Auric finally walked to the arena.
"Now, Student Auric has taken the stage. Who would like to go first?" Principal Denis raised his hand while looking around.
Suddenly, a muscular man rushed into the arena. He was wielding a big warhammer as though it weighed nothing.
He wore a black tank top and jeans, showing his muscles.
"With a face like that, you shouldn't have gone to the academy. Just go into showbiz." The man grinned. "Well, I don't mind putting some makeup on you. With my hammer, that is."
"Oi, you bastard! Don't you dare touch that face."
"I'm going to beat you if you aim for his face!"
"Wha—" The man was dumbfounded when he received a strong reaction from his own classmates.
In the end, Auric's face still worked its charm even in this university.
Auric sighed. "Would you believe me that I knew nothing about this tournament until a few minutes ago?"
"Who asked?"
Auric let out a long sigh.
