(Elsewhere in the Association grounds)
While Team 3 celebrated their victory in the cafeteria, Team 6 stood in the shadowed courtyard, their mood starkly different.
Jackie lashed out, his boot cracking against the stone wall, "That damn bastard actually won." He shouted.
Second place wasn't just a loss—it was an insult.
Joseph and Violet sat at a nearby table, unbothered by his fury. Violet sipped her tea delicately, "You should calm down. Anger is terrible for your health."
"I don't give a fly f*** about health!" Jackie snarled, but after a seething moment, he slumped into a chair.
His fingers drummed against the table, lightning flickering between them, "I refuse to live in a world where Miles beats me at anything. The next event? They're going down. I'll make sure of it."
Joseph swallowed a bite of cake, "You realize the next test is a rescue mission, right? They'll grade us differently on how each team rescue a target from danger."
A bolt of electricity erupted from Jackie's clenched fist, scorching the grass, "Then I'll find another way to crush him. Doesn't what it is, I must remain victories over that danm emo bastard."
Violet and Joseph exchanged a glance.
"How about soccer?" Joseph suggested, "There's a court in the gymnasium. We can settle it there, besides it gives us an opportunity to learn our enemies skill outside of combat."
Jackie's eye twitched. Then, slowly, a grin split his face. He stood, draining his tea in one gulp, "Perfect. Let's go find them."
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(Back in the cafeteria)
Team 3's laughter was cut short by a voice like thunder.
"MILES!"
The cafeteria doors slammed open, Jackie stormed in with his teammates behind him.
Miles nearly choked on his drink as Jackie marched toward their table only to freeze when Miles wyrm materialized around Miles with deathing glare towards Jackie, "Don't hurt him," the wyrm murmured.
Arthur leaned back, "Can we help you?"
Joseph stepped forward, hands raised in a peaceful manner, "Just a friendly invitation. How about a game of soccer to pass the time?"
Gwin's eyes lit up, "Ohhh, a showdown! Yes!"
Miles wiped his mouth, wary, "Define 'friendly.'"
Jackie's grin turned feral, "He means a bloodbath-" but Violet gently bonk his head.
"A simple 3 vs 3 game. One striker, defender, and goalkeeper. Trigger are allowed but it can only be applied with our respective roles."
Arthur thought about it and smirk, "My, my. Now that sounds interesting."
Joseph smirked as well, "I'm glad to hear that you guys are interested in this. How about we start right away since the day is still young."