Crossing The Mental Line

Chapter 7: Competition Rivalries

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Everyone stood on the gravel road, awiating the fiery tongue-lashing of Mr Ace.

"You ignorant fools! I left all of you there in that hall for you to explore, and the next minute, poosh! You disappear, as if your bodies were never there in the first place. What is this monstrocity?!"

Everyone hung their heads in shame, as Mr Ace's thick Swiss accent resounded through the air.

"Whatever, we have to address the fact that our driver is gone and that we have a competition upcoming. It is in 1 week and I expect every single one of you to be training hard for this. It is arduous and long, but industriousness should never be forfeited. Enter this ring and begin your dueling with a partner." He sashayed off and went away to some admin staff of the ring, leaving the Firsts standing on the gravel road leading to the ring.

Carl turned to his right, and saw Val.

"I guess I'll partner you.  I don't want those stuck-up snobs as my dueling partner. Besides, you seem more... worthy of an opponent." Carl mocked.

Val rolled her eyes at his flattery and sarcasm, all packaged up into one sentence.

After all the Firsts had assigned themselves to various partners, despite some grunts of those who were obviously displeased with their partners, they grabbed some blunt swords and began training.

Val and Carl were poised right in the middle of the ring.

Her posture and stature, made her seem ferociously unbeatable.

Within seconds, the clanging on swords were heard all around.

Carl began attacking, and Val defending.

It was obvious Carl had had some training prior to this, because the way he swung his blade back and forth, seemed frighteningly good.

Val blocked his attacks with difficulty, but gracefully.

Carl was actually shocked. He had trained with one of the best weaponry masters in Switzerland before.

Yet, Val, who definitely was not skilled in the blade, could block his attacks.

It was intriguing.

He began to wonder, who was Val? Why was he such a softie for this hard-headed girl? What has she done to the renowned, hard-hearted, Carl?

Val noticed his sudden change in attention. Using this to her advantage, she abruptly switched from defending to attacking.

However, due to her lack of experience, she held the blade wrongly, amd instead of hitting her opponent's blade, she had hit his arm, causing the blade to fall out of his hand, and for him to wince in minor pain as he sunk to the floor.

"Ow!! What was that for?" Carl yelled in frustration.

Val stood there, agape.

"I'm so sorry, here, let me massage it for you!"

Before thinking twice, she had bent down to his level and softly rubbed the sore area.