Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 87 Battling the Senior, Part 01.

Cain’s soft voice seemed to drop the temperature around them to below freezing. The crimson-haired senior swept his gaze over Cain, then placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought.

He kept his smile plastered on his face, wanting to give a good impression to the young man who didn’t participate in the spar, unlike the other four who tried to accommodate their juniors.

The boy peeked at his side, seeing General Dosh furrow his brows in confusion before shifting his attention back.

After several seconds in silence, the red-haired boy glanced at the middle of the arena. Then he saw another pair of people entering the stage, which made him shake his head.

"Sadly, I can’t accept your invitation. I came here only as an observer. If you want to test your strength, you can ask one of my subordinates."

Cain retracted his smile, showing off a flat expression devoid of life. His black eyes were void of light, empty. It was reflecting the man before him like dark glass.

’To call his teammates subordinates. What a lonely way to see the world.’

He bowed his head and took a step back, not wanting to involve himself with a self-centered person like him.

Calling his comrades subordinates could mean only two things: either he saw them as underlings or the crimson-haired senior was a rigid person who adhered to a textbook rule.

Whichever it was, Cain’s interest in the young man evaporated. He turned to his teammates and jerked his head sideways as a gesture to follow him.

"Let’s go and ask those four people."

After those words left his mouth, Cain peered over the red-haired man and noticed his brows were twitching. It seemed Cain was unaware of his talent for infuriating the people around him.

Without sparing a glance. Cain took his four comrades and walked away from the spot, leaving Dosh and the crimson-haired senior standing petrified.

Upon seeing their arrival. The cadets who knew them moved from their line as if Moses had split the Red Sea. The event caught the attention of the four seniors who stood at the front. They cast their dubious gaze, but only two of them sneer. One with glee, the other with hidden malice.

Cain spared them no glance. He was about to step forward when a hand rested on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

He watched a blonde-haired boy step forward, standing by his side. Abel flashed his white teeth, showing off his charm that dampened Cain’s mood upon seeing his handsomeness.

"Let me go first."

However, when he heard the boy’s spirited voice, the corner of Cain’s lips lifted, and he shrugged in understanding.

"Okay, show them what you got."

The grey-haired boy patted Abel’s back, giving him a bit of courage in facing his senior, who had more experience than any of them. Abel nodded, then turned to the other three.

"I’m going."

Rika, Peter, and Louise raised their fists. They extended it forward as if asking for a fist bump from the blonde boy who stood several steps away from them. Abel spread his lips and thrust his right fist forward before turning around.

Cain gave the boy a final push, almost making Abel stumble in his steps. Abel hopped and managed to stabilize his balance. Instead of answering with a glare, he raised a fist to the sky as if wanting to show his resolve.

The grey-haired boy who watched his retreating figure crossed his arms on his chest. Several figures stood next to him, their gaze directed at Abel’s back.

’I trust you, Abel.’

After separating from his comrades, Abel made his way forward. He occasionally met eyes with the other cadets during his years. The boy scratched his cheek, a bit embarrassed for cutting in line, but it was something he wanted.

"I’m sorry. But, can I do the next sparring?"

Abel stopped before a cadet who held a dummy longsword in hand. The other person was hesitant at first, but knowing Abel’s personality, he sighed in resignation before extending his sword forward.

"Here, make sure you work hard out there."

"Ahaha, thank you."

He took the sword in hand. The weight sent a tingling sensation from his palm all the way to his shoulder. Abel rolled his shoulder as he faced the male senior with short black hair. His towering figure cast a looming shadow covering Abel’s body, yet he didn’t cower at all.

"I don’t like someone who tries to cut corners in line. But it seems like the other juniors have no qualms about it, so I, too, will do my duty. Let’s go!"

The senior’s voice was deep; it resounded in Abel’s ears like a distant echo. Abel nodded as he clenched the hilt of his sword. A vein popped out of the back of his palm, showing his grit and determination.

It was never his intention to act this rudely toward his colleagues. But Abel now carried an objective in mind that he needed to accomplish.

Both arrived in the center of the arena and stood several meters apart, facing each other. Abel raised the sword in his hand, reminding himself of what had transpired in the corridor earlier.

Louise’s past, shrouded in bitter malice and betrayal, stirred a raw emotion that settled deep within his heart. Abel still couldn’t fathom what kind of emotion Louise harbored in her heart, as he was one of the luckiest boys alive, raised with love by his wonderful parents.

However, one thing Abel knew. The awoken feeling in his chest made his heart thump, producing a wild beat that roused adrenaline to flow in his veins.

"Are you ready?"

The voice from his senior snapped him out of his daze, and Abel nodded. He prepared his stance while clenching the sword hilt with both hands.

Abel took a deep breath, feeling the drumming rhythm in his chest start to pump something else. Something primal that filled his whole body with renewed power.

A warm sensation began to accumulate in his chest. It spread out, coursing through his veins into the tips of his head and feet. Abel exhaled a white mist, ready to face the opponent in front of him.

The warmth in his chest wasn’t just Ether. It was the heat of his indignation that gave form and purpose in his mind to defeat his opponent.

Watching Abel prepare his stance, the senior raised his sword forward. His stance was lax, showing inappropriate behaviour as a trained martial artist. Thanks to that, Abel’s lips curled up as he would have no remorse if he beat the opponent before him.

Both contestants were ready in their places. Now, the violet girl on the side raised her hand high before swinging it down.

"Start."

With that as a cue, the senior launched himself forward. The male senior’s body blurred like a mist before reappearing before Abel in a second while raising his sword over his head, ready to swing diagonally.

Even though it was fast, before Abel’s enhanced eyes, the senior’s movement was slow. He twisted his wrist and let the edge of his sword clash with the opponent.

With a bit of tilt of his stance, the opponent’s sword trajectory was deflected, causing the senior to lose his balance thanks to his messy stance.

As he saw the opponent lose his balance, Abel sidestepped to his left and swung his blade, aiming for the opponent’s neck. It was happening so fast that the opponent was late in intercepting, and the result was. Abel’s blade slammed into his opponent’s neck.

Thud!

The male senior stumbled back. A hand rested on his throbbing neck, and he inhaled a cold breath. Both eyes widened in disbelief at having lost to a junior.

In the corner of everyone’s eyes, the face of a grey-haired boy loosened into a wide grin after witnessing the result of the battle.