Episode 242 National Collegiate League (7)
Tudor Sancho Piggy Bianca Sinclair stopped eating and frowned.
“Ugh Varangians? Were they the outside guests? I was thrilled to think they were Themiscyra kids again.”
“It’s obvious. At this time, a large-scale guest other than us would be a Varangian or Themisquira.”
“Wow. With the Varangians coming in, the inn looks very cramped. Is it because they’re all so tall? The average height must be 195cm.”
“Oh, it’s suffocating. I smell sweat. It feels like it’s narrowed ten times.”
“It looks like they’ve been marching somewhere. Seeing them sweat like that.”
As they said, the identities of those who entered the inn were the students of the Varangian.
“Oops. I’m glad I found a place to stay.”
“I was already worried about whether I should be homeless even before the competition started.”
“The kids at Colosseo Academy are nice. Thanks guys!”
“Hahaha- I’m more hungry than that, so let’s eat!”
“Oh, buffet style! Good! Prepare for battle!”
The real men of Varangian went straight to the rice as soon as they entered the inn.
Colosseo students occupied the eastern half of the large banqueting hall, while Varangian students occupied the western half.
“Now then, let’s spread the food.”
There was an existence at the forefront of such Varangian students.
Jurassio Bakira.
The scar marks all over his body make him look like a huge beast.
Then he reached out his tongs toward the meat on the large bowl in front of him.
The students of the Colosseo Academy watching it glanced at each other, wondering how much meat he would eat.
……but.
“This should fill your stomach.”
With just one movement of the tongs, Bakiraga picked up a few pieces of meat and placed them on a small plate.
Seeing this, the Colosseo students sent a surprising look.
The fact that Bakiraga, who looked like she could eat a cow by herself, had the same amount of food as an ordinary girl.
However, the reaction of the Varangian students was quite different.
“Chairman Oh, you’re eating a lot today.”
“You eat 1.5 times more than usual.”
“If you overeat, it’s not good for your stomach.”
“Well, let’s see if you’re going to sweat a bit with personal training later.”
What kind of reaction is this? I wonder if Bakiraga originally eats less here?
Around the time the faces of the Colosseo students became more and more puzzled.
…widely!
Bakiraga suddenly set the meat on a small platter on the buffet table.
And then
“Then I’ll eat well.”
I lifted all the meat from the huge buffet plate that remained.
Bakiraga, who took all the fish that looked like a dozen kilograms to her seat, swallowed them all in the blink of an eye.
“…”
There was a strange silence on the part of the Colosseo students.
The food of the Bakira family, which seems to be able to eat what seems to be a month’s worth of food in just a few minutes, is fed up with food.
Starting with this, the students of Varangian started robbing the buffet in earnest.
“The turnover rate is important for food! So keep feeding it so that the meat doesn’t run out!”
“Eating is unconditionally the first 5 minutes! If you exceed that, you won’t be able to eat much!”
“We prefer quantity over quality!”
“The meat eaten after the march is the elixir of immortality!”
Every time the muscle mass comes and goes, the food melts like pieces of ice thrown in the scorching sun.
Meanwhile.
“…”
Bikir was watching Bakiraga eating at the table across from her.
What Bikir was paying attention to was the choker around his neck.
‘Did your grandparents say they were from the Red and Black Mountains?’
The wild aura that subtly rises from the body of the Bakira family is indeed familiar somewhere.
‘Maybe they are quite related.’
Bikir also thought while fiddling with the choker around her neck.
Right then.
“Hey, if you guys eat all of them, what are we going to eat?”
“Is this corrupt fellow crazy?”
A quarrel was heard in the center.
Two male students were arguing in a place where everyone’s eyes were focused.
A student from the Cold Weapons Department of the Colosseum and another student from the Varangian are seen fighting over the line at the buffet.
“Why did you cut in line and take the food! Sweep it all up!”
“I did it because I was bursting while you were carrying food with tongs.
“But you can’t ignore the line!”
“Where are the lines at the buffet!”
When the person in front of you is squirming while you are pouring food in a long line at the buffet and you want to eat other food in front of you, can you pass him or not?
This is a long debate that has been going on since ancient times.
In the end, the two male students of Colosseo and Varangian began to confront each other with a fierce momentum.
“Ah, this lump really doesn’t work. Is your brain full of muscles?”
“I was afraid that if I get angry, I’ll lose muscle, so I tried to just skip it, but I can’t. I’ll have to chew on an anchovy.”
The criticisms of the two were not aimed at the individual but the whole, so they naturally supported their colleagues around them.
“This is why I shouldn’t have accepted those muscle idiots. I changed the one-person room to a two-person room and was kind enough to do it, but I don’t even know the grace!”
“What do we know? We came here after paying our tuition. The inn we booked had a problem, so the owner sent us here. Why should we care about you? We are also victims of damage!”
“If we hadn’t yielded, you guys would have had to sleep outside!”
“Haha, did you guys make a concession? You professors and our professors all knew each other and agreed not to blush.”
“We voted to decide whether or not to accept you guys! 93% voted in favor, how dare you betray that favor!?”
