Volume 3.5 Chapter 7: Strong Prey On The Weak


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Volume 3.5 Chapter 7: Strong Prey On The Weak


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith red at Herrick. Hended on his feet. Before Herrick could throw him down, Keith had adjusted his body. He saw Herrick going off from the technique.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t you think it''s fun to continue with such a boring technique?" Herrick questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"We are supposed to follow it," Keith stated. It didn''t matter whether or not it was boring. They had to get the form down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Who cares about that! I want to fight with you!" Herrick dered. His smile was vicious as he threw a punch at Keith! But Keith raised his leg and blocked it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You can block my hit in that position?" Herrick''s eyes gleamed as he stared at Keith. Keith didn''t hesitate as he quickly spun his body. And when he did that, the two bodies flipped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith got out of his hold. Herrick''s eyes turned serious as he dashed up to Keith and raised his fist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Boom!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith blocked the first. But there was a grunt. What a hit. Herrick''s blow was powerful. But Keith quickly kicked him away, putting distance from him,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t you dare try to run away!" Herrick was going to dash at him again. But before he could,


    <span style="font-weight:400">A sword was in his face! Tennol had a cold stare as he directed it to Herrick,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Student Herrick, it seems you don''t understand the hierarchy here," He was the instructor. How dare he do something like this on his watch? Was he looking to die?


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hmpf," Herrick backed off when he heard that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But he stared at Keith, "The strong feed on the weak! That''s how the world works! I don''t ept people who are weaker than me!" Herrick walked back to the students and sat down. Keith got up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He returned to Carolyn and the rest,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, are you okay?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I''m fine. Just a little annoyed," Herrick''s attack was something if he wasn''t prepared.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tennol stared at everyone, "Everyone, this is practice. There is no need to go full force. I don''t care if you''re a prince or a princess. Pull a stunt like that again, and you will be out. Do you all understand?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Understood!" The students nodded when they heard that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tennol continued, "I will call up two other students to do it."


    <span style="font-weight:400">More students came up to show the throw. It didn''t take long before ss ended.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, are you sure you''re okay?" Carolyn questioned. She was still worried about what happened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith nodded, "Don''t worry about it. I''m fine." After ss, the three headed off to the cafeteria. But the others were worried about him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Are you sure?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Of course, Carolyn''s throw did more damage than Herrick''s stunt," Keithughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hey!" Carolyn raised her fist, ready to fight. The three entered the cafeteria, and they spotted Tristan. He had gotten his lunch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I got our seats," This was the usual now. Tristan would find seats for them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You guys go get your food. Keith and I will be saving your spot,"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Gotcha!" Like that, Carolyn and the two walked to the line to get lunch. When they left, Tristan''s expression turned stern,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, I need to talk to you about something."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hmm? What do you want to talk about?" Keith tilted his head,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"There are some talks about you being this year''s representative as a fluke," Tristan answered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hmm?" Fluke?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keithughed, "I don''t know if you can call it a fluke. But I don''t understand why I was chosen as the representative either," He didn''t understand either. That was because there were a lot of students. They were all talented. But he was the one who was chosen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tristan''s expression dropped, "Get serious about this. Do you understand the importance of being the representative of the year?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No, I don''t." Keith shook his head. Isn''t it a normal thing?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tristan blinked a few times, "No one told you about it?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Ugh." Tristan sighed as he clutched his head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Is there something the matter with it?" Keith questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"The jist is that as the representative, you represent your entire grade. But you have been doing subpar. Some people are questioning if this batch of students are weak."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oh," Keith pped his hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Can you be more surprised?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"But why should I care about what others think about me?" Keith was never the type to care about it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"..." Tristan looked down. His words weren''t getting through to him. Tristan was going to exin more, but Carolyn and the others returned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What''s the matter, Brother?" Carolyn stared at Tristan. His expression was something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Carolyn, I think I''m going to get a headache," Tristan could feel his head hurting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, what did you do?" Carolyn stared at Keith. He was the culprit. But Keith shook his head,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I did nothing," He asked me questions. How did I cause him to get a headache? That was not his fault!