The Next Prince, Chapter 42 pg6
The Next Prince, Chapter 42 pg6
“Are you afraid of losing?”
“You want to win, don’t you?”
Ramil smiled slightly at the response he received, knowing Petai well... The son of the Minister of Defense did not enjoy running or competing against anyone, without any desire for victory craving in him.
But everything they did was for him... That was the duty of being by his side. Petai had to do it.
“Yes, I want to win.” replied Ramil.
“...”
“But that doesn’t mean I won’t lose.” he clarified, making the white person beside him understand. Ramil seized the opportunity while about to enter the field to take advantage of the split second when no one could see, took the slender arm of his close friend, passed on some warm whispers to ease the tension of Petai.
“...”
“We just have to do our best together.”
With that whispered sentence, they both stepped inside the field. Ramil released his hand back to its original place, while the magnificent young royal revealed his sturdy face, being the only son of the Puchongpisut family that intimidated anyone who saw him.
The competition to determine the winner of the clan was held with no fanfare. Ramil did not go to wait at the designated resting place of his clan’s heir, instead choosing to stand and watch the first game’s players with Khanin on the opposite side.
Khanin looked calm and serene, having possibly reduced his agitation after passing one round. Ramil judged Jirat, who was sent to compete by the Atsawathewathin side against his team’s least skilled player, with a nonchalant expression.
Although it was true that the Puchongpisut team only had front line players who were the top of the country, the issue that every team had to face and could not avoid was that the skill level of each person was unbalanced.
But even so, Ramil was still confident that his team’s people would win the first game. The starting signal became louder, and the Puchongpisut team chose to play offensively. While the Atsawathewathin side received it, five minutes passed quickly, and the score in the first round made the young royal frown.
Jirat did not have many outstanding skills, but the way Atsawathewathin received it looked interesting, like intentionally playing the Puchongpisut and pairing to make a tie score more than deliberately scoring to win.
The result was a tie for both sides. Khanin did not seem to be furious, apparently planning for it to be like this from the start.
“I’ll take it on this myself.” whispered the close friend.
Ramil knew what Petai was thinking. If the opposing side planned to float the boat, Puchongpisut would have to play offensively, score quickly, and close the game to get ahead.
And, of course, sending the son of the Minister of Defense to the field was the smartest move, the name of Petai Ranwin was infamous.
The other side had an impressive level of skill that was hard to catch. A tall, slender figure held a sword in preparation, and the competition began with lightning speed. Atsawathewathin’s members turned out to be losing, with two team members gone.
The center score was displayed on the screen. Itti and Mira didn’t even have a chance to score. This round, they were competing against Petai.
Both sides lost in a way that didn’t have any objections or disputes. The son of the Ranwin family turned the situation around, making it easy for
Puchongpisut to win. Atsawathewathin lost all three team members, while Ramil lost only one.
“Don’t be afraid.” The sound of conversation was loud around them, but they couldn’t ignore the whispers of those around. Charan leaned towards Khanin and whispered something, while the host smiled in response.
“I trust you.” Khanin didn’t lie, he was never afraid of losing. In part because he trusted Charan, an apathetic person who wasn’t worried about anything, risking the team’s chance, making the public and various media agencies criticize them.
“That’s all.” said Charan before the tall man lifted his mask to wear it and stepped forward. He stood in front of the young boy, with the Minister of Agriculture, raising his saber in a prepared stance.
For Petai, competing against Itti and Mira for a moment was just warming up the body. But the reality was very different.
Finally, he competed against Charan, once again...
The hidden nails were pulled tightly. Even though they were close to each other, they would never see it. Today, they will find out how sharp they really are.
The sound of the competition signal rang loud again. This time,
Atsawathewathin’s side didn’t receive the shuttlecock, and Charan opened the offensive, while Petai tried to score half a point.
The saber waved and sparks flew as they exchanged blows and scored, with Puchongpisut receiving the next point. Atsawathewathin was knocked down, losing one more member.
Petai had always been suspicious of this person’s skills, but now he can see that it is true. Charan Phitakthewa is not just an ordinary skilled person, but has extraordinary skills beyond expectations.
Six minutes is not too long or too short for the competition. Petai intended to score all five in the last minute, but his eagerness caused him to miss a crucial opportunity. Charan defended before taking the offensive and scoring the game winning point in a blink of an eye.
The crowd cheered loudly as Atsawathewathin announced the defeat of Puchongpisut. Although four to five is not a score to be ashamed of, Petai did not feel that way.
For the spectators outside the field, this game seemed like a fierce fight, but for the players... Petai felt it was an act of restraint from Charan’s side, like he did not go all out.
The other party seemed to be standing on a higher ground, and their skill was like that of a master dealing with a novice. At this point, his assumption that Charan was saving his skills had been proven true.
And the Ranwin family’s son became even more convinced after Puchongpisut sent two professional athletes to compete, but Charan eliminated them in less than six minutes, leaving Ramil speechless with the score.
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