Chapter 54: Group of Lazy
"...the outfit is nice..." Someone wearing a pretty plain dress of pink and white, even if these clothes were barely distinguishable as her whole body seemed to be covered entirely in her brown hair, said in faint approbation as she looked toward Clair.
Her appearance was enough for me to identify her as Caitlin, someone who barely ranked to the fifth level because she forgot to reopen her eyes when she closed them, and decided to just sleep in the middle of the battle. So it is evidence that she was also a member of our class.
Beside her stood a girl who was wearing a more monochrome dress that ended up in a skirt. Her eyes were neatly tied up as she stood behind Caitlin. "You heard the mistress, she wants your outfit, so give it to her."
This person was much less distinguishable than Caitlin, but that's also what made her stand out from the rest of the students. Her name was Marley, and there wasn't really anything noteworthy about her performance. She also ended up on level five, but the only reason she stopped was due to her lack of power rather than a mistake of her own. Well...some people may indeed consider her weakness as being a mistake, but I'm not among these people. All that is important is that she's among the other classroom, the one where the teacher actually believe that their student may have any worth.
"...no...that's not what I mean."
"You heard the mistress, she doesn't want your outfit, she only likes to look at it, so only wear that for the rest of your day."
"Is everyone here sincerely liking this humiliating costume? Is it a collaborative effort to prank me? Or is it just a new form of...gmh!" Cynthia suddenly placed her hand in front of Clair's mouth to make her shut down.
"Sssh! There are kids around."
"Gmh!" Noticing that she wanted to say something, Cynthia removed her hand just to be met with the spite of Clair.
"We're all kids here! She must be able to learn what it is one day!" Clair pointed toward a little girl wearing a cute blue dress...and eating one of my poképuff innocently.
I also recognised her...well to be honest, it was Iono who somewhat knew all of them, so I simply remembered all the information she shared with the audience, some were even surprised by how much she knew about them...well, there was one person she didn't make any comment on...myself, but I still ignore if it was because she didn't feel the need to say anything at this point, or that she genuinely didn't know anything about me.
Well in either case, this little girl was called Poppy, and she was apparently the youngest pokemon wielder that managed to get qualified, and not even as the weakest of the bunch. She did manage to reach the sixth tier with relative ease...the problem is that she also reacted in a way worthy of her age when she lost...crying.
But seeing her now enjoying MY poképuff, I think she's rather happy.
"...I...I think it is still rather important that...that she discover this type of stuff...in a more professional setting...who knows the kind of damage that can happen in her private life if she learn it in such a vulgar manner." Shauntal tried to point out, but she got shut down by Clair's glare.
"Who even are you!?"
However, her intimidation was halted by a swift strike to the head from nurse Joy. "Someone who seems to have a better head on her shoulders than you currently do!"
The Blackroot clan member pouted at the aggression while rubbing her head. Of course she wasn't in pain from the hit, Nurse Joy would never hit her that hard. She just found the situation annoying.
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