News had spread through the entire academy, and now students and even teachers were swarming in from every direction to watch the spectacle.
What started as a small match had turned into a roaring arena.
The audience had multiplied fivefold, and now they weren't even watching sides—they were watching Mika.
"Go! Go! Another one!"
"He's unstoppable!"
"He's not even trying anymore!"
Cheers and screams filled the air with deafening intensity.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
The most humiliating aspect of it was the fact that Mika wasn't even taking them seriously.
He wasn't fighting to win.
He was toying with them.
Every time Nuri got frustrated about how the humans swarmed around her, she would flap her wings angrily and whine,
"Mikaaa! They're bullying me again!"
And Mika would sigh and then slam the ball toward whoever was closest to Nuri.
Whack!
The sound would echo like thunder as it smacked right into the unlucky player's stomach, face, or shoulder.
