I Expected A Battle Of Wits の小説・ストーリー

I have some bruises on my body, but knowing myself, I don’t lose any fight. Using my intelligence, I outsmart him. He’s big, and that means he’s slow. I defeat him and even knock him out cold. The emcee announces that I won, and I’m the one who will challenge Demon in the next round. The battle will be held two weeks from now.

Did I go around and go backward on the path? A smug smirk tugged on Eugene’s face before he leaped and attacked. I was not expecting that. I thought at least we would have time to discuss because, as always, I was planning to get the Betas in a diplomatic way. But it looks like I couldn’t do this with this one.

He shook his head and then smiled, “Well, we wouldn’t be here if you had the capability to forgive and forget, I am aware that this might be my last day but I won’t go down so easily” “I expected a fight” “Then a fight you will have” I never understand why men who are weaker than their opponents still chose to fight them, I had pictured several scenarios of this fight in my head and not one did he turn out to be victorious but Ofcourse he was a sly fox seeing how he betrayed me and I left a little room for some surprises.

“Fight!!” The senior who had stood upright at my question, bent again, fisting her hands. “Maybe. I think that might be the best solution, even though you didn’t cast any bet. If you win this session, I’m sure that would be the best fit. But that’s conditional. Can you beat me? You don’t seem like you have battle experience.” I shrugged my shoulders. I did not. But she didn’t have to know that. “If I should blow the whistle again, you both would be disqualified…”

He gestured at the dozens of cameras that were flashing, capturing everything that had happened and everything that would still happen. "You're delusional if you think I'm going down without a fight," I said to him. He laughed at my sentence and I looked around wondering what could be funny, "I expect you to put up a fight, but listen to me when I say, this battle is pretty much over, I win." He spat in my face and laughed even harder.

Mrs Tabitha joked grinning from one ear to another. I chuckled putting off the fire, returning my body to its normal state. "Now you are ready to fight Abaddon." She announced happily. Yes I am, but it won't be just any fight. It would be his favorite.. MIND GAMES.

We adhered to her rules as it set parameters for the difference in good and evil, but that did not mean that we worshiped her in the same manner as those damn mutts. “Annnnnndddd….I am not doing this right now.” I retorted, and returned my gaze back to the very crowded room of other members that had gathered round to bare witness. I waved my arms around the room to emphasize my point that now was not a time or place to have our first battle of wits that as of right now I was sure he was going to fail miserably. “Ahh.. You do have a point.” He stated as he walked around the table to take a seat next to his sister all while still half laughing to himself.

“Olliver, how did you feel when you saw him?” Olliver thought for a few seconds, “I have never felt like that before. My tummy did a few flips and I felt him behind me, so I turned to look. When I saw his eyes I don’t know what I felt. But I wanted to look at him and touch him and talk to him. I want to meet him even now and I don’t know if this is right but I want to spend time with him.” There was no doubt Olliver had extremely high IQ. With the way he talked and he saw things that others missed it was clear he was very intelligent.

"I believe this information is enough to keep you all hooked and incite your conclusions regarding the outcome of this battle. " The crowd once again burst in the flames of chatters. Although several adults have already lost interest however, there was still a big crowd that was willing to pay a bit more attention. "Come on! Is she serious?" "This is… this is… unexpected!" "Who cares man? This is just a battle between two low-calibers." "Yeah, this is spontaneous. It'll be pretty boring..." "but wait! Spontaneous it might be….but this is interesting!" "How the fuck is this interesting to you? The main event is delayed by this crap..."

“This one will test your teamwork in a more dynamic setting. It’s called the Battle of Wits.” The sun hung high in the sky, casting warm rays down on us, but I could sense the shift in energy. I was excited but apprehensive. “What exactly does that entail?” I asked. “You’ll face off against my best fighters in a series of sparring matches. The goal is not just to defeat them, but to showcase your ability to think strategically and work together under pressure,” he explained. I glanced at Xavier, who nodded, determination etched on his face. “We can do this,” he said confidently.