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.