Becoming a Witch in Another World
Chapter 172: Knight's Academy Games
In the middle of the Colosseum I walked to the middle of the fighting arena, at the same time the referee in charge began to introduce me excessively.
"Murid of Miss Heliet who is said to be the greatest, Jeanne d'Arc."
I know that people hate us for being treated more special than other students, but I never thought it could be this bad.
They deliberately praised me or Lesoria in excess so that we were humiliated when we lost, really a sneaky way.
I don't care if they insult me but if it concerns my teacher I can't just let it go, whether it's me or Lesoria we're forbidden to lose.
The man who is my opponent is big with the same great sword as him, this fight is a knight fight while not killing your opponent is all allowed.
We made a symbol with our arms before finally returning to where we were, when the referee said 'start' we both lunged forward.
In just two seconds I had knocked my enemy to the ground, everyone was silent except for the teacher and Lesoria who were watching.
"Great, good job."
"That's my sister."
"Nonsense."
At my call the referee stuttered.
"Winner Jeanne d'Arc."
I elegantly returned to my seat and saw the fight that was about to continue, most of what I saw was just a silly fight, they were all students of the academy even so their strength was nothing, the proof is that neither I nor Lesoria have reached the semi-finals easily.
My opponent here is a woman with a shoulder of curls.
"I'll fight."
Unlike all my previous opponents, the girl in front of me can appreciate others.
The two of us moved forward while swinging the sword producing a special bang from a wood.
I jumped up and then swung back my sword following the force of gravity, well the girl who was my opponent held it back then banged back my attack backwards, he moved quickly using a puncture force similar to Rapier's fight.
I parried to the left or to the right and then twisted my body to defend and attack without pause.
He is 4 years older than me but his ability is arguably extraordinary, it is fitting that this person can go to the semi-finals.
We hold each other back.
"I must defeat you in order to join the royal knights."
I pushed it slightly back then slashed a few times until the sword was thrown.
"Winner Jeanne d'Arc."
"I lost."
I reached out my hand to help her stand up before returning to my seat.
"Next is me, look carefully Jeanne," said Lesoria running into the middle of the field, before reaching where she fell until the crowd laughed at her.
"Kyaa. My underwear is visible."
That's what Lesoria has been through a lot lately.
I'm used to it.
The one who became his opponent was a bald man with a two-handed sword just like Lesoria, because it is made of wood its weight may be lighter than the original sword but it is enough to make someone break a bone if it is hit directly.
The fight started and both of them showed incredible skill, Lesoria recited from above while her opponent dodged her to the side and made the same move.
As Lesoria held her back, it created a crack in her footing before finally crumbling to force Lesoria back.
So far only this person has been able to make Lesoria take a backward attitude.
"You're so strong for a bald man."
"I'm not bald, I cut it in this style."
"I think it's the same."
Lesoria swung her sword to the ground until the ground slid upwards to wrap her opponent up easily, but only for a moment until the man could escape.
With a loud shout he lunged forward, just as the distance of the two was only a meter away, Lesoria's sword swung from the side, although the man held him back his body could not hold him until he finally crashed into the fortress of spectators.
"Winner Lesoria Floresta."
With this I again have to face him again, Miss Heliet shouted.
"Good Lesoria, quickly show me your underwear again."
This guy must have taught him.