Ranking Match (3)

"You look to be in pain, Want me to help you?"

A childish voice rang out in my ear. I raised my head while still hugging myself.

A child around five-year-old can be seen sitting on the ground crossed-legged with his hands in his legs-gap.

He has a smirk on his face that is not suited for his face at all. His facial features are cute and his figure is slim. He can easily be mistaken for a girl.

"You are really pathetic, aren't you?"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh."

I scream in pain as my body as I rolled on the ground. I am feeling nauseous it is like putting salt in injury-no, It is more like someone threw a salt jar on injury.

"Enjoy it, you son of a bitch. That's what you deserve even you know that."

A faint laughter rang out in my room with my scream suppressing it. I can't hear it clearly because my ears are only filled with my own screams.

*

I stretch on my desk as there is still some time before class start.

"Ethan, this might be your chance."

Lucas said while sitting beside me. He is turned around in my direction as he said.

I raised my head and turn to him. "What are you talking about?"

"This might be your chance to hook her in your basket?"

Of course, I know who he is talking about. It seems he is not going to forget about it. I really hope he stop mentioning Miss Chloe.

"One of the most beautiful talented women with rich background will get impressed by an orphan Rank G- boy with no background and abilities?"

Lucas was taken aback by my answer. He answered with a embarrassed smile. "I was trying to cheer you up."

"Well, you did. Now, I want to murder someone." I also said sarcastically.

He said with a smile. "Rest assured; you are lucky one today. You can kill people as much as you want."

He continued. "Ethan, Your situation is similar to a person who is married to most beautiful women but he can't sleep with them even if he wants to. You want to kill someone but you can't."

I said in loud voice. "Hey, don't use such a shameful and scary metaphor."

Lucas laughed in my misery. He seems like he is enjoying it.

"Class is starting."

*

All Classes ended without any problem. Actually, The Class that I am always worried about is Miss Chloe's Class.

Right Now, I don't really have time worry about her.

My matches are schedule to be today and I have to fight F-Ranks for God's sake.

Reaching Training Hall, I went toward stage for ranking matches.

I am a little nervous. On second thought, I am completely nervous. I have plans but my reality and my thought see no reason to get along with each other.

My opponent is standing along with the teacher who will act as a referee. Referee seems annoyed with me for some reason. I guess Lucas was right when he said I have knack for making enemies.

Audience? Who the hell got time to waste on lowest ranking students?

I reach the stage and looked up at my opponent. He seems bored as he just wanted to end this faster. He is rank-498 Tanon. I am challenged by Rank 498,496,495 and 492 today.

Referee looked at me and said. "Where were you until now? You are five minute late if you didn't come sooner I would have declare you disqualified."

I just give him a nod. I really don't give a damn about his inconvenience!

He just snorted and looked at my opponent. He also gives him a nod.

"Rules are simple as long as one of you give up match will lose or if neutralize your opponent or push him out of stage you win."

"Start the Battle."

He dashed forward and I unsheathe my sword from scabbard. I was bending my body to dash but he was already 1m away from me. I hurriedly back off bring my sword up to defend.

Clink.

Metal clashing sound resounded as he diagonally slashed at me from downward. My whole body got pushed back in air. The force vibrated through my whole body as I was lifted in the air.

'Damn it!'

He didn't give me the chance to feel the pain as he run toward me with a curve path. He slashed the sword horizontally while I bring my sword to right side, parallel to my body to defend it.

Sword clashed and I was thrown away. Again! My body was in air due to last clash and he didn't let me balance my footing in ground; I was again in air. My sight caught him running toward me again with a curve path. My body feels numb and I can already see myself losing. If I use my sword to skit, He will just attack me with that opening.

Quick Draw.

He was already besides me and my foot touched the ground. He swings his sword and I spin on my toes furiously and create a strong swing with my spin and attack with my sword.

Cling.

This time I just skit a meter and stop right there. I look in eyes and found a calm that says 'this game is mine.' And he is right if I let him win, that is.

I fall back and he swings his sword fully but it didn't hit me. He pushes forward and starts slashing his sword multiple times.

Quick Draw.

My vision slow down and I can barely see the trajectory of his attacks. With no choice, I pushed backward and dodge his strikes.

"Is running away like a rat is the only thing you know?"

"It's still better than someone who can't even catch that rat?"

His face twitched and his swing became stronger but his attack pattern became visible. I dodge them at last moment and keep falling back.