Sakuramoria

My wish of good luck led to the defeat in the next battle of everyone who heard or used it 🤔

Just like my wish for Vare and Leila at the May tournament... In short, it's clear, you need to wish your opponents good luck before each battle.

Gideon's duels unfolded so quickly that it was difficult to keep track of everything that was happening, but it wasn't necessary. The guy just kept shooting, again and again, the ringing of his own shots echoed in his ears. He didn't even immediately realize when it was all over. Michaella, Vita, Jaym, Futaba, Leila... Like a bullet rushing into the distance, he broke through to the final, overcoming his comrades, and took the victory, and now... Slowly emerging from his state of combat concentration, the young man watched the light smoke rising into the sky from his family pistol. His family would definitely be proud of him, seeing him now. A feeling of triumph and superiority slowly rose in his chest, and he wanted to laugh out loud in triumph. After all, he was the last one standing in this tournament; he showed everyone who was truly strong! The young man closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, capturing this moment in his memory like a snapshot on a photoquartz.

— Congratulations on your victory, — Leila said, rising from the ground and smiling.

— Yes... — Leila's congratulations brought him out of his thoughts, and seeing her smile, Gideon felt a strange relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his soul, and thoughts of his own importance somehow immediately took a back seat. He laughed awkwardly and spoke. — You did great too. We all did, because none of us left without a victory, and none of us lost to duelists from other classes.
The elder looked at his classmates, and in his gaze, one could read enthusiasm and pride for his own.
— Keep it up, guys! We are the best; the composition of the semi-finalists speaks for itself.
Finally, he met Nira's gaze again, and at that moment, the expression on his face and his smile became somewhat embarrassed, but the joy in them did not diminish, but rather seemed to increase slightly.