Frey knew she didn't possess exceptional talent. From the moment she started at Buqi, she used her unyielding personality to compensate for this gap, regaining bit by bit the differences between people with much more sweat than others.
But things were not as simple as she imagined.
As time went by, Frey gradually realized that sometimes the gap between people could not be bridged merely by hard work.
Just like in this academy, there were too many capable people, and she felt insignificant among them. Like a tiny firefly under the radiance of a bright moon, the little pride she had left in Buqi vanished completely.
In front of her was a senior knight student with a Silver Middle Rank strength, on par with Breson; in fact, if the tournament didn't limit the highest strength to Black Iron Peak, and if they had to rely solely on their understanding of swordsmanship, Frey would have already fallen to the ground —
Yet, even so, she felt her hands, gripping the sword, trembling.
