Chapter 6: Entrance Ceremony (2)
Dueling in Central Academy.
It’s one of those tropes now considered a kind of romanticized cliché.
A hallmark scene every "protagonist" is expected to pass through.
The villain picks a fight, the protagonist crushes them with overwhelming power, and the heroines begin to fall for him, one by one!
...If that’s the standard script for your average academy story, then my situation was definitely playing out a little differently.
A vast floor of white composite material stretched out before us.
It looked kind of like stone—some kind of fancy stone—but I couldn’t say exactly what kind.
The guy who’d shoved me—wait, no, the guy I shoved—stood across from me, raising his weapon.
Clack.
In his hand was a spear.
A blunt-looking spear made of wood.
But even if the weapons provided by the academy’s training rooms were wooden, a direct hit from one would definitely mess you up.