Episode 243: National Collegiate League (8)
Boley Bolason, the Varangian’s first-year senior.
He declared towards the Colosseum.
The strongest guy here! What is this?
Coincidentally, the area he was in was the dining area for first graders from both schools, so the target of the provocation was clear.
Also, it was out of shape for the 2nd and 3rd graders of our school to stand up against the 1st graders of other schools, so the 1st graders have no choice but to step out at the Colosseo.
‘good. I can’t come out even after doing this.’
Boli Bollason let out a hot snort and crossed his arms.
I am confident that whoever comes out will win.
That Sancho in front of him was once stronger than he was, but probably not now.
While he neglected training in the peacefulness of the ecliptic, this side trained tirelessly in the harsh northern environment.
I heard that Tudor, who was from Don Quixote, was strong, but it was limited to sports, friendly fights, and other official events where the rules and precedents were strict.
The experience of such an impromptu street confrontation would be a rarity.
The three Baskerville brothers… … He was confident that he would not lose if it was a one-on-one fight, although honestly it was a burden.
Grenouille? That corrupt guy who knew how to play with poison was not even picked as an opponent in the first place.
And the existence of Sinclair and Bianca is rather the object that makes Bolason’s fighting spirit burn even more fiercely.
‘I’m absolutely not envious of coeducation. never!’
Right now, this hostility did not involve personal feelings such as sadness or envy of the boys’ school at all.
Bollason could be so confident.
… … together?
Everyone’s gaze moves to a different place.
At Bolason’s request to come out, the strongest man, the Colosseo Academy students’ eyes went through several places and finally the place where Tudor was, where Sancho was, where the three brothers of the Baskervilles were, and where Grenouille was. Not where Sinclair was, not where Bianca was.
Bikir. A male student sitting on one side and quietly eating his meal.
He was immersed in other thoughts, completely indifferent to this side’s affairs.
‘… … Now, I have mastered the Baskerville 7 formula perfectly. Ever since I became a sword master, my seventh tooth has grown as big as the sixth tooth. Then, is it time for the 8th meal, the 8th tooth?’
It was a plan to leap beyond the current level of sword master.
”The eighth tooth grows at the threshold of death,’ there was. This means that you have to go through a fierce battle to the point of death.’
If it’s such a mess, Bikir has also been through it. Crossing the death line is relatively confident.
It was clear that the smell of blood, countless karma and experience points that had been in his soul would serve as fertilizer when he broke through the 8-type wall.
… … But Bikir’s thoughts stopped there.
It was around that time when Bolason walked up to Vikir and opened his mouth.
“Hey, friend. Are you the Colosseo’s freshman chief?”
“?”
Vikir stopped thinking for a moment and looked away.
Then something thick and large was placed in front of it.
… bang!
It was Bolason’s forearm.
Bollason spoke succinctly and briefly.
“How about a round of arm wrestling? Without mana.”
Even though they are students of a prestigious academy, they cannot fight in the street.
However, to formally apply for a duel, if there is a loss of life ahead of the tournament, there will be a lot of trouble.
So, the strength contest methods favored by Varangian warriors were mainly ‘ssireum’ and ‘arm wrestling’.
It was the culture of the Varangian to compete with wrestling if the space was wide and there was a sand board nearby, and arm wrestling if the space was narrow and the topography was not good.
“… … .”
Bikir looked down quietly with his arms crossed.
There, Bolason’s big hand was provoking him as if to rush at him.
“why? Were you scared? Because it looks nice.”
“… … .”
“If you are scared, you can just say that you are scared. I am not someone who despises losers.”
“… … .”
“It’s just that you’ll come to admire the level of the Colosseo Academy, where a guy like you is the head. ha ha ha-“
Bollason continued to taunt.
at that time.
“Stop it.”
An intervening voice was heard.
Dolores, who came down the stairs on the second floor, was looking down at the first graders.
Since Dolores, the saint of Colosseo, is a person respected by the Varangian warriors, Bolason also bows her head respectfully.
Dolores said right off the bat.
“We will not allow any conflict between schools before the competition. Let’s stop the war of nerves here and everyone go to bed early for the competition… … .”
“wait for a sec.”
Then, another voice interrupted Dolores.
Jurassio Bakira. The peak of the Varangian.
He was looking up at Dolores with a single smile on his face.
“I think it would be more appropriate to view this as a small incident between hot-blooded freshmen rather than a dispute between schools.”
“Mr. Bakiraga. I know what you want to say, but… … .”
“To put it bluntly, if there is no fuss like this, how can face-to-face friends get along? There is a saying that children grow up fighting.”
“If you can’t, then you can’t.”
“Uh-huh-but my junior is in a state where he wants to prove his strength right now. It seems to be the same for the Colosseo students.”
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At that, Dolores turned her head.
Tudor and Sancho, who heard their friend being insulted in the face, can already be seen getting angry.
