Submit the registration materials and gather enough participants!
Uh, although it sounds really lively, in reality, the situation isn’t quite as Keti imagined.
The silver-haired beauty originally thought at least some students would sign up on their own, but the result?
Not a single one!
Not even one person signed up—how unbelievable! Luckily, I managed to gather five people, or else… we’d have to forfeit right away.
Not only that, but some students aren’t even willing to go as spectators. Some even came to ask me if they could take leave on the day of the competition.
When Keti asked why, the answer was… they didn’t want to see their favorite classmates get beaten up too badly.
No… no way, huh?!
It seems like it’s not just the contestants themselves who lack confidence—it’s the whole class, maybe… even me.
But!
Keti shook her head. Is she really going to give up just like that? Impossible!
Lacking confidence is normal, because confidence is earned through strength. Confidence without strength is just foolishness, so…
Devil training is a must!
Good, then, let’s get fired up!
Now that the plan for devil training is set, there’s no time to waste. So, the next day after school, Keti kept the five participants behind, planning to use the evening for special training.
“Ximon, Kutar, Rog, Layla, Sylvia! Hmm… everyone’s here!”
Standing at the podium, Keti looked at the five lucky participants who had stayed behind, nodding with satisfaction. None had chosen to run away—that’s already a good start.
“T-Teacher, can Rog and I skip the training? We’re just here to make up the numbers, right? Uh… I have some things I’d like to do tonight…”
No way, huh?!
Hearing Kutar nervously raise his hand and say that, Keti’s mouth twitched. She’d just been praising them in her heart, but this slap in the face came too fast.
Still, she couldn’t lose heart yet. She had to correct Kutar and Rog’s attitudes first. Even if they really were here just to fill out the team, Keti didn’t plan to give up on them completely.
After all… if Ximon dropped the ball, these two kids actually had some talent—they might just pull through.
Besides, the total ranking is based on the placement in each event, so the more people who place high, the better!
After a moment, Keti turned to Kutar and said sternly:
“No way, Kutar! Everyone must participate in this special training! Not a single person is allowed to fall behind! Uh… If you really have something important, you can take a day off, but you absolutely can’t skip every session!”
“After all… this competition is related to your future prospects. Lynn said before that a good performance can be a big boost, but… on the other hand, if your performance is poor, there are consequences!”
“If you really go onto the field, do you plan to just give up and stand there doing nothing? There are so many teachers and students watching! If you look bad enough, you might get labeled as someone with a bad attitude!”
“Uh… That sounds about right.”
Kutar scratched his head in embarrassment. Damn, his real thoughts had been seen through. He’d honestly been thinking of just standing still on the arena stage until the competition ended. Ugh…
Seeing him admit that the special training was necessary, Keti nodded and continued:
“So… at the very least, I want all of you to achieve middle-tier results. That way, not only won’t you be embarrassed, but it will help you in choosing your specialization, graduation, and even getting into the Magic Tower!”
“And the training won’t end very late. If it’s too late, it’s not safe for you to go home. Training will end by nine for these few nights, and the main focus will be on the competition events. It won’t be too long—just three hours each evening.”
“Besides, what do you have to do at night? At your age… don’t tell me you’re planning to run around and hope to run into a succubus again?”
“No, no, absolutely not!”
At the mention of succubi, Kutar and Rog hurriedly shook their heads, their faces even turning pale.
Hmm… Looks like they were really frightened by Jiaxia last time.
Hmph, speaking of which, I still have the ability to transform into Jiaxia. Maybe one day I’ll give them a little scare~
The silver-haired beauty narrowed her eyes mischievously. Good, problem solved. Now then…
“K-Keti-sensei, I… I also have a question!”
Keti had just started to feel relieved when another hand shot up. She turned helplessly and saw the blond young master trembling, his gaze nervously darting between the smiling Layla and Sylvia beside him.
“You… What’s wrong? Ah… I forgot to tell you, Layla and Sylvia are on the team too, but that’s not important. After all, you’re all classmates now.”
“T-Teacher, I want to ask… Do all five of us have to train together? We’re… we’re competing in different events, aren’t we?”
Help… save me! Why are these two terrifying women standing next to me?
Ximon felt cold sweat running down his back, especially as those two kept glancing at him, smiling. D-Do they still remember me? T-This is too scary!
“Well… Even though you’re competing in different events, there’s no way to split everyone up—it’s best to use the time efficiently, so we’ll all train together. But I’ll set up the most suitable training for each of your events.”
“Ah~ If only Keti could split herself, the issues between me, Sylvia, and Alice would probably have been solved by now. Sigh~ Thinking about it, it’s a bit of a shame…”
As they chatted, the purple-haired, jellyfish-like big sister suddenly propped her chin in a daze and sighed. Everyone else was baffled, except Sylvia, who wore a disdainful expression.
Heh… No way, I won’t allow…even a single part of Keti to be taken by another woman!
“Ahem, anyway, everyone will be training together! Don’t worry, the teacher is here!”
Keti pulled the topic back on track, but Ximon still seemed nervous. The silver-haired beauty was speechless—how could he be so timid?
Did he really think Layla and Sylvia would beat him up right in front of her?
“Exactly, young master Ximon~ We’re all classmates now, so why be scared of us~ Pfft, actually, as your mama, I really do like little boys like you~”
“Hiss—”
Who would believe that!