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Futaba glanced at the windows of the neighboring building. Somewhere in there, the headmistress was sitting with a glass of wine and her cronies, entertaining herself and her guests by betting on the children fighting each other with whatever means they could find.
That chaotic mess, which was supposed to be a test of their physical fitness and military prowess, was inevitably corrupted to its core by the lack of any fair rules for everyone. Going out with a knife against a pistol at twenty paces in an open field – it’s your own fault, “it’s war.” And it hardly matters that the students might harbor hatred for each other within the walls of this school, which could drive them to commit utterly despicable acts in an attempt to regain their status or at least get revenge on the upstarts. Ideally, the best thing all these classes could do right now would be to ignore the conditions of the test and gang up on the old man and kick him. And what’s so bad about that? It’s war, anything can happen, not just to a soldier, but also to his commanding officer. Wouldn’t that be a demonstration of unity and mutual support, which is supposed to inspire our generation to build a bright future for the country, which they will create with their own hands, ignoring the established tyrannical systems?
Sighing heavily, she put on her mask and went to her position with a bare katana, the tip of which dragged along the sand – certainly not the most beneficial thing for the blade, but at least it made an unpleasant screeching sound and left a trail of dust behind, which could be considered a form of protest.
The only consolation was that her opponent was a classmate with a more or less similar physique. This was probably the closest match possible for today, and to Leyla’s credit, she didn’t make any stupid comments, which were so common in the squabbles between students.
It is possible that after everything that happened a month ago, the gossips were looking forward to something special from watching such a fight, but they will be disappointed. Neither Futaba nor Leyla should have any spectacular tricks up their sleeves; most likely, the fight will look like this – they will beat each other up until the sun shines in one’s eyes and they miss a strike.
What a bore. She needs to try to lose in this round.
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Futaba glanced at the windows of the neighboring building. Somewhere in there, the headmistress was sitting with a glass of wine and her cronies, entertaining herself and her guests by betting on the children fighting each other with whatever means they could find.
That chaotic mess, which was supposed to be a test of their physical fitness and military prowess, was inevitably corrupted to its core by the lack of any fair rules for everyone. Going out with a knife against a pistol at twenty paces in an open field – it’s your own fault, “it’s war.” And it hardly matters that the students might harbor hatred for each other within the walls of this school, which could drive them to commit utterly despicable acts in an attempt to regain their status or at least get revenge on the upstarts. Ideally, the best thing all these classes could do right now would be to ignore the conditions of the test and gang up on the old man and kick him. And what’s so bad about that? It’s war, anything can happen, not just to a soldier, but also to his commanding officer. Wouldn’t that be a demonstration of unity and mutual support, which is supposed to inspire our generation to build a bright future for the country, which they will create with their own hands, ignoring the established tyrannical systems?
Sighing heavily, she put on her mask and went to her position with a bare katana, the tip of which dragged along the sand – certainly not the most beneficial thing for the blade, but at least it made an unpleasant screeching sound and left a trail of dust behind, which could be considered a form of protest.
The only consolation was that her opponent was a classmate with a more or less similar physique. This was probably the closest match possible for today, and to Leyla’s credit, she didn’t make any stupid comments, which were so common in the squabbles between students.
It is possible that after everything that happened a month ago, the gossips were looking forward to something special from watching such a fight, but they will be disappointed. Neither Futaba nor Leyla should have any spectacular tricks up their sleeves; most likely, the fight will look like this – they will beat each other up until the sun shines in one’s eyes and they miss a strike.
What a bore. She needs to try to lose in this round.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
