After he was officially announced as the winner of the match, the general confusion gradually passed. There were only those who had won something by betting on him, and even more who had lost by betting against him. There was genuine joy on the faces of the former, and on the faces of the latter... well, it was better not to even mention it.
'And anyway, what kind of madman allowed betting at the Academy?'
Rain wondered, seeing everyone's involvement in the subject. He was under no illusions that the academy leadership didn't know about it.
At this time, a group of elven women, led by Mythralin as usual, approached him.
"Congratulations, Rain."
"That was a great fight! A little dirty though..."
"I believed in you from the beginning!"
"Yeah, you couldn't lose...with such strong arms..."
Some of them blushed, looking at his forearms and remembering the act of their curiosity about human men's bodies.