บท 57: [Weapon Selection] [5]

"Urgh..."

As my eyes fluttered open, a groan escaped my mouth, confusion itching in my mind as I massaged my temples.

'El?'

[Yeah.]

'I lost control.'

[You did.]

'...And I beat him up brutally.'

Focusing my gaze, I looked at Tristan, who was being taken away on a stretcher by staff members.

An oxygen mask covered his face, while a nurse attempted to stop the bleeding on his wounded shoulder.

The students were scattered around him, including Oliver, Ashlyn, Arianell, and Shyamal.

I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but the axe had lodged into his dominant hand's shoulder, and I was quite sure he would have a hard time using a sword for quite some time, if not for his entire life.

'Crazy bastard.'

I thought as I stood up.

All eyes turned to me as I walked towards the exit.

"I thought he was weak."

"Yeah, maybe he took some type of drug."

"Lunatic, nearly killing someone."