The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 14: Bully

Chapter 14: Bully

The line was finally fading and they were now first.

"Next." The guard called.

’We are lucky this tournament is going on, we would have been fucked if not.’ Luther thought as he approached the guards.

The guard looked at him and sighed.

"I came to sign up for the tournament." He said.

"Uh huh." The guard wasn’t even looking at him anymore. "Name?" He asked, pulling out a form.

"Luther," he replied, standing tall.

The guard scribbled his name on the form. "Any special abilities or weapons?"

"Just my sword," he said, patting the weapon at his side.

The guard looked him up and down with little interest, then stamped the form. "You’re registered for the qualifiers. Take this." He handed him a simple black wristband. "This shows you’re a tournament participant. Don’t lose it."

He slipped it on his wrist, feeling the cool material against his skin.

"And this." He passed him a small brass key with a number etched into it. "Room 247 in the Competitor’s Quarter. All tournament fighters get free lodging until they’re eliminated."

"Thanks," he said, examining the key.

"Next!" the guard called, already looking past him.

He stepped aside where the others were waiting. Vess raised an eyebrow at the wristband.

"That was easier than expected," she said.

"Easier my ass, I have standing in line for hours." He said, looking at Selene who asking some guy information.

She came back with a proud expression, "The Competitor’s Quarter is this way," she said, pointing down a wide road leading into Section B. "It’s not fancy, but it’s better than sleeping outside."

As they walked through the gates into Section B, he noticed how different everything looked. The buildings were taller, the streets cleaner, and people were dressed in finer clothes. Some gave his group curious glances, eyes lingering on his black wristband.

"Many competitors stay with sponsors," Selene explained as they walked. "Those without connections use the provided rooms."

"Makes sense. anyways, this place is basically a city, so big." He said, looking at all the neat buildings. ’barely any cracks in sight. If this is just section B, just how incredible is section A?’ He was lost in thoughts now.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they reached a large stone building with dozens of windows. A sign read "Tournament Quarters" above the entrance.

Inside, they found a busy lobby filled with fighters of all kinds. Some looked dangerous, others just nervous. All wore black wristbands like his.

"Room 247," he said, heading for the stairs. "Let’s see what we’re working with."

Before they could head up, someone threw a dagger straight at his face which he caught easily. He looked at it and the guy who threw it. "Look what we have here, the guy with the big balls." The man said, walking up to him slowly.

"You think you a tough just because you stood up to those nobles?" He leaned in close to Luther’s face, trying to look intimidating.

The girls want to interfere, thinking Luther would cause trouble but to their surprise, he didn’t. "Look, I am tired, can we do this some other time?" He asked, handing the man his dagger. But the man didn’t take it, he looked even more pissed now.

"Are you looking down on me, brat?" He growled, stepping even closer. The tension in the lobby was rising.

Luther sighed, still holding out the dagger. "No. I just want to see my room and rest. We can fight during the tournament if you want."

The man knocked the dagger from his hand, sending it clattering to the floor. "I don’t wait for tournaments to put weaklings in their place."

Other fighters in the lobby had stopped what they were doing to watch. Some seemed eager for a fight, while others just looked annoyed at the disturbance.

"Fine," he said, his patience wearing thin. "You want to do this now? Let’s go outside."

Vess grabbed his arm. "Luther, this isn’t necessary."

"Let him go," the man sneered. "I want to see if the guy who stood up to House Haver has any real skill or just a big mouth."

He gently removed Vess’s hand. "It’s okay. It was going to happen sooner or later."

They walked outside, followed by a crowd of curious fighters. The man was taller than Luther by a few inches and had muscles that strained against his shirt. A long scar ran down the side of his face, and he wore several small trophies on his belt.

"Name’s Kross," the man said, pulling out a short sword. "Remember it when you’re crying in pain."

Luther didn’t draw his weapon. "One hit. First to land a solid hit wins."

Kross laughed. "You’re not even going to use your sword?"

"Don’t need it."

This made Kross even angrier. He lunged forward with surprising speed, slashing at Luther’s chest.

"What’s going on here?" A girl that looked to be well known appeared, looking at the fight.

"Just Kross going after the newbies again, though, this time," the guy watched as none of kross hit, "might seem he might have bitten off more than he can chew."

The girl crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. Watching the fight closely.

Luther easily dodged each of Kross’s wild swings, not even breaking a sweat. The crowd watched in amazement as the new competitor moved with surprising grace.

"Stand still!" He shouted, growing more frustrated with each missed attack.

"Are you done?" Luther asked calmly.

Kross roared and charged forward with his sword raised high. This time, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he stepped into Kross’s space, grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand, and in a swift motion, used his own momentum against him.

With a simple twist and pivot of his body, he sent Kross spinning through the air. The bigger man’s feet left the ground completely as he rotated, his face frozen in shock. His weapon clattered to the ground as he spun.

Luther didn’t even watch him fall. He simply turned and walked away, heading back toward the building.

"Room 247," he said to his companions as if nothing had happened. "I could really use that rest now."

Behind him, Kross crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. The crowd stood in stunned silence for a moment before erupting in whispers and exclamations.

"Did you see that?"

"One hand! He flipped him with just one hand!"

"Who is this guy?"

Vess, Luna, and Selene hurried to catch up with him, who was already climbing the stairs inside the building.

"That fighting style is never not impressive," Selene said, glancing back at the crowd still gathered outside.

He shrugged. "He’s a brute, nothing special beating someone like him."

They found Room 247 at the end of a long hallway. The room was simple but clean, with two beds, a small table, and a window overlooking the training grounds.

"Not bad," he said, dropping onto one of the beds. "Better than sleeping outside for sure."

"You’ve made quite an entrance," Luna said softly. "First the nobles, now this."

"Wasn’t trying to," he replied, closing his eyes. "People just don’t know when to leave others alone."

As his companions discussed their next steps, he dozed off, tired from the long day.