chapter 7

"Category A begins now!"

"You sure you can do this?" Lane said with concern as he flapped his hand fan to the side.

I was holding a spear, standing in front of a fatty who seemed to appear tougher and definitely more experienced than me.

"Begin!" The red flag was waved and I lifted my spear and flipped it around in preparation.

Back when I was living with my aunt and her husband, I would mop the floors until the skin on my hands started peeling. What got me by was separating the stick from the mop and swinging it around. Then I would stay in a very pacing position while playing the stick forth and back.

Back to the moment, I saw that the fatty was mesmerized by how I'd swung the stick so leisurely. He on the other hand was holding a small knife.

But still, the light in his eyes was unquenched. I knew I should not take him lightly.

The fatty ran towards me and that was when I grabbed onto the top of my spear so it lifted me up a little higher from the floor. The moment the fatty reac