Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 45.2

“No. You’re destined to be discarded by Beryl-kun in three years.”

“!? ”

“Hey, Lisa. That’s enough.”

“Yes!”

Lisa had a triumphant look on her face, as if she had won, while the young lady entered the classroom with a terribly sad expression and without saying a word.

Rin glanced at me with a look that said ‘worst…’ for just a moment before chasing after the young lady.

No, no… I… didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

At that moment, I saw Al grinning from the hallway and a red-haired student looking at me with a disapproving gaze from a bit of a distance.

No, no… I haven’t done anything wrong!

During the morning classes, the young lady didn’t speak a single word to me.

Really… I haven’t done anything wrong… Sigh…

After eating the usual lunch, for some reason, we had a martial arts class in the elective subjects.

“Young lady, how about using a thin rapier-shaped wooden sword instead of the usual long sword wooden sword?”

“Hmm? Rapier-shaped?”

She finally spoke to me.

“Yes. Look, the representative of the new students over there is using a slightly thinner wooden sword, right? It has the advantage of a smaller surface area exposed to the air.”

“…I see. I’ll use it.”

“Yes. I’ve already prepared it. Here you go.”

“…Hmm. Even though I’m not a fated partner, you’ve prepared it for me.”

I never said anything like that!

“Young lady, do you remember when we first met Lisa?”

“…?”

“Remember how she was hiding in the shadows?”

“Yes.”

“She’s extremely shy. In fact, it was a miracle she could talk to you on our first meeting. She doesn’t understand personal space at all. It was my first time being called a fated partner.”

“I-I see…”

“Since Lisa has that kind of personality, I’d appreciate it if you could be friendly with her. I’m sure you’ll understand each other.”

“……”

The young lady took the thin wooden sword in silence and joined the class.

Even in a world with levels and statuses, real swordsmanship seems important, and everyone was practicing moving their weapons.

Everyone used different weapons, but the teacher taught according to each person’s level.

Suddenly, a teacher stood in front of me.

“You’re Beryl-kun, right?”

“Yes.”

“May I see your skill level?”

“Uh, sure. Could someone be my opponent――――”

At that moment, it felt like a crowd had gathered behind me, as if waiting.

“If you need an opponent, leave it to me!”

There were the noble students grinning and looking down on me.