Chapter 71

# Chapter 71: <Contrary to Intentions>

Cale could hear Tunka's excited voice shouting.

"Prepare immediately!"

In an instant, the arena for the fight began to form in the camp. It was nothing out of the ordinary. The tribe members, who went wild at the sight of a fight or battle, cleared away the tents beside the training ground and created an increasingly large circular space.

- A human, a plump human, is looking at you.

Cale turned his gaze at the black dragon Raon's words. Billos, pale as a ghost, was staring at Cale from a distance. He waved his hand casually at Billos.

He could see the staff officers beside Billos, but now was not the time to worry about them. As a shadow fell in front of him, Cale turned his gaze forward.

"I will guide you to the front."

A towering woman. Tunka's right-hand and the best spear user among the tribe members, Felicia, pointed to the front row of the arena's viewing stands. Cale's expression darkened.

"There's no need to do that."

Cale had no intention of going to the front. The place closest to the arena. If Tunka were to fly over or if Chuihan were to accidentally shoot an aura, he would be the one to die.

"We must offer you the best seat."

As Felicia said this and looked forward, Cale could see, as if by a miracle, the soldiers clearing a path to the center of the arena.

Indeed, the drill sergeant, Felicia.

Cale sighed and followed the path through the soldiers to the very front of the arena. Although he had hidden his dominating aura, Felicia and the soldiers could not take their eyes off Cale.

His slow, leisurely steps seemed relaxed, and the boy and woman following him looked extraordinary.

- Why are you going to such a dangerous spot! Weak human, just because you've grown a little stronger, you shouldn't act like this!

But Cale, while listening to the nagging of the 4-year-old Raon, was just walking slowly because he didn't want to go. Rosaline and Lac's expressions following Cale were not good.

"Master Cale."

"Why is that?"

Rosaline, looking at the arena where Chuihan and Tunka would fight, spoke cautiously.

"What if you end up being hated?"

Hated? Cale's eyes were filled with doubt.

At that moment, Lac came closer and whispered.

"As my sister said, if Chuihan wins, won't it be a big problem? What if they rebel? What if Tunka, in his anger at losing, refuses to do anything?"

Rosaline and Lac had no assumption that Chuihan would lose. This was the same for Cale. However, Cale's thoughts were slightly different.

Cale slowly sat down in the chair hastily prepared for the high-ranking officials. He pointed to the seats on either side of him for the two still standing.

"Do you want to keep standing?"

Rosaline and Lac sat down, their worry still evident. Then Cale's voice reached their ears.

"Don't worry."

Tunka is not that strong. Of course, he was strong in the human world, but compared to whales or dragons, he was ridiculously weak.

However, if Tunka had met a stronger opponent and suffered, vowing revenge, he would never have been able to take this position.

And this was not just the case with him.

"Watch."

Rosaline turned her gaze as Cale pointed to the circular arena. At that moment,

"U! U! U!"

The voices echoing across the vast arena. The shouts of the soldiers surrounding the arena reached Rosaline's ears. It didn't end there.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of the tribe members stomping their feet filled the arena. Lac, who had been watching, could feel the vibration under his feet. As the tribe members started stomping, gradually, the knights and regular soldiers joined in, stomping their feet without exception.

"U! U! U!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound grew louder and louder, as if the earth itself was trembling.

"Master! What, what is this?"

The timid and small Lac looked at Cale with a pale face at the sight. He saw Cale smiling. Cale's eyes were sparkling.

He explained to Lac and Rosaline.

"What's important to them is not winning or losing."

At that moment, Felicia approached Cale. She was about to sit behind him. Her ears caught Cale's voice.

"Warrior's ritual."

She stopped sitting and looked at Cale. Unaware of this, Cale only looked forward. Gradually, the two warriors appeared in the arena, on the battlefield.

Chuihan and Tunka. Looking at them, Cale continued indifferently.

