Episode 242: National Collegiate League (7)
Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair stopped eating and frowned.
“Ugh, Varangian? Were they the outside guests? I was thrilled to learn that they were Themiscyra children again.”
“It’s obvious. At this time, if there were a large number of guests besides us, it would be Varangian or Themisquira.”
“wow. The inn looks very cramped when the Varangians enter. Is it because they are all so big? She should be 195 cm tall on average.”
“Ooh, I’m out of breath. i sweat It feels like it has narrowed ten times.”
“It looks like they’ve been marching somewhere. Seeing them sweat like that.”
As they said, the identities of those who entered the inn were the students of the Varangian.
“Oops. I’m glad I found a place to stay.”
“I was already worried about whether I should be homeless even before the competition started.”
“The kids at Colosseo Academy are nice. Thanks guys!”
“Hahaha- I’m more hungry than that, so let’s eat!”
“Oh, it’s buffet style! nice! Prepare for battle!”
The real men of Varangian went straight to the rice as soon as they entered the inn.
Colosseo’s students occupied the eastern half of the large banqueting hall, while the Varangian’s occupied the western half.
“Okay then, let’s scoop some food.”
There was an existence at the forefront of such Varangian students.
Jurassio Bakira.
The scar marks all over his body make him look like a huge beast.
Before long, he extended his tongs toward the meat on the large bowl in front of him.
The students of the Colosseo Academy watching it glanced at each other, wondering how much meat he would eat.
… … but.
“This should fill you up.”
With just one movement of the tongs, Bakiraga picked up a few pieces of meat and placed them on a small plate.
Seeing this, the Colosseo students sent a surprising look.
The fact that Bakiraga, who looked like she could eat a cow by herself, had the same amount of food as an ordinary girl.
However, the reaction of the Varangian students was quite different.
“Oh, Chairman, you are eating a lot today.”
“You eat 1.5 times more than usual.”
“It’s not good for your stomach if you overeat.”
“Well, I guess you’re going to sweat a bit with personal training later.”
What kind of reaction is this? I wonder if Bakiraga originally eats less here?
Around the time the faces of the Colosseo students became more and more puzzled.
… widely!
Bakiraga suddenly set the meat on a small platter on the buffet table.
And then
“Then I will eat well.”
I lifted all the meat from the huge buffet plate that remained.
Bakiraga, who took all the fish that looked like a dozen kilograms to her seat, swallowed them all in the blink of an eye.
“… … .”
There was a strange silence on the part of the Colosseo students.
The food of the Bakira family, which seems to be able to eat what seems to be a month’s worth of food in just a few minutes, is fed up with it.
Starting with this, the students of Varangian started robbing the buffet in earnest.
“When it comes to food, turnover is important! So please keep giving me the meat so it doesn’t run out!”
“Eating is unconditionally in the first 5 minutes! Beyond that, you won’t be able to eat much!”
“We prefer quantity over quality!”
“The meat eaten after the march is the elixir of immortality!”
Every time the muscle mass comes and goes, the food melts like pieces of ice thrown in the scorching sun.
Meanwhile.
“… … .”
Bikir was watching Bakiraga eating at the table across from her.
What Bikir was paying attention to was the choker around his neck.
‘Did your grandparents say they were from the Red and Black Mountains?’
The wild aura that subtly rises from the body of the Bakira family is indeed familiar somewhere.
‘Maybe they are quite related.’
Bikir also thought while fiddling with the choker around her neck.
Right then.
“Hey, if you guys eat everything, what are we going to eat?”
“Is this corrupt fellow crazy?”
A quarrel was heard in the center.
Two male students were arguing in a place where everyone’s eyes were focused.
A student from the Cold Weapons Department of the Colosseo and another student from the Varangian are seen fighting over the line at the buffet.
“Why did you cut in line and take the food! Wipe it all away!”
“It was because I burst inside while you were carrying food with tongs. You’re not going to eat or hold it because you’re chewing anyway.”
“But you can’t ignore the line!”
“Where are the lines at the buffet!”
When the person in front of you is limping when you spread food in a long line at the buffet, and you want to eat other food in front of you, can you pass him or not?
This is a long debate that has been going on since ancient times.
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In the end, the two male students of Colosseo and Varangian began to confront each other with a fierce momentum.
“Ah, this lump really doesn’t work. Is your brain full of muscles?”
“I was afraid that if I got angry, I would lose muscle, so I was going to just skip it, but I couldn’t. I’ll have to chew on some anchovies.”
The criticisms of the two were not aimed at the other individual, but because they were embracing the whole, so they naturally supported their colleagues around them.
“This is why I shouldn’t have accepted those muscle idiots. When I changed from a single room to a double room, I was kind enough to do it.
“What do you know? We paid our tuition and came here too. There was a problem with the inn we booked, so the owner sent us here. Why should we look at you? We are victims too!”
“You guys should have slept outside if we hadn’t yielded!”
“Haha, did you guys give in? You professors and our professors all agreed not to blush between acquaintances.”
“We voted whether or not to accept you guys! 93% voted in favor, how dare you betray that favor!?”
