Cross Dressing In A Fantasy World Full Of Magic

Sometimes I think that the country of Avaris had too much money to care for. As everyone was in place, a giant screen was shown on the side of the front wall.

Now that overkill, "The battles would be at random, but the chances of you fighting your classmate are zero." How is that random? I wouldn't be surprised if they put the exchange students to fight the strongest of the other classes.

How long would this take? 159 students meaning 79 fights. They would also be verified depending on the fighters. It would definitely take hours before this whole thing finishes.

But this was also a chance to see most of the first year of this school. The remaining three classes weren't too far off from this class.

People from our class would lose, and the dogs in my class were prime examples.

The screen began to move, and two random names appeared. I didn't know them, but students from Classes A and B were going to fight.

I didn't bother remembering their names since I knew very well that my chances of interacting with them were low.

"Bitch I could finally put you in your place!" Did they have a grudge against one another? That was pretty interesting having to fight someone like that.

"Fufufu! Someone like you could never beat me! It's a shame I haven't fought a Class S student." The A class student laughed arrogantly, mocking the student from Class B.

Gritting in anger, the B-Class student used her magic right at the A-Class student. Firing a grass blade, the class A student had blocked it with a giant flower.

Flowers and grass are two similar magics. Was the student from Class B perhaps a branch family from the Class A student?

Now, this fight was interesting, would the person from Class B win, or would the student from Class A win.

The match was completely one-sided. The flower girl could block every attack coming from the grass girl.

"A loser like you should know your place!" Saying this line, the flower girl made a flower that would tangle her opponent.

Stuck by the vines of the flower, the grass girl was struggling as hard as she could, trying to break free from these vines.

"Fufufu! I won't make this hard for you if you surrender now." The Class A student said, clearly laughing at her opponent.

Staying silent, the grass girl continued to struggle. "If that is your answer, be it."

Making a whip, the flower girl whipped the grass girl. At this point, it could be considered torture. The teachers weren't stopping this fight, and the grass girl wasn't budging.

Most of the students were uncomfortable, and I would say the reputation of the flower girl would change after this battle.

It didn't end until a student couldn't take it and stepped in, the flower girl tried to provoke the heroine, but the teacher stopped it. At the end of the battle, the Class A girl won.

That was the first match, and the atmosphere was already intense. I didn't know how to feel about that torturing thing. I wasn't a hero who would step in like the girl before.

With the battle finished, the next match was going to begin. This time it was a C Class fighting an S Class student.

This would be a massacre. The C Class student was sweating seeing her opponent. The S Class student who was a classmate of mine wasn't anyone noteworthy.

Looking at my classmate, she seemed a bit too happy that she would fight a student from the lowest rank.

With the battle beginning, I could see it was already over. My classmate had run over and pummeled her. The C Class student didn't even put an ounce of resistance.

The teacher of this student had a disappointed look. She was clearly embarrassed by the performance that the student had given. I bet the students of Class C would get laughed at from this moment.

Battles had kept on going. Most battles with C Class were pretty one-sided. A few students had taken over the other class, but it wasn't much.

None of my classmates had yet to lose. It would be pretty embarrassing to lose as an exchange student. Once you lose, facing your peers would be pretty hard. Not only that, the progress you make would be much slower.

It was finally one of the four dog siblings to fight in the ring. Most of my classmates weren't confident in their abilities to fight.

They were usually one of the lowest performers in our class. In fact, I could see that some of our classmates hoped that they would lose.

The four dogs were like a stain to most of my classmates. Not only were they, but embarrassingly so. I didn't know how they got to S Class, but this battle would decide her fate.

Her opponent would be a student from B Class. I would prefer it to be a student from class A, but it wasn't my choice.

When they fought, I was surprised that they were pretty even. Maybe our class was stronger than I thought. Maybe they were just filling the spot of S Class so they could be used as motivation.

I guess in the end, it doesn't matter. It had been a few minutes since they fought, and now they were both on their last straws, waiting for a mistake from the opposing force.

In the end, one of the four dogs won their match. It was a close match, but the dog used her brain and attacked her from the back using a rock from behind.

There were about sixty battles left, and I couldn't help but think about when my battle would start. I wanted to finish this fight as soon as possible and go home.

The next battle was between Ruby and a student from Class C. I gave the student from Class C my condolence.