Don't Need It

In the centre of the training arena, watched by dozens of students, I drew the sword I borrowed from this academy.

While my opponents were five people consisting of three women and two men, one of the men used a shield the other used a sword.

Olivia shouted to support me, "Beat them, Zack; you can touch my chest later as a reward."

"It makes me jealous, and I want to beat that guy up."

"That's right, and I'll be pissed if he wins."

The goddess managed to heat the atmosphere.

"As the headmaster of this academy, I say the sparring match begins."

The five students stepped forward. The first ones I had to watch out for were the shield users; people who don't look strong are sometimes extraordinary.

Two people took the first slash I passed with flying colours, and the sword emitted a light that could explode from afar.

It was some magic sword. Two more followed with the same attack.