

"Er... I... I don't know. I just like fishing..."

Max's quiet words went unnoticed in the frenzy of the football and baseball guys.

"Come on! Max is a baseball guy, look at him. He's built like a slugger. Just needs a bit of polish. Max! Join the baseball club now."

"No way, Max is clearly a football guy. He's got the god-given gift of a goalkeeper!"

The situation was tense.

But it swiftly cooled down.

"...."

All the students in the heated debate turned their attention in one direction.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The sound was from the shoes of Aisha, the academy's idol.

Her every move was watched by the students.

For the teenage boys, just beginning to show interest in girls, she was too much.

So much so that they momentarily forgot about their love for baseball and football.