3 days later...
We had been abruptly informed at the end of our training yesterday that we would undergo a test. A test where we would prove our worth to the leader, those who performed excellent or good enough would be drafted into classes 1-4, while those who underperformed will be assigned to class 5 where intense training would be administered just to complement the lack of skill with hard work.
I was still in the dark about where they are going with this but deep inside I knew that they wanted to use us to perform assassinations in the future, judging from the getup of a ninja-like suit and a lot more reasons like us being trained in a young age, a cold and uncaring environment where children die all the time, and etc.
I didn't want to be their dog and get my hands dirtied again, I don't want to forfeit my new life for this yet...I also remembered that I can't go back and be with my parents... All I can do is avenge them like I did in my previous life and I can't get stronger by just making my life easy here.
I just have to endure for now whatever they would throw at me.
By then, I would have my way with them.
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-----Senkou's POV-----
'I didn't have any idea why I was here, all I heard was my parents talking to someone that I was worth 30000 yen. After that, I was transferred to this hellish place, but due to my fast reflexes and perception, I survived for more than a week.'
'However, a new event was announced yesterday and it was all about sparring with my peers. I was always vigilant in how I performed while I was in this place, I didn't want anyone to know my skills so I did all I can to look like I can't train for long or even show them that I had trouble mimicking my peers. I already memorized the set of movements they did and I was just doing it repetitively to temper my body.'
'But now, I had to focus my attention on this "sparring", I expected that a lot of my peers here would be weak when I studied their movements, they didn't even manage to perform the set of movements that the masked man here taught us, just enough to utilize it to flail around but when it came to fighting? It was nothing more than a joke.'
'I need to hide my strength. Showing off and being the center of attention in this place would give me more trouble than good.' I thought.
"ENTER!" I heard a voice call out to me on the other side, I was inside an outdated machiya(Urban House) so I just slid the fusuma(Sliding wall) to the side and I saw people who were seated at the side with their hands placed chabudai(Short table) with their faces flushed as they drank sake.
I stared at my opponent in front that entered alongside me. He was...a bit strange, unlike the children that I saw. He had brown hair and a pair of green eyes, he had a tired and apathetic look on his face that didn't seem to match how depressing this place is. I also noticed the way he moves is calculated, he may appear normal but in my eyes, he is hiding something and I would know why when I try to fight him.
"BEGIN" As soon as the fight started, I moved forward and tried to deliver a punch at his stomach, I didn't do it as fast as I could do but what I could normally muster, but, it failed and now he intended to return the favor by aiming at my stomach too. I dodged in a nick of time and made a quick jab at his face, but he already covered his face with his hands. I didn't continue the jab and utilized the set of movements we were taught to retreat back into my earlier position.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. We both stared into each other's eyes as we stood. I noticed that he lowered his back and his hair covered the side of his eyes, yet when I stared at his eyes again, he had a different gaze unlike what he gave me before. His eyes were filled with determination not to fight me but against the masked man, I gave him a disappointed look but he immediately understood that and charged toward me.
I prepared to block his attack and it succeeded, he didn't give it his all and I noticed that his strength somewhat diminished, he tried to land a hook at my right side but I evaded it, he tried to attack me with a hook to my left side and now I knew what he was aiming for with this spar of ours. I nodded albeit a bit late but I started exchanging blows with him, I let him hit me and he tried to let me hit him. What followed later was a disappointing trade of blows which got both of us bruised and tired, before finishing our fight with a "Dramatic" fist to our face which got both of us knocked out.
I only woke up when somebody poured a whole bucket of cold water on my body which I didn't enjoy, however, knowing that someone already had thoughts of escaping this place this early...made me feel excited.
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-----Martes' POV-----
'It had gone better than expected, I never knew a child or someone at my age would develop that kind of intellect and control but knowing that monsters exist in a place like this then somehow some people have the power to fight them right? Like that certain someone that fought my father and won, I wished I had powers like that...' I was still shaking from the cold water but it was nothing because now I had someone I could rely on here.
'One step at a time.'