The sonorous march resounded across the campus, like the finale of a grand performance.
The doors of an inconspicuous building swung open, and doctors and nurses in white coats streamed out, carrying medical kits stamped with the college emblem.
They had been monitoring the progress of this Live-action CS match from the shadows, standing by at all times.
Though the Frigg Bullets were loaded with anesthetic, and the grenades and rocket launchers primarily dispersed anesthetic with minimal charges, it was still an intense competitive event. Injuries were unavoidable.
Their task was to provide aid at the first sign of an accident and safeguard the lives of these young dragon slayers to the greatest possible extent.
The doctors and nurses worked in orderly silence, moving with practiced skill as they injected awakening agents into the "corpses" sprawled everywhere.
Amid the bustle, a balding little old man in thin, round gold-rimmed glasses stood out particularly. Covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, he frowned so deeply his brows knotted together and kept sighing.
"Money... This is all money..." Professor Manstein lamented bitterly, trembling as he pointed at the lawn, which had been blasted full of craters.
"Students these days don't focus on their studies, insisting on joining such pointless games instead! Is it fun? Huh? Is it fun? Fine, play if you want, but why cause this kind of damage?" he said indignantly.
Professor Manstein was the head of Kassel College's Disciplinary Committee, responsible for maintaining discipline.
But compared to disciplinary issues, he seemed far more distressed over the property damage.
Lu Mingfei and Amon sat side by side on the edge of a flower bed nearby. Each had a captured flag beside him and held a Coke they had "picked up" from a vending machine.
The poor machine had been