Then she pointed toward the student she kicked earlier.
"Third-year. Ranked sixty-two."
The boy visibly stiffened.
Ravenna looked back toward Alex.
"Fight him."
Silence.
Then immediate murmuring spread through the arena.
"What?"
"She's serious?"
"That's a third-year!"
Even the injured student looked surprised.
"…Instructor?"
"You heard me."
Alex glanced toward the third-year calmly.
Then toward Ravenna.
"…Right now?"
"You have a problem with that?"
"No," Alex replied honestly. "Just checking."
Adoff sighed internally.
I really hate how calm you are.
The third-year student stepped forward slowly while rolling his shoulders.
Tall.
Muscular.
Sword user.
Probably around nineteen years old.
He looked irritated more than anything else.
"This is stupid," he muttered while drawing his blade. "No offense, first-year."
"Some taken."
A few students laughed quietly.
The third-year sighed.
"Look, I'll go easy—"
Boom.
Alex vanished.
