Brief, King's Opponent
Within the gap; both, the boy prone at the ground, and the noble child, also a boy, are surrounded by the noble child's gang.
Still aiming his ball of fire, the noble child laughs dominantly. "What now? I guess you need to taste the different between us, you, ungifted. Happy 'cause your grades are topnotch? Know your place, unblessed of inheritance!" The noble child's companions laugh. The commoners, those adults just glance whilst the others are completely ignoring the bullying.
The boy sobs. His hand surrenders in reaching his wooden sword, located a distance from him. A few times coughing as he sniffles — he has nothing to resist; he just stares at the ball of fire, nearing.
Gritting his teeth, Jaino, who's rushing, grabs the child, and they both tumble and roll onto the stony-tiled ground. Whooshing — as the ball of fire distorts and fades onto the surface; it leaves a burnt mark onto the stony tiles.
The crying boy props his hands as he gazes at Jaino, who stands up. "Sir, please don't get involve; this is my problems."
Jaino walks— "Kid, if you're really a topnotch; then show it. Don't let your effort in vain." —heading to the wooden sword.
"This is my life. It's just, I was born a plain. My life is a curse."
The companions of the noble child laugh as well as the noble child. "Mister, he realizes his place. You might as well too?" And the scene is filled with muttering as crowded by the people.
Helpless as he is, Jaino, who has picked up the wooden sword, feels like a child. "I know your teacher. This sword once wielded by a person, ungifted like you." He throws the sword to, as the crying boy catches. And while Jaino walks heading to this crying boy— "however, he defeated the king, who was in full strength at that time."
"Tch—" has intervened by the noble child, "like it was true." And his companions chuckle, and they follow their bullshitted comments.
Ignoring every feeling of embarrassment; he, Jaino, places his hand above the shoulder of the child. "Go rampage if you please. You don't have any reason or alibi. Show what you have learned, as long as it's righteous."
"But—"
Near at the boy's ear, Jaino whispers, "Child, you're not ungifted. Go, show them that you're also gifted" —standing beside the other spectators, Criselia, who's heard their conversation, smiles— He, Jaino, stands as he pushes the child to fight against the noble child.
The discrimination of murmurs and vulgar laughters are in the air, from the curious people that have gathered just to take a glance. The gangs laugh as well as the noble child does. "Don't blame me if your expectation will fail mister commoner. And I'm still have to treat that boy for him to know his place."
The boy, dual-handedly wielding the wooden sword, glances at Jaino, who replies, "Let your effort be fruitful." This boy breathes in, and exhales. Holding his breath; firstly, he thrusts his sword forward.
The noble child, his hand, he raises as the wall of fire is barring nearby his front.
The soldiers cross through their way onto the crowd of people.
Grinning, and this noble child says, "Can you even pass with this barrier of mine?"
The rushing boy, wielding his wooden sword, closes his eyes. I must not fail him! "Arghhh!" as he goes across the fire.
This noble child, into his eyes, sees yet didn't realize how desperate his opponent could be. Staring at his opponent's intimidating glares, yet he didn't realize the fire disappears as he becomes speechless—
A man voice: "Stop!" has yelled by Jaino.
—the noble child gulps, as the mutterings of disappointment from the crowd overwhelm his body and the surprised praises are for his opponent. He gulps as the ready to strike vertically positioned of sword stance of his opponent, makes him to realize that hard work and inborn without polishing are different. He's frighten as he can't do anything; he's afraid by the glare of his opponent that he has bullied.
The soldiers have arrived and they stop the commotion. Some of the noble child's companions have run, leaving this noble child, crying. The people, involved of the commotion, are interrogated. And Jaino, who tries to distance himself—
"The fun isn't over yet. If you can't win against me? You know the consequence that will fall to this kingdom."
—has heard Criselia, and now his lips are paling.
Stand, for all work together
Have fun, stay cool; they've problems
Later, they become respectful