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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The Rahel Academy all-out war finally began.
As with all events, the opening ceremony was quite tedious.
The chairman gave an opening address, followed by the headmistress, then the customary greetings from the imperial family.
And, of course, the declaration by Lily Adelheight, the superhuman pride of Rahel Academy… It all unfolded in a predictable manner.
However, even amidst this tedious procedure, the students’ eyes sparkled with anticipation for the all-out war.
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The first event was
Naturally, it wasn’t judged by actual healing of people.
They couldn’t create injured individuals just for the all-out war.
Lifestones.
Many unexplained principles still existed in this world, and lifestones were one of them.
They were stones that, despite being inanimate, could receive the power of healing just like living beings.
Therefore, most healing students had an inseparable relationship with lifestones.
The rules were simple: heal a half-broken lifestone.
And now, it was the final stage of the competition.
The students watched, wide-eyed, at the unexpected results unfolding before them.
Every comment from the academy commentators seemed to revolve around the failing class.
It was rather amusing.
The first-place winner was right there, yet the second-place winner received more attention.
Applause and cheers erupted.
The students who had competed and lost couldn’t bring themselves to clap, understandably frustrated.
However, the mid- and upper-class students who hadn’t been selected as representatives applauded generously, perhaps resonating with the underdog’s rebellion.
The top-class students joined in the applause, simply enjoying the unexpected turn of events… and the united failing class, of course, cheered enthusiastically.
“N-No… way.”
Amidst the commotion, Isabel mumbled, staring at her name displayed in the second-place slot on the electronic scoreboard.
She wasn’t sure if she should be having such audacious thoughts, but…
‘Too… easy?’
It was too easy.
That was the only impression she had.
The experience of facing actual demons, and the subsequent relentless studying based on that experience…
It had been a hellish period, but thanks to it, the competition just now felt incredibly comfortable.
This was what it was all for.
Isabel understood.
Filling her days with hellish training made the actual event feel more enjoyable and easier than ever.
Adrian, watching from the professors’ designated area, remained expressionless, even as the other professors offered their customary congratulations.
-Considerations on Rapid Healing.
That was the title of the material he had prepared and had Isabel study.
Healing magic was broadly divided into two categories: rapid healing and sustained healing.
Each had its advantages and disadvantages.
Rapid healing was fast, but its healing capacity was limited to 100, while sustained healing took longer but had a higher potential of 200.
With only a week left until the all-out war, sustained healing, with its complex learning process, was difficult to master in such a short time.
So, he had completely excluded it and focused on rapid healing.
His plan was to have her rely on rapid healing for now and then focus on maximizing the potential of sustained healing after promotion, in a better environment.
Of course, he hadn’t anticipated such overwhelmingly positive results.
“Isabel! How did you do it?”
In response to her classmate’s question, Isabel simply scratched her head.
“I just… studied and internalized what Professor Adrian told me to, and I naturally ended up in second place? Really. That’s all there is to it.”
“Really? I did everything the professor told me to as well! Do you think I’ll get good results too?”
Inspired by Isabel’s words, the failing class representatives began to feel a glimmer of hope.
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
“…You mid-class students are truly pathetic. How could you lose to the failing class?”
“I’m saying this because you might laugh, but you shouldn’t underestimate the failing class.”
“Pwahahaha! What a joke.”
The upper-class students began openly mocking the mid-class students.
“Ugh, seriously! I wish the failing class would beat the upper-class students too!”
“I know, right? It’s not that we’re underperforming, it’s that the failing class is abnormally good! They barely beat the failing class themselves, and they’re acting so arrogant…”
Concerned for their own reputation, the mid-class students found themselves forced to cheer for the failing class.
Before they knew it, they were cheering more enthusiastically for the failing class than for their own representatives.
“Failing class, fighting! If you’re going to win, beat the upper-class students too!”
“That’s right! It’s your fault we’re doing poorly! You guys attacked our professor!”
“Take responsibility! Failing class, take responsibility!”
Michelle, listening to the commotion, shook her head in disbelief. She was the representative for the next event, The first event was
“…Professor Rachel was the one who got beaten up by Professor Adrian, right? Why is she acting like this now? No, I know why she’s acting like this, which makes it even more annoying.”
One of Michelle’s biggest pet peeves was excessive fuss, so she naturally disliked this situation.
“Well… I’ll just take out my frustration on the other representatives.”
After that, led by Michelle, the failing class continued their impressive performance.
Isabel had set a good precedent, and Michelle secured first place, solidifying their momentum.
We diligently followed Professor Adrian’s teachings too!
So we can do it if we try!
With their skills honed and their resolve strengthened, how could they not achieve good results?
Moreover, the upper-class students had their top performers participating in multiple events, while the failing class representatives were limited to one event each.
This meant that in some events, the failing class even surpassed the upper class.
After all, even the most skilled individuals eventually tire.
The upper and mid-class students focused solely on maintaining their status.
‘We’re the upper class, so we have to be the best.’
‘We’re the mid-class, so we have to be better than the failing class.
Clinging to such abstract goals, their approach to learning couldn’t compare to the failing class, who had been studying with their lives on the line.
Those who had initially scoffed at the results now found themselves anticipating the failing class’s performance with a sense of excitement.
The failing class was already in a celebratory mood.
Amidst this festive atmosphere, Adrian calmly analyzed the situation, looking at the scoreboard.
Based on the cumulative scores, the upper class was in first place, with the failing class closely behind.
The gap wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t closing either.
It seemed not all students possessed Michelle’s innate talent.
Of course, even these results were satisfactory.
The failing class wasn’t even supposed to participate in the all-out war.
Even if they had, they would have suffered humiliating defeat and ended up in last place.
So, their current performance was more than enough to celebrate, but…
‘However.’
What the failing class needed now wasn’t just a satisfactory result, but a miraculous one.
The promotion of the entire failing class.
That was their only goal.
“…And there’s a way.”
If the failing class secured first place in the final event, they could overturn the current score difference and achieve first place overall.
‘You have to win, Charlotte.’
Adrian muttered silently to himself.
Charlotte quietly stood at the starting line, still seemingly lost in another world.
And beside her, someone spoke.
“You’re Charlotte from the failing class, right? Let’s do our best~”
The speaker had narrowed eyes and pink hair.
Charlotte had never seen her before, but she could tell she was from the upper class.
Charlotte completely ignored the greeting.
Just as the Mana Sprint was about to begin…
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[TL;DR we win theseeeee]
