It's been half a year already since Arthur stepped into a new world. A world with no limitation for the mind, a world with the objective to exhibit its full potential.
His grandfather is training him to death, with all those manipulation and physical combat. The lad only hope to rest even a few minutes when his grandfather knock him down, but one way or another, that rest won't happen... Or it could, only when the old man knock him down unconscious.—End of Entry
The human mind.
A non materialized concept that is said to originate from the brain, divided into two parts, the conscious and subconscious. When the filter from the subconsciousness was removed, the brain and the body can function at its utmost, only if you're prepared to pay the price.
Supernaturals. Existence and abilities that are only said to be thriving in the realm of imagination. Fun as well as horrifying creatures and phenomenons turns into the perceptible, enough to make an average Joe lose sanity.
But for us, this is just a daily occurrence. We go and take a bath while a faceless entity is taking a leak, eating breakfast and going to school around laughing lights in varying colors. And the reason when we can hold of our sanity at this situations? We are The Wise.
"How long are you going to lie and waste your time around?" Arthur's grandfather asked.
Agonizing in pain, Arthur sighed and replied
"But you're just beating me around like a gelatin"
"The how about we play a little game?"
A faint luminous material emerges from the old man's hand, the material takes a shape, and created something out from nothingness. A chess board. The old man smirked towards his grandson.
"You'll get one day of rest if you can beat me"
Board games.
Usual past time for those who tend to avoid physical activities.
Despite most of it is based on luck and simple strategies, some stand out for being a complex battle of large scale analysis, calculation, prediction, as well as phsychological manipulation. That's what chess is.
Most people might think the perfect strategy for chess is mastering every possible moves in order to corner the opponent. But it is not. Just reading the enemy behavior and analyzing it would be enough. Enough for you to manipulate where he's going to land every pieces, what piece he's going to capture, what he's going to sacrifice. Enough to defeat any opponent with ease, several steps ahead, even without all the officials as a handicap.
"What's wrong? It's your turn"
But Arthur's grandfather is a monster. He deliberately lose his pieces as if the young man was manipulating him, but it's actually him who was leaded by the old man under the nose.
Time passed, and the confused look on the young man's face was turning more obvious.
'What kind of beast this old man is?'
His grandfather noticed the rather amusing look on his face, so he said
"That's fifteen in a row, go rest now, school starts tommorow so be prepared...
Oh, and one more thing, avoid reacting to imperceptible as long as possible"
Confused, Arthur asked,"The reason?"
"From now on, you'll stand out on the point of view of other Wises, and if you encountered one of the dangerous one, you'll be on quite a trouble"
School start at its earnest tommorow.
Lots of mumbling come from every direction, drowning the voice of a student instructing other to go to the auditorium. Once the new students arrived inside, preparation, introduction, as well as orientation of fellow new students starts.
While the host in front was giving a speech, Arthur's focus was directed somewhere else
'I wonder if I am the only one feeling that... that eerie feeling looming somewhere. A presence so powerful, it is so hard to pin down'
The young man couldn't help but worry, but in the end concluded
'Well, as long as it doesn't concern me, all I have to do is ignore it, but I still need to be careful just incase there's something to it'
The first bell...
The second...
And then the last ring.
Everytime, Arthur is feeling the eerie feeling getting stronger, as if terrifying everyone who is aware of its existence.
A loud bang from the corridor got his attention, and then, there he see it.
A black, humanoid figure, almost twice as tall as him, wielding a sword of an equal size just standing silent, it's overwhelming aura enough to bring one on their knees.
"Let... the... hunt... begin"
Questions emerged from Arthur's mind as he hear those words.
'Hunt?...
Does he mean taking down the students?'
The young man approached the creature.the pressure from the black creature sure is intense, if it's not for his grandfather training him daily, the young man would probably be on his knees.
"This hunt... Do you want to start it with me"
The creature's now directed towards him spoke.
"Human... seeing... me... Interesting, I shall... take... your... head... as... a... bounty"
The young man sneering at the creature's statement, asked
"How about I slash your throat first?..."
Luminous particles started coming out from his body, gathering in his hands and taking form, and from the luminous particles, a sword emerged
The two party draw, and cross their swords. An unknown battle takes place, where only the warrior's silhouette is visible to the normal eye.
The creature is powerful, but the overwhelming difference in combat knowledge resulted to its defeat. The creature banished into thin air.
But this is only where it start.
From the shadows, a thin figure with a rather rasped and high pitched voice speak
"Ahhh, you know, I really love taking a good look at the pathetic face of someone dying without even knowing why and how, the sight is making me wet, it gives me chills, It bring me down on my knees, and hah...hah...hah...
But...
You...
YOU GET IN MY WAY TO THAT PLEASURE"
Arthur redirected his gaze into the figure, a man. That's when he realized that the eerie feeling, was coming from him. From that perverted skinny man. Carrying disgust in his voice, the young man replied to the pervert's monologue
"You're the type of pervert I hate the most"
The skinny figure, surprised by Arthur's response the replied
"You're pretty brave aren't you? Despite the overwhelming difference in power. Is it courage that spring to protect the others? Or just plain foolishness? Not that it matters, as someone as gutsy as you, I guess it's worthwhile seeing your adorable helpless expression"
Games.
Usual leisure activity. Despite the fact that most of it rely on luck and simple strategies, some stand out as a complex battle of analysis, prediction and psychological manipulation. And in this game, I wonder who would turn out as the one being manipulated.
The skinny figure's lips arched almost reaching the ears
"I guess I could let you go with just letting me see your pathetic look, that's why, let us have a little game, cutie
*snaps*
Spatial manipulation
Chaos Arena"
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