Once considered the dark horse of the sports festival, the elimination of Class 2-B was shocking.
As I was the main reason for this, I quickly beca the class’s public enemy.
“Criminal Kim Yu-seong, lift your head. Do you have anything to say in your defense?”
An impromptu class trial was held.
Led by Ayase as the judge, I knelt on the ground, tied up with the jump rope, and answered with my head hung low in despair.
“I have nothing to say….”
I never expected that Rika, who was turning the rope with , would be flung to the side.
It was entirely my fault for not controlling my strength, but Rika just laughed it off.
I was already feeling guilty about rejecting her confession, and now, with this mistake added, I couldn’t even look Rika in the face.
Anyway, failing to qualify in the supposedly easy group jump rope event ant our class was starting at a disadvantage compared to the others.
At that mont, Satoru, standing next to Ayase, spoke in a voice that resembled a scheming advisor.
“Your Honor, it seems the criminal shows no signs of remorse. Shall we twist his ankles?”
“No, what are you even talking about?”
The Class President looked at him incredulously, but Satoru acted as if he’d go get two sticks if ordered.
I kept quiet due to my guilt, but under normal circumstances, I would’ve retaliated imdiately.
Knowing this, I thought Satoru was quite bold to act this way, and then I asked the Class President,
“So, what should I do now?”
Ayase looked over the sports festival event list on an A4 sheet and said,
“Well, there’s no limit on how many events one person can participate in.”
Originally, I was only supposed to participate in three events in this sports festival.
The relay race, cavalry battle, and dodgeball.
So events, like the group jump rope, required the whole class, but due to ti constraints, so events were scheduled simultaneously.
“…But?”
“If we pack your schedule, you could probably do five events. What do you think about that?”
In other words, I was being asked to make up the lost points with my own hands.
It was a reasonable judgnt.
Even if it ant I’d be the only one suffering from the tight schedule.
“So, what’s your answer?”
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As all my classmates watched, I broke free from my bindings and said,
“Screw it, let’s do this.”
It wasn’t the present that would suffer, but the future .
There were five events in this sports festival, excluding the group competitions.
Soccer, basketball, volleyball, dodgeball, and baseball.
Most ball sports had corresponding clubs, so it was common for students in those clubs to be the aces for their classes.
Fortunately, the tournant was divided by grade level, so there wasn’t an imbalance of power in any one team.
Of course, that’s assuming I didn’t exist.
First Event.
‘Soccer’
The captain of Class 2-B was Tomoki Shimamura, a current mber of the soccer club.
“If we want to win this tournant, everyone needs to follow my orders. Got it?”
Shimamura said this as he looked over the boys selected from the class.
A total of 11 players.
Normally, one of the bald trio should have been here, but due to a last-minute lineup change, I was sent in as the substitute.
Aside from , the other ten players seed to know their positions well and took their spots.
Having just joined the team today, I didn’t know where to stand, so I stood around awkwardly before asking Shimamura,
“What should I do?”
Shimamura grinned and patted my shoulder.
“Do whatever you want.”
“…Whatever I want?”
When I asked in a puzzled tone, Shimamura nodded and said,
“You know what a utility player is, right?”
“…I get it.”
It sounded fancy, but it basically ant there was no plan for .
In that case, I’d do as they wish.
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The whistle blown by the gym teacher, acting as the referee, echoed across the field, and the match between Class 2-B and Class 2-D finally began.
Kim Yu-seong.
In Ichijo Academy, one of the top private schools in the city, the na Kim Yu-seong carried significant weight.
He was called “the strongest man in the academy.”
The newly admitted first-year students thought most of the rumors about him were exaggerated, but for the second-years who had shared the sa space with him since their first year, he was nothing short of terrifying.
The grim rumors about him began circulating around the school in the second sester of the first year.
Originally, Kim Yu-seong had entered the school as the top student in his grade and even gave the freshman speech, but for so reason, he began bulking up rapidly in the second sester and beca soone ordinary people found difficult to even approach.
If it had just been a change in his appearance, the situation might have been more manageable.
However, when rumors spread that he had fought 17 delinquents by himself in an alley, everyone beca afraid of him.
