Facing the Coach

The students gathered around the coach, then prepared themselves to start the training session.

"Hurry up, you lazy ones!" shouted the coach in his booming voice, looking at the students with sharp eyes.

The coach began with quick warm-up movements, expecting his students to follow his lead. The hall was filled with the echo of the students' footsteps as they tried to keep up with his movements, focusing intently while sweat dripped from their foreheads.

After making sure everyone had mastered the movements, he clapped his hands loudly, signaling them to stop. "Good, very good!" he said, smiling proudly. "Now, split into four groups. You have five minutes to discuss your strategy. We'll start soon, and I'll evaluate each group individually."

As soon as he said that, the students scattered, searching for the best teammates they could find. Twenty students busied themselves assembling their teams.

"Hey, Oliver! Do you want to join us?" Max waved as he approached Oliver.

"Hi, Max!" Oliver greeted his brown-haired friend. "We need one more person. What do you think?"

Max pointed to two girls and a boy standing nearby. Oliver quickly recognized them.

"How did you get Camy to join us, you rascal?" Oliver said with a smile.

Camy was one of the top students in class, known for her tough personality.

"She owes me," Sam said with a proud smile, laughing.

"Alright, I'll join. Let's try to defeat our coach!" Oliver shook his hand, picked up a sword, and headed toward the group.

Three boys and two girls gathered enthusiastically and began discussing their strategy.

"Okay, Oliver and Max will attack directly. Ili and I will provide support. Arda will be the defender."

With her strong personality, Camy quickly took the lead in proposing the strategy.

Oliver looked at Arda, who was taller than the rest of the boys, and asked, "Can you really stop the coach's attacks?"

Arda looked at the coach with hesitant, fearful brown eyes and said in a low voice, "We'll see."

"Quiet as usual, Arda. Alright, we'll count on you."

After the allotted time had passed, the students began heading to their designated positions.

"Damn, I hope the coach isn't in a bad mood today," **Ava** said anxiously.

"Don't worry, we won't die, **Ava**. At least not today," Alex replied.

**Ava** picked up a wooden bow and soft-tipped arrows prepared for training.