Fighting

A few marshmallow-like clouds floated in the sky, and the sea breeze caressed the green grass of the training ground on campus.

A group of students sat sprawled on the grass at the edge of the training ground.

Castleton was a city built on the southern slope of the coastline. This mountain range stretched from the inland all the way to the Great Sea, and Castleton was the easternmost end of this mountain range.

The Elf Academy was located in the southeast direction of the Upper District. Sitting on the grass of the training ground, one could see the intersection of the sky and the sea.

A sea breeze blew over, and Klayr's soft silver hair and pointed ears fluttered in the wind.

Roy lay on the grass, looking at Klayr in his leather vest and white shirt, and complained to him:

"I've never understood, since it's a feud between you and Steve, why doesn't he just be direct and find a place to block you and beat you up, preferably so you can't get out of bed for three months..."

"..."

Klayr turned his head, his eyes full of speechlessness: 'Do you hate me that much?'

It must be said that the young Silver Moon Elf could definitely be called a visual standout, but he was too delicate, and his eyes had no lethality.

"That's because he's afraid of my sister. Steve and I are both nobles of Castleton. He probably doesn't want to break the rules between nobles, because attacking me in private would inevitably anger my sister. That's how my sister beat him up last year."

Roy sneered, "This Steve is a coward. He doesn't dare to seek revenge on your sister, so he plans to vent his anger on you, and in the end, he dragged me in."

Klayr turned back to look at Roy, and with a noble demeanor, said to Roy, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to disregard the dignity of the nobles and attack you with his friends."

Roy stood up from the grass, looked at the sea in the distance, and said to the Silver Moon Elf Klayr, "Klayr, do you want to have a different summer?"

"What?" Klayr was a little curious.

"Some things, the more we try to avoid them, the more we can't get rid of them. Sometimes what we lack is just a little bit of courage. The so-called courage is that we must dare to show our swords. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win..."

After speaking, Roy also made a gesture of drawing a sword from his waist, although he didn't have a sword, he looked full of momentum.

"..."

Klayr was still staring at Roy.

Roy turned around and stood still. On the grass dozens of meters away, Steve and several young elves were chatting and laughing...

"Since they're looking for trouble with us, we have to fight back, otherwise we'll always be passively beaten." Roy said.

Klayr hesitated a little: "But Steve is stronger than us! He was already studying elementary Martial Arts here last year."

Roy leaned close to Klayr's ear and whispered, "The two of us can do this when the time comes..."

After the Martial Arts practice class, Klayr left the training ground with a heavy heart.

Steve ignored Klayr, stood on the training ground and stared at Roy from a distance, not knowing what he was saying to the young Silver Moon Elves around him.

Then came the Literature and History class, in the classroom with that beautiful Elf teacher who never interacted with the students.

The lecture hall was almost full of students who came to listen to the modern history of the elves.

Roy found that during the last class, most of the students in the classroom were female elves, but this class actually had a 'whoosh' of male elves pouring in.

The seats in the classroom were almost full...

Roy was still sitting on the edge of the Half-Elf area, listening to how the last Elven King of the Elven Dynasty divided the Elven civilization into three. Roy found that studying Literature and History might not be as practical as studying botany.

Moreover, she clearly didn't teach very well, but the number of people who came to listen to the class was surprisingly large.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Roy followed the surging crowd out of the classroom and down the stairs.

He arrived at the entrance of the academy, intending to take the long carriage back to Brown Street in the same way as yesterday.

A hand reached out from behind and pressed on Roy's shoulder.

Steve squeezed out of the crowd triumphantly, with a teasing smile, and said to Roy, "Roy, if you don't want to be embarrassed in public, I think we can talk over there."

Roy didn't struggle, just flicked his arm and slapped the hand on his shoulder away.

A lot of students gathered at the gate of the academy, and many students were already looking over here, and some elves were even pointing and pointing at this side.

Surrounded by Steve and several young elves, Roy walked out of this lively area at the school gate.

Next to a high wall of bushes on the side door of the academy, there was almost no one here.

Roy leaned against the shrubbery wall.

Steve stood in front of him, considered tall among the Silver Moon Elves, wearing a set of light leather armor, with a sword hanging at his waist.

"Roy, if you're willing to proactively tell Instructor Nora that you don't want to practice with Klayr, you can leave now, and I guarantee I'll never bother you again," Steve said smugly.

His identity as an Elven Noble probably gave him some sense of superiority, making him a bit self-important.

"So, the reason you've been bothering me these past few days is because I'm in a group with Klayr?" Roy asked Steve.

