The whole game parlor looked at Olivier with a curious expression. They had never seen a participant so young. They were sure that Olivier was talented, but talent alone was not enough to win a fight.
"Hey, it's time to bet on the winner. Is there someone willing to bet on the kid?"
The person heading the betting pool asked. He was a rough senior who had been working behind the betting scene for some time now.
The senior had gotten involved with this ring of misfits during his first year in this school. His 'then seniors' had taken him out and gotten him involved with this.
And now he had crawled up to become the current head of the betting pool. It was a well-respected position in their circle.
"Are you kidding? Do you want us to lose everything we currently own? There is no way the kid is winning."
Everyone else around the senior quickly shook their head once they noticed the betting favors. No one was willing to bet on Olivier.
