HPDBC Volume 12 Chapter 22: A Matter Of Will
Volume 12 Chapter 22: A Matter Of Will
volume 12 chapter 22: a matter of will
volume 12 chapter 22: a matter of will
“keith, you really are something.” during knight class, coen and helm stared at the man in marvel. the way the class joined together was so fast; it was incredible.
however, the man shook his head, “it’s really nothing. besides, what i said was the truth.” that was something he knew for sure: there were gold pieces everywhere.
f-class definitely had some jewels in the class.
"also, you have to be more outspoken as well!" keith slapped him in the back, "you're supposed to be the representative."
"ahh," coen scratched his head.
"it doesn’t matter whether or not the other is a noble; you have to fight back for your classmates.” he had a good idea of what had happened in the meeting. because most of the other class representatives were nobles, he probably couldn't fight back.
"coen, you're a good leader. but you just need to speak out more and fight for what you think is right." coen was a good listener and heard what the others had to say. but he showed too much shyness from time to time.
“...i’ll try.”
“good enough.”
“but can you tell me why you didn’t want olin to be there?” that was something he wasn’t sure about. before keith had given such a speech, he specifically told coen to make sure olin didn’t make it to class today. and it wasn’t that difficult since that guy was always skipping class like it was nothing.
“do you really think i would want someone like that there while trying to boost morale?” out of everyone, olin needed to be out of class. no, if thens or buts. olin was the worst person in this case.
“one dumb word out of him would have caused the class’s morale to spiral down even further.” that was something he knew for sure. this guy didn’t know when to shut up and was an expert at causing trouble.
“i see,” coen could only laugh because this was true. there were already so many stints in which he caused problems for the class.
"but he's a good guy, keith. don't judge him too harshly." coen was about the only person he talked to. and he was pretty easy to talk with.
“fair,” keith nodded, which caused olin’s eyes to widen.
“i won’t deny the fact that nobles are the ones who dominate the academy.” that was something that was the fact. “however, that doesn’t mean it can’t change.”
“you really think it can change?”
“maybe. maybe not. but unlike the others, you no longer have that fire.” keith’s eyes scowled.
“the others may not realize it. but they are willing to challenge those who are deemed to be above them.” they decided to follow keith, and wanting to take on the other classes, they would no longer back down.
“but you, on the other hand, have no fire.”
“it’s because-”
“because they haven’t seen what those nobles can do? please, they have seen enough to know that they want to rise up.” keith shook his head, “you just gave up and sat there on your hands and knees. that’s the mentality of a loser.”
"..."
“to be honest, that idiot jerome is someone i don’t like. but he at least had a fire in his stomach to fight back.” jerome was the dumbest and brashiest person he had ever met. but despite all this, he had a fire that didn’t go down! he wanted to go to s-class as if he would die without it.
his will of wanting to go was something he wasn’t going to laugh at.
“you don’t have that. you’re just a loser.”
“i-”
“and the worst kind as well. you clearly have the talent to become something better than the others. but you choose not to fight back.”
“...what if i fight back?” olin muttered.
“will you fight back?” a matter of will.
“i will!”
“then follow me! let’s show everyone that f-class is not to be looked down upon.”
“i will follow you enough.” olin still had doubts about keith.
"good enough." keith laughed. it was more than enough for him.