"Besides that, what else makes you think I'd personally take action against you?" Steve glanced at Roy with extreme disdain.

"As long as I tell Instructor Nora that I don't want to be in a group with Klayr, you'll let me go?" Roy asked tentatively. "Of course."

After saying this, a victorious smile almost appeared on Steve's face.

He felt that Roy's mental defenses had collapsed, and he just needed a little bit more pressure.

He looked at his companions, and one of the Silver Moon Elves understood, immediately took half a step forward, reached out to grab Roy's collar, and shouted:

"What are you waiting for, Nit Cat? If you don't agree, we'll beat the shit out of you..."

At the street corner, Klayr walked in alone.

A young elf, who had been paying attention to the movements at the street entrance, quickly whispered something to Steve.

Steve turned around carelessly and said to Klayr, who was walking over without any politeness:

"What? Klayr, did you also want to come and get beaten up?"

"Steve, do you think I would come alone?"

Klayr said as he approached.

Steve glanced behind Klayr somewhatflusteredly (huāngzhāngly) panicked.

Klayr was already standing to Steve's right...

Just as he was slightly distracted, he heard someone shout:

"Do it..."

Roy and Klayr pounced on Steve almost simultaneously.

Roy wrapped his arms directly around Steve's waist and slammed his shoulder hard into his abdomen.

Klayr took the lead in stepping behind Steve, and just as he lost his balance, he wrapped one arm around his neck and, following the momentum of Roy's pounce, knocked Steve, who was wearing light leather armor, to the ground.

The two of them pinned Steve to the ground.

Steve didn't expect Roy and Klayr to strike first. Clearly, they had more people on their side, and the other side had no chance of winning in a fight...

Caught off guard, he was knocked down by Roy, and Klayr even had his neck in a hold, making it difficult for him to breathe, let alone struggle.

Klayr took the opportunity to punch Steve in the ribs, causing Steve to curl up like a shrimp.

But then he saw Steve's miserable state and hesitated slightly, unable to bring himself to strike a heavy blow again.

The surrounding young elves, seeing Steve knocked to the ground, immediately surrounded them, punching and kicking Roy and Klayr, trying to pull them off Steve...

Roy seemed very straightforward at the moment, not dodging the punches and kicks from the other young elves at all, just using his fists to hammer Steve, who was pinned under him.

After taking a few punches, Klayr was almost dragged away by the other young elves.

He desperately hugged Steve, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard into Steve's ear.

Almost all the surrounding young elves surrounded them...

This kind of brawl didn't require any Martial Arts at all, just protect your vital parts from being hit, and then beat others hard.

Without anyone else, Roy and Klayr just aimed at Steve and beat him hard.

This brawl was very brutal until someone at the street entrance noticed the fight and then called the Elf Ranger patrolling the street.

A series of sharp whistles came from a distance.

'Doo...'

Steve's friends rescued the bruised and swollen Steve from under Roy and Klayr, kicked them both hard, and then rushed to the street corner, jumped into a carriage, and sped away.

Klayr and Roy were in a slightly worse state. The two leaned weakly against the shrubbery wall, grimacing and slapping each other's palms.

Although they had been badly beaten, Steve wouldn't be in much better shape than them.

The feeling of boiling blood that had been ignited by the fight made Klayr feel for the first time that being beaten was actually quite enjoyable. Young people should experience this kind of uninhibited gratitude and resentment.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay, at least no bones are broken..."

Roy replied with great difficulty, feeling around his arms and ribs.

At this moment, two Elf Rangers ran over from the street corner. Seeing Roy and Klayr's bruised faces and the sorry state of their bodies covered in footprints, and then seeing the carriage speeding away, they immediately sternly shouted:

"What happened here?"

Klayr was about to tell them about the atrocities of Steve's group of elves, but Roy spoke first:

"Nothing, we just accidentally fell and got a little injured..."

"..."

Both Klayr and the two Elf Rangers stared at Roy with strange expressions.

However, Roy, who was leaning against the shrubbery wall and panting slightly, appeared very calm at the moment, not at all afraid of the gazes of the Elf Rangers.

One of the young Elf Rangers wanted to reprimand Roy, but was secretly pulled back by the other Elf Ranger.

"Be careful when you walk. If you encounter any trouble, you can also come to us." The experienced Elf Ranger said, waiting in front of them for a while.

Roy forced a smile and replied, "No, we just accidentally fell. Sir Ranger, can we leave now?"

The Elf Ranger stared at Roy without saying anything more.

Roy nudged the dazed Klayr beside him, and the two endured the pain in their bodies, supporting each other as they stood up and limped out of the street along the shrubbery wall.