On the day of the Athletics Carnival, the sky was nice and clear. Perfect for the Emperor’s arrival at the battlefront.
Since Emperor was doing the baton relays as well, he practised for that too. Over and over, he drilled into the relay members how important a smooth transfer of the baton was, and made them practice countless times. So fired up. Just how is this guy supposed to be the cool-type.
Emperor’s Horse members got pretty ripped in the short time since they were chosen. Just what on earth did he do to you… And it’s scary how your eyes are all fiery.
But anyway, I’d better be careful as well. If I mess up, I might anger the Emperor.
After I participated in the spoon relay and tug of war, I went to do the ball-toss event.
Maybe thanks to my stepper machine, it felt like my legs had more strength now. Picking up and throwing the balls was easier than last year.
Around that time, a ball smacked me in the back of my head.
I yelled out,
“Ow!” in reflex, and when I turned around I found a male classmate frantically apologising,
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!”
Yeah, I get that already. Could you not be so frightened of me?
For some reason it looked like everyone was throwing carefully away from me. Is this just persecution complex?
In the end, my class didn’t do well in the ball-toss. Thanks to that, the Emperor was in a bad mood when we returned. Geez~
Eventually, the fated time arrived. The cavalry battle.
The Emperor’s team arriving with the dignity of a ruler, and the one other team from our class that was being treated like a sacrificial pawn. Apparently they didn’t get any special training. Try your best on your own.
When they gave the start signal, the teams around Emperor were taken down one after another. Perhaps the other teams were trying to avoid him because they were all gathered far away.
Emperor moved to hunt them.