Lucas was still trying to figure it out when Princ.i.p.al Lyns went on. "It was Coach Clive. He will come over later and both of you can get to know each other."Coach Clive… this name sounded familiar. But he could not recall where he heard it before.
Doll said, "Coach Clive is one of the best coaches in White Day High, he"s just a little domineering. Even Princ.i.p.al Lyns doesn"t dare challenge him. I wish you luck." she looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
Lucas finally remembered where he heard Coach Clive"s name from. Back in the Princ.i.p.al"s Office, Princ.i.p.al Lyns had mentioned the man who coerced her into preparing the selection for the tournament.
A while later, the rest room door opened and a man strode in.
He looked elegant yet haughty, with a sort of suaveness that made him look like a King from another world. He wore a flattering office outfit, a clean-cut maroon hair, and a light silk necktie. Besides those, he did not have additional accessories on. With his shoes clicking, he walked towards Lucas and stopped right before him, looking down at him—
"So it"s this little boy?" his voice was cold and piercing, like an impeccable gla.s.s of ice-cold liquor.
Lucas was unhappy, what did he mean by "little boy"? He wanted to tell Coach Clive that when he was expelled, he was already 21-years old, way past the age of a "little boy". What a pity that he could only keep those words to himself.
Princ.i.p.al Lyns" work expression was plastered with a smile as she politely stood up. "Coach Clive, please take a seat."
Coach Clive did not sit, and in fact, he did not even turn to look at her. He squinted as he scrutinized Lucas.
Many years down the road, Lucas and Coach Clive spoke of their first meeting. Coach Clive had a cup of coffee in his hand as he reminisced. "You at that time… you looked so scrawny and sickly. Had I not watched the judgement before meeting you, I wouldn"t have believed that it was you who defeated the Two Bastions"
Lucas could not read Coach Clive"s mind.
Coach Clive sized him up with him exacting standards for a while. "Lucas, is that right, so you think you"re great being able to partic.i.p.ate in the selection? You don"t even cherish yourself at such a young age, just look at your ghostly being, how are you going to make it big?"
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Lucas was rendered speechless with all the lecturing. Coach Clive was right, being a fighter depended on individual strength and ability —one had to take good care of themselves and avoid falling sick. But this cold was really an accident, if there was anyone who should be blamed, it would be Mr. Vacio. If he hadn"t called him and negotiating for him to be back at Aspho, he would not have ended up like this.
Looking at the situation, Moon stepped forward to intervene, and with much effort, he managed to get Coach Clive to take a seat by the side.
He looked like a King even as she sat on the sofa, going on about the things that new fighters had to take note of —not to entertain the audience as they pleased, not to get into battles as they wished, to respect the opponent"s arrangements for them, to always be mindful of their image, the list goes on. In fact, he did not have to be briefed on all these, Lucas knew exactly how to handle them and was all second nature to him.
What Lucas was bothered about were the training things instead.
"For a fighter, the training will be a waste of force." Coach Clive told him. "All the training suits that you"ve been wearing have to be replaced by new ones. You have to up your resistance."
As he spoke, she glanced at Lucas" appearance with a look of despise.
Lucas forced a smile. His appearance was a result of that G.o.dly Potential thing, with clothes remains that were left behind by the burned clothes itself. The clothes have been bruised and burned many years that the color was dark, but he had no choice, that judgement was a must to win at every rate, which he did, that he was now part of the school"s skill selection.
"Maybe I should go out to take some fresh air myself." Moon interfered and stands. Doll also leave the room. Lucas still was not happy nor sad. He has to be happy about being selected, but he has to be sad that Moon and Doll did not. They might be parting ways.
Princ.i.p.al Lyns stood. "I should leave the both of you alone. You have a lot of things to talk to." she spoken, and leave. Lucas watched the door slowly closed by the wind.
Outside, Princ.i.p.al Lyns saw Moon and Doll sitting on a balcony near a tree. It was hot this afternoon. But one thing caught her attention. Moon Martin looked like as sad as a person with a dead loved ones. She just ignored it.
As Doll and Moon doted at each other, Princ.i.p.al Lyns was right. But unbeknownst to her, Moon"s parents did died, and in fact, it is their first death anniversary.