Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

With a THUG sound, Nsiria's head crashed onto the ground, her eyes suddenly shut and opened again from the shock. And when she did open her eyes again she saw that she was completely lying on the ground.

She could see her right hand in front of her face but it was not holding anything in it, her palm was open and was touching the ground. There at a distance from her hand lay the sword she'd been fighting with.

Not wasting any more time she quickly rose to her feet and was just about to pick up her sword and fight again when the referee announced the end of the match.

She didn't realize what happened until she calmed down and reflected back on her actions. When she was consumed by the emotions of rage and revenge, she started moving unprofessionally; not following the basics of sword arts her attacks were now random and rash.

At that moment she was no more thinking with her brain but with her heart; that often leads to the downfall of people. The same happened with her. Seiren took full advantage of the opening Nsiria had created for her.

She took a few steps back and then while Nsiria was busy cursing her, rather than using her sword Seiren used her legs and landed a powerful kick on Nsiria's feet; making her lose balance and trip over to the ground.

Usually, this type of behavior was marked as "playing dirty" but Seiren didn't have a care in the world for that. She just wanted to win, that's all. She was already branded as the one who plays dirty by ganging up on girls while bullying them; due to that, she took it as more of praise than an insult.

Nsiria unexpectedly fell and the sword slipped from her hand, touching the ground in the process hence announcing the end of the match.

The fight was over; Seiren had won.

"I…" no words were coming out of Nsiria's mouth as she stared not at Seiren but at the ground. She wanted to say a lot of things, she wanted to scream and cry and complain…but she couldn't.

After all, she had lost the opportunity to get back at Seiren a second time; and now there won't be any "next time". So she can't even say that "I'll win for sure the next time."

"You," said Seiren as she walked close to Nsiria. "You were saying something about bullying, right?" she asked.

"Ah…so you do remember me. I guess you aren't as much of a bitch as I thought you would be," Nsiria replied, looking at Seiren with her narrowed eyes which were burning with anger but at the same time were dyed with regret.

"No I don't; I'd many preys since coming to this academy. You can't expect me to remember the face and name of every single one, you must be one of them but it doesn't matter to me. From the looks of you, it seems like I played with you to my heart's content, so there's only one thing I'd like to say to you."

Seiren leaned forward toward Nsiria, "Thank you for being a good toy and entertaining me," she said with a smirk.

"I see. You're more of a bitch than I thought you are," Nsiria cursed without hesitating. Then she turned around and begins to leave.

"Watch your words there; you see it is not impossible for me to play with the same toy twice," Seiren said to her from behind.

As she walked away, Nsiria raised her right hand in the air and showed Seiren a middle finger, and didn't say anything.

Seiren also just watched her leave and then left the arena afterward. It won't be long before she forgets about her.

With that, the second match of the interclass training session ended.

***

'Man! That sure was something!' I exclaimed internally as I finished my corn and put it to the side.

The match had just ended and damn it was amazing. This time I really get to enjoy it since I wasn't spoiled on what will happen—unlike the first match.

But well, I was the only one in the whole of class 1B who was happy about this. The other students didn't have such good expressions on their faces and were concerned.

It was reasonable though. We just lost another match and now the score was class A with 2 wins and our class B with 0. If it went on like this then all the ambitions the students had of defeating class A will be turned to dust.

And later on, that was exactly what happened. The next match was Ellyn vs Sheyric—a boy from our class. The results were the same; with Ellyn's win class A gained another win.

It only got worse from then, five more matches were held in which class B only won 2 of them.

Now the score was, class A with 6 wins and class B with 2 wins. By this time the spirits of almost all the students were low—many had even accepted our defeat when still 42 matches were left.

The students who were filled with energy and the girls who were cheerleading for the class B students who went for the fight, now all of them had gone dull with darkened expressions on their faces.

There was a huge lack of motivation here; it can even cause the downfall of our class if the motivation wasn't lifted anytime soon.

'I don't think it'll be happening anytime soon,' I thought as I looked at the next person who had entered into the arena just now.

It was a boy from class A's side; he was wearing the normal school uniform, his hair was jet black and his eyes were red like a ruby, his face was pale while and he could be described as disturbingly handsome.

He was Leon; the protagonist of loli_pop's novel. Against him was going Canon; a boy from our class and apparently, he was the best in sword arts in our class.

We were lucky to have someone like him against Leon; this—even a little, increased the morale of our class and the students were now looking at the arena with new hope in their eyes.

Of course, if we won against Leon then our class's reputation will skyrocket.