You can use the chairman’s authority to forcefully order him to step down, but that will hurt the hearts of his juniors a lot.
Bakiraga winked at Dolores, who let out a small sigh.
“Why don’t we just be observers and observers? I mean arm wrestling. I think it can be a small entertainment to inspire the fighting spirit before the competition.”
Having said this, Dolores had no choice but to nod.
This is because the morale of the Colosseo freshmen before the tournament may die if the game is excluded.
“… … If there is any sign of an accident, we will intervene immediately and stop it.”
“cancer. Before that, I might be the first to announce a cessation. I’m more careful than I look. If it’s a problem related to the health of juniors.”
The presidents of the two schools reached an agreement.
Immediately the seat was cleared and a place was prepared.
Bikir and Bolason sat face to face at a round table made of stone.
“Whoops. I’m going to go to the forearm once. I would believe it even if the nobility was the young lady’s arm. I don’t know if I can get this? I am afraid it will break.”
“… … .”
Bikir held out his hand with a nonchalant expression without any response.
Before long, the two men’s hands were clasped together.
… Back!
The moment they put strength into each other’s hands, Bollason’s expression changed.
“Huh? quite… … ”
“… … .”
Bikir is still speechless.
Before long, Piggy, who served as referee, blew the whistle with all his might.
At the same time, Bollason began to shout with fearsome force.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!”
The spirited spirit made the glass around them shake.
The men of the Varangians smiled and began cheering for Bolason.
“Oohhh! Go first grade!”
“Show me how strong you can strangle a bear!”
“Just smash it!”
The cheers of the crowd exploded hotly.
… … but.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa!”
“… … .”
“Geo eo eo eo eo eo eo eo eo up!”
“… … .”
“Kiyo oh oh oh oh!”
“… … .”
Bollason’s screaming sound had been loud since earlier, but nothing had changed on the board.
Bikir’s arm and Bolason’s arm are still in place, motionless.
Only the veins on Bollason’s forearms continue to squirm and squirm like snakes thrown onto a fire.
‘This, why doesn’t this bastard go over!?’
Bollason continued to squeeze and slam into his forearm.
However, Bikir still stares straight ahead with an expressionless face and does not budge from his seat.
“Heo-eok! omg! Awesome!”
Bolas was completely blind now. His reddened face was covered with saliva, runny nose and sweat.
Nevertheless, Bikir did not let go of his hand. So the two hands are still firmly fixed in the center of the arm wrestling ring.
“… … .”
Bikir stared at Bollason, who was sweating profusely with a red face in front of him.
Bollason gritted his teeth when he saw that his hand was still centered, even though it had loosened from exhaustion.
It doesn’t move when you push it, it doesn’t move when you pull it. I can’t let go, so I can’t take my hand off.
Vikir, as if he had no intention of winning in the first place, kept his arms fixed in the center and did not move.
In such a situation, Bollason has no choice but to be stunned by the illusion that he is pushing a huge mountain with his hands.
Tudor and Sancho, who were watching the scene, giggled as if they were feeling refreshed.
“I felt the same way when I first played Bikir and Naphtali.”
“right. That was the first time I experienced that guy’s power. It was beyond common sense.”
yet.
At this place where all the attention of Varangian and Colosseo students was focused.
“… … lost, lost.”
Bolason, who struggled for a long time, eventually admitted defeat.
The students of Varangian, who had cheered passionately so far, just stared at each other with a dumbfounded expression.
“what? Did Bollason lose?”
“I didn’t pass, so why lose? Were you tight?”
“Bolason! You ruthless bastard! It’s a draw, but what if I forfeit!”
“You couldn’t pass it either, but you couldn’t pass that guy either! If I had held out a little longer, I could have won!”
Then Bolason, being booed, bit his teeth.
‘They don’t know anything!?’
It looks like it ended in a draw, but it’s not.
Bikir didn’t really want to win, so he looked at this side.
And being able to watch in arm wrestling is… … .
‘How strong are you anyway?’
Bollason’s face went white.
In arm wrestling, it is much harder to keep a draw than to win.
Only the overwhelming difference in power will make it possible to fix the position of the arm in the center according to the opponent’s strength.
When Bollason is breaking out in a cold sweat and lost in thought.
“Move! I’d rather challenge myself!”
“In terms of strength alone, I’m better than Bolason!”
“If it’s only for arm wrestling, I’m stronger!”
“me too! I want to try it too!”
“If I beat that guy here, it certifies that I’m stronger than Bollason, right?”
“Do you accept the second year?”
“I’m in the third grade, isn’t it a bit like that?”
Other Varangian students, angry at Bolason’s absurd declaration of withdrawal, began to flock.
and.
“Get in line.”
Bikir readily agreed to accept the challenge from all of them.
‘… … This reminds me of the past.’
As anyone said, it was a small entertainment.