“Then you must be the 7% against it? Haha- In the first place, we have many former mercenaries, so we are used to sleeping outside! If anything, vote again! Because we can get out!”
Before long, a large male student from the Varangian side stepped forward.
Bolly Bollason. A former mercenary guild in the north, he was currently the first year chief at the Varangian Training Center.
With a height of 217 cm and a weight of 150 kg, he is not too far behind even if compared to the Bakira family.
When Bolason stepped forward, the boys at Colosseo seemed to flinch as well, but then took half a step back.
“Oh, where do you fish for minnows? Why is the sound of these tiny little people jumping so loud?”
Bollason deliberately holds his head high and looks around, pretending he doesn’t see anyone.
Because of the huge height difference, all the male students in Colosseo are only making faces of resentment.
but. Even compared to Bollason, there was one person who was not far behind in his weight class.
“Can’t we have a little quieter meal?”
Sancho Barataria. He gave it to his intimidated friends.
With the big Sancho stepping forward, Bollason couldn’t be too proud of his size.
But that didn’t mean the fight was over.
“… … Aww. Who is this?”
Bollason, who recognized Sancho’s face, pretended to know.
“Aren’t you a coward who ran away after the Varangian’s entrance exam? How is it, Colosseo as cozy as a child’s cradle? Is he generous enough to treat even a coward who has run away?”
It seemed that Sancho was unhappy about going to the Colosseo despite coming first in the Varangian’s entrance test.
Even Sancho recorded 1st place in the Varangian, while he recorded 5th place in the Colosseo, and entered the Colosseo even at the risk of it.
Since a talented newcomer gave up Varangian and went to Colosseo, it is inevitable that the world will see that the two schools are clearly divided.
As a Varangian, of course, there is no choice but to be dissatisfied.
“joy! I guess I was in bad shape when taking the Varangian entrance exam and in good condition when taking the Colosseo entrance exam?”
To Bolason’s argument, Sancho answered calmly.
“No, it was the other way around.”
“… … what?”
“When I took the entrance exam for Colosseo, I was in good condition, and when I took the entrance exam for Varangian, I was in the worst condition. And yet, that rank came out.”
At those words, the fists of Bolason and several other Varangian hooligans began to tremble.
“This child… … Where did you sell the pride of the northerners?”
“Are you crazy, Sancho? Are you planning on not coming back to the north after you graduate?”
“If you are a mercenary, be proud of yourself as a mercenary! At least you should feel ashamed!”
“I ate something warm in the imperial palace and slept in a soft place, and I’m done with it, haha!”
However, there were friends who couldn’t stand to see Sancho being criticized alone.
“Where is the celebration here? The sound of pigs grunting is really just?”
“Tu, Tudor! A bit of a personal attack… … ”
“A personal attack? The fool said the right thing for some reason. Ever since those guys came in, the inn smells like a barn.”
“It’s okay to be proud of your group, but don’t belittle other groups.”
Tudor, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair were standing in front of Sancho.
“Huh, look at these anchovies? Do you believe in the number of heads and play?”
When Bollason opened his mouth as if he was full of energy.
“anchovy? number of heads? Are you telling us to hear that now?”
“Sound?”
“Sound?”
An eerie low-pitched sound comes from the side.
On the other side of Bolason’s startled retreat, stood three brothers, Hive, Middle, and Low.
Now, ahead of the national college league, rumors about the three mad dogs of the Baskervilles were well known even to the toughest men in the Varangians.
Because of this, no matter how confident a Bollarson is in his strength, he has no choice but to be nervous.
Among the freshmen of Varangian, there were not many who met the eyes of Hive, Middle, and Low.
“Are those the tridents of the Baskervilles?”
“As I’ve heard, it’s like an idiot. Look at the bloody eyes.”
“Are they the ones who got into a fight with a third-year Varangian who went to the festival last time?”
“that’s right. He was a senior in our athletic club… … He was beaten and turned into porridge.”
“I heard on the way, I heard that on the train earlier, a member of the same group had a dagger stuck in the back of his hand and giggled?”
The disposition and skill of ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’ is already well known among all schools. So most people see these as the actual Colosseo grade barrels.
(Although Grenouille, standing quietly beside Sinclair, would not agree with them.)
Bolason, meanwhile, was furious at being knocked out of momentum for a moment and backtracked.
He yelled out, as if he didn’t want to admit that he was overwhelmed even for a moment.
“I am Boli Bolason, the Varangian’s freshman chief! I request a showdown with your Colosseo’s 1st year chief! Let’s stick together like warriors!”
Bollason burns his fighting spirit, looking back at Tudor, Bianca, Sancho, Sinclair, and the triplets of the Baskervilles in front of him.
but.
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Everyone has no answers.
The valiant aspiring knight Tudor, the ever-lofty Bianca, the clever genius Sinclair, and the filthy Baskervilles’ three brothers.
“… … ?”
Then, the heads of the Varangian students, including Bolason, tilted their heads.
yet. Their eyes first followed those of the Colosseo students who were leaning towards one side.
and there.
“… … .”
I see a male student eating in silence, not paying attention to the commotion.
It was Bikir.
