The Last Surviver -part 3

I was spaced out for a while due to the sudden announcement

“Hey.. are you still here?”

How the hell.. did it come to this-

“Hey I'm asking you?!”

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“Spar with this person here.”

“You two are going to spar.”

“Oh god.”

Present time

I’m panicking. “Why is there a sword in my hand? I seriously have no martial arts skill. Help! I’m not supposed to be here!”

“Sorry, host. As per your memories, you already have some basic martial arts skills so I’m restricted from helping you.”

‘Damn that Geezer system.’ I thought to myself.

“Hey, you! If you’re ready, just say it! Get in position!”

I panicked again and they shot the flag as a signal to start sparing. Suddenly the blond guy rushed towards me with the sword as if he would stab me any moment.

Everything is going too fast! What should I do?!

I threw the wooden sword away and took my defence position. He came rushing towards me and I held down his hand as he lost his grip. I surprised myself as I pulled his shirt over my shoulder and brought him down to the ground, all with my eyes shut from fear, not wanting to experience any of it. Not wanting to be here.

The crowds were silenced and I looked around to see everyone staring at me, clearly stunned. What just happened? I felt embarrassment, but why? I succeeded.

“Sorry…” I laughed nervously. “Instinct kicked in..” I explained.

I could see the commander, as impressed as I was with myself thinking about which quarter to send me too since my defence skills are not bad at all, just needed polishing so that I’d be useful in the battlefield.

“No…” He said. “He will be the princess’ guard. It was him I wanted to test, not you.”

“I know… But he has good skills so I thought of training him more and if I were to add him to a quarter, it’d be easier, you know…”

“I don’t care. Just create a routine especially for him and train him in the art of the sword. I will return in one month so make sure he can at least wield and kill a low level knight.” He ordered on leaving.

He sighs and pouts. “These people from Imperial Palace sure behave like jerks”.

“Isn’t cursing at royals prohibited” I questioned.

“Well usually but not for the likes of myself.”

“Oh I see but it’s weir- wait, how did you know what I was thinking?”

“Well it's obvious that people would think that when they first hear me.” He shrugged. Anyway here you go”. He handed me a small wooden token with the number ‘53’ engraved into it. “A token to your dorm room.” He explained.

“This guy here will guide you there.” He introduced me to my guide.

“Yes, Sir.”

I went up to get to the dorm room pretty much worried about if it would be really stinky and small or not as it might be tough to adjust as I lived in a pretty large room I sigh.

“Erm.. this is your room and here’s your token. Rest up well because from tomorrow the day will be rough”. He said and left.

“Ah, thank.. you” I said as I gradually lowered my voice since that person left as soon as he dropped me off and might have not heard me.

“Anyway it isn't a big deal.”

I opened the door and got there to see how it was. To my surprise I discovered that the room is pretty good and not so bad so I felt relieved. As I was looking around I realised every essential item was already placed there before I came.

'Did they plan to make me a part of the knights the day they brought me here or what?’ I thought to myself. Surprisingly I also found a paper and a quill pen. On closer inspection I noted that it was not actually made from the feather of a bird but metal with a fake feather, red in colour, as bright as a flame. Surely it couldn’t be the feather of a phoenix? Phoenix is just mythical. Am I in a novel where the feathers of phoenixs are as commonly found as those of crows?Though I must say it’s quite sad they’re using phoenix feather for a quill. The phoenix is greatly valued where I’m from. I must learn more about this strange world I’ve found myself in.’

As I had a lot of things running wild in my brain I suddenly heard someone.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

I spin around. Who is it? The voice sounds familiar!

I see him. Ah. Mr Blond.

He puts his hands on his hips. “You defeated me out of pure luck. You were trembling as you beat me! You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I still defeated you though, Mr Blond.” I smiled smugly. “So luck or not it doesn’t matter.”

He glared an evil glare “Why’re you in my room anyway?” He opened his palm to reveal his own wooden token, identical to mine. I felt chills run down my spine.

“I’m..err” Stuttering while trying to speak up and appear more confident. Despite the stuttering he looked as if he may pull out his sword and kill me any second now. The pressure froze me into one position.

“I asked who you are! Answer me! And where’s the token from?”

“I’m your new roommate..” The pressure still there.

“I see…” He considered carefully as he finally stopped with the evil glare.

I started coughing and it was hard to stop because my breathing was becoming laboured.

“I am Zeno.”

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