In the stands.
The audience watched the scene on the field, littered with unconscious students.
No one knew quite what to say.
"Man, he really didn't hold back. He knocked out over thirty students?"
Luca looked around the stadium, surveying the fallen students. "These students are hopeless," he said. "They talk big, but there's not a single one here who can actually fight."
Hearing this, Fred's mouth twitched. "Do you think they're all just like you? And hey, you've got some nerve! If even one of them got seriously hurt, you'd be in serious trouble."
Only now did Luca seem to register what he'd done.
These were just students, not soldiers under his command.
Maybe he'd gone a little too hard on them.
But apologizing? Not a chance. Shrugging, he said, "How is that my fault? If they'd just followed instructions, I wouldn't have needed to make a move. If anything, they're just too weak."