“Then I guess it’s the 7% you objected to? Haha- In the first place, we have a lot of former mercenaries, so we’re used to sleeping outside! If anything, vote again! We can get out!”
Before long, a large male student from the Varangian side stepped forward.
Bolly Bollason. A former mercenary guild in the north, he was currently the first year chief at the Varangian Training Center.
With a height of 217 cm and a weight of 150 kg, he is not too far behind even if compared to the Bakira family.
When Bolason stepped forward, the boys at Colosseo seemed to flinch as well, but then took half a step back.
“Ah, where do you fish for minnows? Why is the sound of these little fish jumping so loud?”
Bollason deliberately holds his head high and looks around, pretending he doesn’t see anyone.
Because of the huge height difference, all the male students in Colosseo are only making faces of resentment.
but. Even compared to Bollason, there was one person who was not far behind in his weight class.
“Can’t we have a little quieter meal?”
Sancho Barataria. He gave it to his intimidated friends.
With the big Sancho stepping forward, Bollason couldn’t be too proud of his size.
But that didn’t mean the fight was over.
“…Ahhhh. Who is this?”
Bollason, who recognized Sancho’s face, pretended to know.
“Aren’t you a coward who ran away after the Varangian entrance exam? How is the Colosseo as cozy as a child’s cradle? Are you kind enough to treat a coward who has run away?”
Apparently, Sancho was unhappy about going to the Colosseo despite coming first in the Varangian’s entrance test.
Even while Sancho recorded first place in the Varangian, he recorded fifth place in the Colosseo, and entered the Colosseo even at the risk of it.
Since a talented newbie gave up Varangian and went to Colosseo, it is inevitable that the world sees the two schools as clearly divided.
As a Varangian, of course, there is no choice but to be dissatisfied.
“Huh! I guess I was in bad shape when I took the Varangian entrance exam, and I was in good condition when I took the Colosseo entrance exam?”
To Bolason’s argument, Sancho answered calmly.
“No, it was the other way around.”
“……what?”
“When I took the entrance exam for Colosseo, I was in good condition, and when I took the entrance exam for Varangian, I was in the worst condition.
At those words, the fists of Bolason and several other Varangian hooligans began to tremble.
“You bastard… Where did you sell the northerners’ pride?”
“Are you crazy, Sancho? Are you planning on not coming back to the North after you graduate?”
“If you are a mercenary, be proud of yourself as a mercenary! At least you should know how to be ashamed!”
“I ate warm food in the imperial palace and slept in a soft place, and I’m done with it, but it’s hot!”
However, there were friends who couldn’t stand to see Sancho being criticized alone.
“Where is the barn here? Is the sound of pigs grunting just plain?”
“Tu Tudor! A personal attack…”
“A personal attack? An idiot said the right thing for some reason. Ever since those guys came in, the inn smells like a barn.”
“It’s okay to be proud of your group, but don’t belittle other groups.”
Tudor Piggy Bianca Sinclair was standing in front of Sancho before she knew it.
“Look at these anchovies? Do you believe in the number of heads and peel them?”
When Bollason opened his mouth as if he was full of energy.
“Anchovies? Number of heads? Are you saying that we should listen?”
“Sound?”
“Sound?”
An eerie low-pitched sound comes from the side.
On the other side of Bolason’s startled retreat, stood three brothers, Hive, Middle, and Low.
With the national college league ahead, rumors about the three mad dogs of the Baskervilles were well known even to the toughest men in the Varangians.
Because of this, no matter how confident a Bollarson is in his strength, he has no choice but to be nervous.
Among the freshmen of Varangian, there were not many who met the eyes of Hive, Middle, and Low.
“Are those the Baskerville tridents?”
“As I’ve heard, he looks like an idiot. Look at his bloody eyes.”
“Are they the ones who got into a fight with one of the Varangian 3rd years who went to the festival last time?”
“That’s right. He was a senior in our sports club… He was beaten so badly that he became very muddy.”
“I heard on the way, but on the train earlier, I heard that one of the members of the same group had a dagger stuck in the back of their hand and giggled.”
The disposition and skill of ‘The Baskerville’s Trident’ is already famous among all schools. So most people see these as the actual Colosseo grade barrels.
(Although Grenouille, who was quietly standing next to Sinclair, would not agree with them.)
Bolason, meanwhile, was furious at being knocked back from his momentum for a moment.
He yelled out, as if he didn’t want to admit that he was overwhelmed even for a moment.
“I am Boli Bolason, the Varangian’s Year 1 Chief! I challenge you Colosseo’s Year 1 Chief to a showdown! Let’s fight like a warrior!”
Bollason looked back at the triplets of the Tudor family, Bianca Sancho Sinclair, Baskerville, etc., in front of him and burned his fighting spirit.
But.
“…” ”
…” ”
…”
“… ”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Everyone has no answer.
Tudor, the aspiring knight, Bianca, who is always lofty, the clever genius Sinclair, and the three filthy Baskerville brothers.
“… ?”
Then, the heads of the Varangian students, including Bollason, tilted their heads.
Eventually, their eyes first followed the Colosseo students who were leaning toward one side.
And there.
“…”
They didn’t care about this commotion at all. I see a male student who is silently eating without writing anything
.
