After watching Ron and Will Fight, a senior called out my name from the platform, catching my attention. With curiosity piqued, I began making my way towards the platform where the senior was located.
However, I couldn't help but wonder why the senior not only called my name but also mentioned my ranking. It bothered me because now everyone was aware of my position, and I feared they might look down on me as a result.
Though I knew I had no right to argue with them, considering my own weakness compared to theirs, I wanted to make one thing clear: I am stronger than most people on Earth. In fact, I might even consider myself a superhero. But the reality is that the individuals on this planet are far stronger than I am.
As I stood on the platform, trying to maintain composure like a good boy, I noticed a boy staring at me with a creepy smile, as if I were a helpless child about to be beaten. This condescending gaze infuriated me.
Now slightly angered, I thought to myself, "I was just going for a tie, but now it's your fault for making me mad." Despite my frustration, I decided to give up the match. But before match began, senior stated "I wanted to convey a few ground rules, such as no attacking the eyes, hair, or using nails, while allowing other forms of combat."
As both the boy and I prepared to face each other, most of the cadets seemed disinterested, their attention focused on the professor who was addressing them. Nevertheless, the match was about to begin. The signal was given, and I took a defensive stance, waiting for an attack. However, the boy across from me wore an eerie smile and mimicked my stance, challenging me to strike first.
"What? Are you not coming?" he taunted, his arrogance evident. This provoked me, and I decided to launch an attack before he could. "As you wish," I replied, determined.
I sprinted towards my opponent, assuming a position as if preparing to throw a punch. But instead, I surprised him with a swift kick to his groin. The boy's eyes widened in shock and pain, and even the senior winced, feeling the sensation between his legs.
The match wasn't over yet, though. I hadn't used my full force, knowing that it could have been fatal if I had kicked him with all my strength. After a few moments, the boy struggled to stand, his face contorted with pain and a look of vengeance directed at me.
"You should not have done this," he growled, his voice filled with anger and agony. Undeterred, I faced him fearlessly. The boy charged at me, ready to retaliate with full force, but to his surprise, I raised one hand and admitted defeat.
"I give up," I declared, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. Confused, the boy stared at me, demanding an explanation. Even the senior, now acting as the referee, sought clarification from me.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Without hesitation, I affirmed my decision. With the confirmation, the senior announced my opponent as the winner due to my forfeiture.
I didn't even know the boy's name, and honestly, I had no interest in finding out. He seemed like an insignificant character, just like me. However, I realized that I was no longer an extra. Through transmigration, I had become the protagonist in my own life.
With a contented smile, I stepped off the stage and made my way towards the professor. However, I was taken aback when Ron, seemingly fixated on me, continued to gaze in my direction.
"you are the protagonist of this world. Why is he looking at an extra character like me?" I thought, feeling somewhat troubled. Nonetheless, I chose to ignore Ron's gaze and proceeded towards the professor, who was patiently waiting for us.
* * *
Ron, observing Arjun closely, suspected that he was concealing his true strength. He sensed a powerful aura emanating from Arjun. Hoping to gauge his abilities through the upcoming match, Ron turned to Kusu, seeking her opinion.
"What do you think of him, Kusu?" Ron inquired. Kusu responded with an awkward smile, saying, "He has a unique fighting style, but I can't say it was good either." Ron sighed upon hearing her response, realizing that Kusu, being a kind-hearted girl, would never give a negative review of anyone.
"I thought he was different, but this is disappointing," Ron lamented, his disappointment evident. However, Kusu reminded him that it was time to go, as the professor was waiting for us.
"You're right, we should hurry," Ron agreed. Together, we made our way towards the professor, who checked to ensure that everyone had completed their matches. He then informed us that we would proceed to the Weaponry section, where each of us would be given a weapon.
* * *
The senior cadets returned to their class, and we followed the professor to a largegate. Only the professor had the authority to open it, as he scanned his eyes and ID for verification. The gate swung open, revealing a vast room filled with glass boxes, each containing a wide array of weapons. It was a sight to behold, with hundreds of weapons displayed before us.
"We have ten minutes to choose a weapon of our liking," the professor announced. The children dispersed, eagerly searching for their desired weapons, and I, being a swordsman, focused my attention on finding a suitable sword quickly.
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a seemingly forgotten sword. It appeared worn and aged, as if it had seen better days and was no longer fit for use. Curiosity compelled me to approach it, and as I touched the glass, a sudden flash of light engulfed my vision. Scenes began to play in my mind, as if the sword was communicating with me on a deeper level.