The dark-haired girl looks at the other team's court with a frightened look on her face.
The team on the other side, the men who ambushed me yesterday, are grinning at me.
'That's exactly what's going to happen. Haunt is a traditional sport, even if it's bent, and we're in class now. There's no way they're going to cheat, no matter how many times they do it! Let's beat those bastards fair and square and make them gasp!
Eliza is cheering up the dark-haired girl.
Huh.
Eliza is saying this, but I wonder if it's true.
I know from yesterday's incident that their insider's policy is to use any means possible to achieve their goals.
It's better to think that they'll try something in the middle of the game as well, nine out of ten.
''Anyway! Let's do the best we can if we're going to do it! Come on, let's go!
Eliza bravely takes command.
We had a coin toss with our opponents to start on the rear|defending side (rabbi).
The seven of us walked into a 20 meter square court.
There were three opposing attackers (shooters).
They were grinning and holding glove-shaped magic tools with a thin smile.
Huh.
I'm worried about how well the others will do.
Not just in this case, but in most sports, the performance of the entire team makes the difference between winning and losing, rather than an individual's performance.
No matter how hard I try, if all the other rabbis get wiped out, I'll only get one point, so I won't be able to relax until the end.