My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose

Chapter 213 – Glasses Boy Seeing the Battle Ahead

A showdown, huh?

I glanced around at the group, which had already somewhat divided into teams.

There’s Lisse, Chace, Florentine, Belge, Trawllul, Harriatan, Geodine, and finally, me.

And on the other side, there’s Hydra, Cherry, Shuren, Caro-something, Marion, and Eorazel.

…Hmm, there seems to be a chance for victory.

“The rules are simple: the team that collects the most signal flares and submits them wins. It doesn’t matter if they’re collected separately or all at once.

We’ll be throwing nine signal flares today, and the competition will continue until all nine are collected.

Also, once a team member submits a signal flare, they lose the right to participate.”

So we collect as many signal flares as possible.

The team with the highest total wins.

Hmm, indeed, there seems to be a chance for victory after all.

Hydra is formidable in terms of strength, and Eorazel, who is as strong as Lisse, should also be noted.

I’m not sure yet, but Shuren might be similar to me in essence. So, he might be willing to resort to some nasty tricks.

But our team is definitely not inferior.

And above all, it’s the advantage in numbers that—

“However, since the Assassin Team only has six members, one member will temporarily transfer from the Monster Hunting Team. This will make the numbers even.”

…Huh? Temporary transfer? Does that mean we lose our numerical advantage?

…

Hold on a second.

If they take Lisse, it’s game over.

If Lisse is chosen for that one-person transfer, the match will be decided.

Glancing at Hydra—Hydra was blatantly eyeing Lisse.

This is bad.

They’re ruthlessly targeting Lisse.

They’ll stop at nothing to win.

Hydra is truly frightening.

Even though our acquaintance has been brief, she already knows a lot about the candidates.

“If anyone from the Assassin Team wants to volunteer—”

“I want Lisse.”

They answered without mercy, almost greedily. Wait. Hold on. The match is already decided at this point.

“Yeah. Lisse, you’ve been called. What do you want to do?”

Instructor Evanesque left the decision to Lisse.

So, it’s not a rule where they’re chosen against their will. It’s up to the individual.

“Um, I…”

Lisse seems hesitant.

Looking at Hydra on the other side, then back at us, it’s like they’re weighing whether to go or stay.

It’ll be okay like this.

So, there’s still hope.

“Hey, Lisse.”

He’s here.

It’s the surly-looking boy, Harriatan.

Aren’t we from the same hometown? Stop her. Stop her.

“It’s been a while since we had a match! I won’t lose!”

Huh, why? Why are you doing this? Why are you going to drive her away? Look around.

“Huh? Oh…right. Then, I’ll head over there.”

…

Seriously, look around.

Who’s supposed to be the leader anyway?

Losing Lisse is painful in terms of ability, but she’s also a natural leader.

Among this group, who else besides Lisse can be a leader? In team competitions, individual skills alone won’t cut it.

Hydra already knew that.

Not just the outline of the competition, but in terms of team dynamics, she knew who would be at the center.

Lisse’s abilities are well-known as part of the rookie rites, and she’s not bad at making friends either.

She’s a bit too serious, but that’s usually a virtue, even if it occasionally becomes a flaw.

Some of us already think, “It’s okay to follow Lisse.”

At least, those of us who have spent time with her have hunted monsters under her command. We know her skill and leadership ability, so we can trust her.

Hydra saw that in Lisse.

By targeting the most important person— the one who can unite the group— she not only eliminates competition but also gains an ally.

…Well, I guess it’s game over.

“You guys are pathetic.”

The second day’s showdown ended in the blink of an eye.

Instructor Evanesque’s harsh words were, well, understandable. We just had to accept them.

Given the outcome of the match, such words were expected.

The result was eight to one.

The Assassin Team won by a landslide, collecting eight signal flares.

Well, it’s not surprising, really.

As expected, they were organized and acting systematically.

In contrast, we had no one giving orders, no one trying to be a leader, and everyone was acting independently without coordination.

Chace was the only one who managed to grab a signal flare, getting it first and submitting it the fastest.

The rest were all taken by them.

“I didn’t expect it to be so one-sided. What’s going on? Did you guys hold back? If you’re not serious about it, just go back to your hometown.”

It’s a result that you can’t help but say. Oh well.

“Wait a minute!”

“Yeah, it’s not fair!”

Harriatan and Trawllul raised their voices.

“We were attacked! Is this even allowed?”

“It hurt!”

Ah, they didn’t even realize that from the start. They just thought it was a regular competition.

But it’s different. This is a full-on scramble.

That’s because it involved the use of force.

From the looks of it, yesterday’s “competition” went smoothly. Honestly, though, the scramble began yesterday.

But in a team showdown like this, it’s more about “how to snatch” than anything else.

Like, how to easily take it away from someone who collected it alone, with a few people teaming up.

It’s through such advantages and small victories stacked up that the result of victory or defeat comes about.

So no matter how strong an individual is, no matter how skilled, they can’t win in a showdown.

“What are you talking about so lukewarmly?”

Oh, whoa.

Instructor Evanesque is starting to leak hostility. She’s really mad.

“Why did you come here? To compete and live happily together? Then seriously, go back to your hometown. I’m not saying don’t get along, I’m not saying don’t enjoy training.

But don’t misunderstand the basics. The friends beside you are also rivals at the same time.

If you want to get stronger, compete with each other. Struggle with all your might to win. And make efforts not to lose. It’s the confrontation, the competition, that leads to each other’s improvement.

If you understand, then don’t ever produce such a shameful result again. And don’t speak lukewarmly. Next time, I’ll expel you. This is the Tower of Bryne, a place to nurture excellent assassins. We don’t need troublemakers who only bring negative influence.”

…

Huh? Next time?

“Tomorrow, we’ll do the same training with the same group. The monster hunting team needs to produce results that satisfy me.”

…

With this group?

Once more?

Without Lisse?

…

…

Well, what’s the plan…