He said, "Trials? I didn't sign up to this shit."
His eyes widened with rage
He was clearly pissed off, he had just been burned, and they were already talking about another test.
She replied "Well you can still leave"
Her sharp jawline was bent forward,
her beautiful mouth was slightly smiling and her scared blue eyes were wide open
She was certainly smug about this situation
"Oh after you already burned me" he responded sarcastically
He was thinking, 'What if I fail? Would I have been burnt for nothing?!'
He couldn't accept it, he couldn't no no… he won't fail.
She said, "You can set up camp; 24 hours from now, it will be held,
your trials will be held here, failure to enter on time will count as a forfeit "
He was confused and scared, but he still set up camp nonetheless.
He lay awake as sleep eluded him
His feelings and thoughts were all over the space he thought to himself
'I should have done better, I mean I have trained my entire life for this exact moment
Was all that for nothing? Was all my efforts useless,
I mean, I was the chosen one; the voice chose me, not anyone else.
Also, others can afford to fail I cannot my village has chosen me after all I am their only hope"
He was staying late overnight thinking about everything in his life
'The first day was such a mess, firstly I had that fight with the weirdly powerful beast
Then I thought people would help me they didn't
Lastly, now I have to get ready for some trials I know nothing about he thought to himself
He woke up with only 3 hours of sleep
Ate weird meat, it felt like eating rubber but it also tasted raw.
He drank water that tasted contaminated
He always thought water was tasted but this has a taste but not a good one.
He finally left his tent to go to the trials
He felt as if his legs weren't moving
With every step he took there were nails under him,
His arms felt like they were made of heavy metal and had a few corks missing.
24 hours passed he was looking forward to ending this mess
But he also was scared of what was to come
He wasn't ready when he saw….another swordsman
Waiting for him they threw him a sword
He felt like he was out of breath, he was shocked
He thought 'fuck I am hyperventilating my breath is shallow this will make my game weak but is still should be able to win'
He heard his stomach grumbling from hunger
His throat was dry as if he was in the desert
Even tho there were foods and drinks but he couldn't eat them or drink them because of how bad they were
He told himself 'I made a mistake not consuming as much as I needed'
But most importantly he was really out of it
His head was cloudy his body was barely hanging by a thread
Every step he took felt heavy and robotic
He heard 10s of men screaming "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"
That awoken him a bit but it still wasn't enough
The sword felt heavy he had never seriously fought another human before
How was he supposed to have killing intent on a fellow person of the same race?!
He realized he wasn't ready, but it's too late
"If you survive you will be one of us," the other swordsman said
Before he can even think
He is getting attacked, the enemy swordsman is fast and strong.
He is getting barraged from all directions with attacks raining as if he were in the middle of a storm
But his sword stood in the way, a defender a testament to his work
The blade is grazing his clothes, he is on the defensive the entire fight
The attacks hitting his guard felt heavy
Strangely heavy these attacks shouldn't carry this much weight
He parried attacks with way more weight behind them.
He realizes 'Oh it's exhaustion'
He's redirecting them all but somehow that's still not creating an opening
He thinks 'Oh he's good, even tho my parries should have created many openings his fighting style negates that'
Our hero is trying to dodge, block, and parry everything.
He is doing his best, But it's not enough his moves are robotic
He is not on his best game
With this rate, he will definitely lose
His moves were sluggish
But his best would be for nothing if he kept on like this...
As long as he doesn't attack he will lose but he never landed a blow with an actual sword on another person
He was thinking to himself, 'shit, what if I kill him-? Or wait what if he kills me?!"
But a strong sidekick took him out of his thoughts
He blocked all sword attacks so far but wasn't ready for a kick
He could've dodged it but all his reactions were delayed nothing was adding up he felt as if he wasn't even in the fight
He was running on fumes
He thought 'That's not fair they are playing it dirty'
He saw another sword attack coming in
He put out his sword to block it
It hit his sword like a raging river hitting a bolder
His fingers got loose
Before he knew his sword got launched away from his hands
His eyes narrowed his hands shaking he was in utter shock
His breath got even more uneven even more shallow and way more straining
He got punched and then kicked both straight in his face
He hits the ground blood flowing through his mouth
He feels his body aching it's red and swollen
His eyes are bloodshot red, from sweat and dust, stinging and burning
He feels the cold blade up against his throat
He wasn't ready to hear...
"You have now failed, leave, weak people will only be a burden for us."