"They fight."

What was important to those led by Tunka was not victory or defeat. They fight. That was all that mattered. Especially when the opponent was not an enemy, the warriors' fight was sacred.

"Only that matters."

Cale finished speaking and leaned back in his chair as much as possible. Seeing Chuihan and Tunka enter the arena to fight, he was afraid they might get hurt.

At that moment, the voice of the black dragon Raon was heard.

- Don't worry, weak human. I'm stronger than those two! They won't get hurt.

It was a voice filled with pity. Cale felt strangely bad, but he leaned back in his chair as much as possible and glanced behind.

"Why is that?"

"No, it's nothing."

Cale turned his gaze forward as he saw Felicia, who had been looking at him, sit down. Of course, he straightened his back, away from the chair's backrest. He was worried that the stern but loyal Felicia to Tunka might harm him.

- No, don't sit in the chair so pitifully! Human, stand up straight and watch! Excellent!

Ignoring the black dragon Raon's nonsense, Cale watched as Tunka's other confidant, Hota, stepped forward as the referee.

'Well, there's no real referee anyway.'

Until the opponent loses consciousness or submits. That was the tribe's sparring. And fainting was a shameful thing to them.

"Master, can we be at ease now?"

"Yes, that's fine."

Cale answered Rosaline's question and watched the arena as Hota shouted. Hota blew a small whistle.

Peeeee!

The sparring began.

If they could just start fighting immediately. Chuihan and Tunka, however, stared at each other without moving. Cale watched them without much thought.

At that moment, Tunka's voice was heard. The arena was very wide, but he was watching from just outside, so he could hear the voice, which was very loud.

"Why are you watching the weakling's reaction?"

Weakling? For some reason, Cale felt this was referring to him.

'Chuihan is watching my reaction? Why?'

Cale had a question, but he couldn't think further. Rosaline and Lac were glancing at him, so it was clear that Tunka's weakling was indeed him.

At that moment, Chuihan's voice was heard.

"...What did you say?"

His voice was very low. Cale could see the sneer on Tunka's lips.

"Why are you watching? Weaklings should be the first to die, whether on the battlefield or anywhere else! You should know that, right?"

Rosaline and Lac frowned. At that moment, a word reached their ears.

"Haa."

Cale sighed. Seeing this, Lac tightly closed his mouth. His fingernails were growing sharper and longer. Rosaline wiped her eyes with her fingers.

But their movements soon stopped.

"Poor guy."

...Poor? Confusion appeared on their faces, and they looked at Cale. Cale, as if he had never sighed, looked at the arena with a calm face.

The Chuihan Cale knew had been dropped into the Dark Forest, a hell, from the weakest state in his second year of high school when the world stopped. To such a Chuihan, Tunka, who said that weaklings should die first, was just pitiful to Cale.

"Master Cale, who just said 'poor'-"

"...Watch."

Cale pointed to the arena instead of answering Rosaline.

At that moment, Chuihan unsheathed the sword at his waist. The ordinary iron sword, thrown lightly by Chuihan, flew to the corner of the arena.

Thud. The sound of the scabbard falling. Cale nodded at this action and muttered.

"Of course, hitting with your hands feels better."

Lac and Rosaline were startled. And Cale's words became reality.

Smack!

"Ugh!"

Rosaline could now understand who the poor guy Cale had mentioned was.

Smack! Bang!

Boom.

The arena was silent.

No one could speak. But in Cale's mind, Raon's voice was echoing.

- He's really beating him up!

That's right. Chuihan was really beating Tunka up.

"Ugh, this bastard!"

Despite his large build, Tunka shot at Chuihan nimbly and threw a punch.

Smack.

With a cute sound, the punch was blocked by Chuihan's palm. Chuihan grabbed the punch and moved his body toward Tunka. All of this happened in an instant.

Cale could only see that much. The rest was invisible to him.

But he could hear.

Boom!

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