After all, Ichijo Academy was a highly competitive school.
It was hard to even get through the school’s gates unless you were an exceptional student, so naturally, most delinquents were filtered out during the admissions process.
Of course, there were still so well-educated delinquents, and a few managed to excel in both fighting and studying.
But even they would cower and flee like prey before a predator when faced with Kim Yu-seong.
It was like he was a completely different species.
How often do upper-class kids in Tokyo experience that kind of inferiority?
It was only natural that his peers and seniors began to revere him.
And today.
The students of Class 2-D were murmuring at the unexpected appearance of “Kim Yu-seong.”
‘No way, is this for real?’
‘Wasn’t Kim Yu-seong not supposed to play soccer?!’
‘Damn it! Who spread the rumor that Kim Yu-seong wouldn’t be playing soccer?!’
Their morale dropped before the fight even began.
It was no wonder; Kim Yu-seong was a disaster just by existing.
He was a walking tank.
Standing at 190 cm, his body was packed with muscle.
His physique far surpassed that of the average Japanese high school student, like a character straight out of a shonen manga.
But running away now was not an option.
They were standing on a battlefield.
A battle of pride between classes.
No one would welco a dog that lost before the fight even began.
“Ugh… we have no choice but to give it a shot.”
“If it’s co to this, it’s all or nothing!”
The students of Class 2-D exchanged glances, steeling themselves.
The sports festival only happens once a year.
This mont, this team, could only be together this year.
But to give up out of fear before even fighting?
A man’s pride wouldn’t allow that.
Especially with all the girls gathered behind them, watching.
Even if they were overwhelmingly defeated, they just needed to avoid looking pathetic.
With this resolve, the students of Class 2-D shouted, igniting their fighting spirit.
“Ooooooh! Let’s do this!”
“Is Kim Yu-seong all that? We’re strong if we give it our all too!”
“If we win this match, I’m going to confess to Azuki!”
“You idiot! That’s a death flag!”
They almost had an internal conflict due to one clueless guy, but they still united as they took the field.
Finally, the gym teacher, Oonuma, standing in the center of the field, blew the whistle to start the match.
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The first to take the initiative was Shimamura, the captain of Class 2-B.
As a current mber of the soccer club, his specialty was flashy dribbling.
Shimamura quickly dodged two of Class 2-D’s defenders and surged forward.
“Get him!”
At the shout of Class D’s captain, three people sward Shimamura, who was running solo.
No matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t get past the tight marking and barely lost the ball.
The counterattack began imdiately.
“My ball!”
A long pass was sent to the side where the attacker’s shout ca from.
The attacker from Class 2-D received the ball without difficulty and easily bypassed the approaching defenders from Class 2-B.
Now, there were only about 5 ters left to the opponent’s goal.
‘I can do this!’
A well-founded confidence blossod in his chest.
Due to the sudden counterattack, Class 2-B’s position had advanced overall, leaving the goal wide open.
But then, it happened.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
A heavy sound, like a dinosaur’s footsteps, began approaching from nearby.
‘What the?!’
The attacker from Class 2-D was shocked.
Because, just monts ago, Kim Yu-seong had been at the corner of the field, but now he was right in front of him.
‘It’s not like he used so teleportation technique, but he covered that distance in an instant?’
He swallowed nervously but gritted his teeth.
‘I can’t lose it after coming this far!’
It was clear that he couldn’t win against Kim Yu-seong in terms of physicality.
But he had “technique.”
The result of two years of hard work as a soccer club mber.
‘There!’
At a glance, Kim Yu-seong seed like an impenetrable wall, but since he was a soccer novice, there was a clear gap between his legs.
He just needed to send the ball through that gap and slip past to the side.
Having perfectly simulated it in his mind, he imdiately put the plan into action.
But—
‘Why can’t I move?’
His legs felt as if they were weighed down by heavy iron blocks.
His body couldn’t keep up with his thoughts.
By the ti he realized this and tried to move, Kim Yu-seong had already taken the ball.
‘This is ridiculous.’
The attacker from Class 2-D stared blankly at Kim Yu-seong’s back as he moved away.
The sensation he had just felt was none other than “fear.”
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