I glanced around at the other representatives who had gathered in the docks that was specified in the email. All of us had gathered here today for the fourth stage of the second qualifying round, and there was a mix of excitement, anxiety, glee, triumph and fear among the students milling about. Already I saw some people approaching each other to form alliances and scheme with each other to pick out specific targets.
There were a few who glanced in my direction and I knew that they were intending to eliminate me as soon as possible. If this was the typical web novel, their reasoning would be the cliché stupid "because he is trash", which made absolutely no sense when you thought about it. If I was truly trash, then they wouldn't waste time trying to get rid of me, and instead focus on the more dangerous opponents who actually posed a sizeable threat to their title challenge.
