Namoras
Everyone doubted Namora's ability

That morning at Tunas Bangsa state High School, two units of medium-sized bus cars appeared to be parked not far from the school gate.

Because the parking area of the school is not able to accommodate such a large vehicle, so it was forced that the bus that was planned to be used to transport teachers and students who would watch the championship tournament in Dolok Ginjang directly parked there.

Seeing that there are only two buses parked to transport support teams from Tunas Bangsa state High School, this indicates that this school is not so optimistic that they are able to win the annual championship. What's more, the name of the person who participated in the championship was Namora. The name that never entered the tournament.

When compared to other schools, which directly rent five units of buses, it is clear that they do not hold high hopes for Namora. And this bus is just a formality so that their school is not considered too doubtful of its own representatives.

Some of the teachers were staring at the bus. There were discordant voices peppered with doubt as well as contempt for their representatives in this tournament.

In fact, one fixed slot from this school is definitely owned by Kenza. And they believe that the champion can talk a lot this time in the tournament. It's just that Kenza disappeared into the earth. In fact, he didn't even finish school. In fact, just a few months left for the farewell event.

"Sir Bakri. Why do you look so excited? Are you not healthy?" Asked one of the female teachers who happened to be looking towards the listless looking sports teacher staring towards the two parked buses.

"Oh. Maudi maudi. It's okay Mom. It's just, I don't feel too excited for the tournament this time. Unlike two years ago where we won the championship two years in a row," Pak Bakri replied complaining softly. It was obvious that his face was very grim. As the defending champion, obviously he was worried about not being able to defend the inter-county title.

The whispers between the two teachers attracted the attention of several other teachers. They immediately approached the two teachers, namely Pak Bakri and Bu Maudi. In a short time, they have formed a circle and a warm conversation took place around the tournament this time.

"I also agree with Bakri. As teachers, we need to be optimistic. Give confidence to our representatives. At least, by cultivating confidence in his heart, he will bring the name of our school to compete with the representatives of the other schools,"

"It is also Mr. Saragih. At least, this Namora has the guts to enter this tournament. If none of him dares to perform, our school will definitely not participate in this championship. We're too dependent on Kenza. Finally what? Kenza just disappeared, not knowing the limb,"

"The students in this school only dare to show off the fangs in their own cage. After all, some of them were the children of rich people who only dared to bully the weak. When faced with a state of official brawl, they did not have great guts. Unlike Namora, although she was always bullied, but she dared to perform. We can lose, and release the title of defending champion. However, do not let go of it without a fight. If Namora loses, most importantly, we're still taking part in this tournament" said another teacher.

Mr. Bakri could only hear different opinions from some of the teachers who were among them.

It is true that at least, Namora dared to perform. He could not help but nod, and said. "Yes. Although I am very pessimistic, but as a sports teacher, I have to carry out my duties. Even if it is just a formality. Instead, we should not expect too much, and be prepared to go home with embarrassment!"

Finished saying these words, Bakri immediately looked around, where the students also seemed to be involved in their fellow discussions. Strangely enough, none of them walked towards the bus. It seems like they are very reluctant to participate in the tournament and provide support to school representatives in this championship. This is certainly very different from last year, where they even willingly spend their own pocket in order to participate in providing support to Kenza who was then a representative of the school.

At the same time, in the school cafeteria, Namora was sitting in the cafeteria chair enjoying her morning breakfast. He just sat alone, and was very fun to enjoy his favorite vegetable dish. It was also immediately seen that hot chocolate accompanied his breakfast in the morning.

Dozens of pairs of eyes shot in disdain at him. In fact, without hesitation, discordant voices began to be heard from those who doubted Namora's abilities.

The sneer filled with humiliation was not too dizzying for Namora. He was just focusing on eating. He was used to scolding those who did not like him. Just because his appearance had changed, and he had also now ridden a motorcycle whose class was above average, slowly, the insults and insults he had received all this time were reduced. However, this time because he was the representative of the school that participated in the tournament, the insults were heard again. In fact, some label themselves as shameless people, and only capitalize on recklessness to look for death.

"Look at Namora. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive even if he avoids just one kick from the other school's representative,"

"really. He's so reckless. I'm afraid he's tired of living and looking for his own death,"

"It's okay if he's looking to die. He could go down the road, then crash himself into a passing car. But, this time he carried the name of our school. His defeat will put our school to shame. Then, people won't appreciate our school anymore after that,"

Over time, the heat of Namora's ears heard their words. He then threw the right fork into the back of the chair that was occupied by several people. And worse, the fork was only a few inches away from the shoulder of one of the students who sounded.

Cold sweat began to trickle down the forehead of the disciple. He could imagine what if the fork stuck to his shoulder or neck. You can go back to His mercy soon.

Namora stood up, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said. "You guys are too busy with insults against me. I want to ask you guys. Will any of you have the courage to replace me as a representative in the tournament? If there is, go ahead and fight in the tournament! However, if your guts are sticking out like crackers in the wind, then, shut your mouth before I plug it in with this plate!"

Some of the disciples looked angry at the words coming out of Namora's mouth. However, before they acted, some of the superstars in this school immediately snapped. They are the J7 children who deliberately came to the cafeteria to look for Namora's whereabouts, because they have traveled everywhere looking for Namora's whereabouts.

Seriate...