tap tap tap tap
on the track a boy with a head full of blond hair with amber colored eyes and a lean body wearing a white jumpsuit meant for training and a blue peace of cloth raped around his arm with the name Alister written on it he ran at a adequate pace as to not be burnt out to fast and properly
The sun beaned down upon the track as the we continued to run around in circles ,currently we are at the age of "awakening" 15 at this age persons would be forced into the "chaos realm" this phenomena began 1700 years ago and thanks to this humans where able to leave their prior plant of earth in the year of 4107 of the old calendar when most resources where depleted and came to the world of terra nova or supreme earth as some called it editing the planet with pristine geo-engineering as time went one and humans settled on this planet creatures began mutating and realm doors opened leading to the age of dusk a time where humans where nearly wiped out thankfully humans endured and entered the age of conquest slowly destroying the chaos realm.
the coach looking from under a tent spoke his voice sharp and stern "you may stop running now, all of you may take five minuets to rest then come and take a weapon and duel any student of your choosing"
hearing this
Alister upon hearing this immediately stopped and rested understanding the teachers reasoning as the student came closer to the day they would do their awakening the time for rest was shortened he understood this reasoning, rest was a luxury after all after entering the chaos realm they will be viscously attacked thinking deeply while resting a female figure approached Alister while he rested.
she had long white hair and red eyes with a thin figure and a face many would find appealing she whore the same clothes alister but had a black piece of cloth rapped around her arm that had the name rose written on it, this difference in color showed that she was a commoner, she talked her voice soft but lacking the presence of joy "have you formed a team for the chaos realm? "hearing this alister responded his voice low as he looked around" no unfortunately ,due to the currant situation with the country many nobles who enter the chaos ream are killed by commoners hence my father advised me to keep a verry small team of 2 or maybe three person whom i trust but unfortunately few have met this simple criteria and all of them are already within a team, if you are yet to join a team perhaps we can create our own"
hearing this rose shook her head "i have already joined a group, due to your exceptional abilities which has been shown over the past few mounts of training the group members has asked for you to join our group'' hearing this alister contemplated for a moment before speaking' 'who are your group members" hearing this rose simply pointed to her left, in the direction she pointed two young men and a women stood talking and laughing Alister instantly knew who they were "i would rather not" Alister said before standing back up and going to the weapon pedestal and took a wooden sword.
a few seconds later the teachers voice sounded "your rest time is over take your weapons and pick a partner to spar you may not leave this arena till you have defeated your enemies in a manor i find to be at a level which would aid your survival"
after saying this the teacher went back to sit down and sipping a drink, soon after persons began fighting picking those weaker than them soon a familiar face appeared before me, it was a young man who looked verry familiar to me but had a more pale complexion and black eyes his frame was not that of a mere fifteen year old but was the same age as Alister ,nimla my half brother "if it is not fathers bastard and disgrace "it was a taunt i heard many times before, looking at him he held a sword the same as mine i did not comment nor give formalities as i lunged forward aiming for his blind spot.
thud
The impact of wood against wood rang sharply through the training hall. Nimla had not seen me coming, and for a fraction of a second, he stumbled back. But it was fleeting; like a predator regaining its balance, he planted his feet firmly and swung his sword down in a wide arc. The force could have split the air if not for the careful deflection I executed, meeting his attack with an equal and opposite strike. Sparks of sound erupted with each clash as our wooden swords screamed against each other, echoing like the drumbeat of war.
We circled each other, eyes locked, muscles taut, each waiting for the other to falter. My mind raced, calculating angles, anticipating shifts in weight, predicting the subtle tells that could betray his next move. Nimla was a master of precision, his strikes flowing like water, each blow a test of timing and nerve.
He feinted to the left, a move I had seen him practice countless times, and I adjusted just in time, parrying with the flat of my sword. In a heartbeat, I retaliated, spinning my body to generate momentum and aiming a quick strike at his shoulder. He ducked gracefully, the tip of my sword grazing his chest with a sharp thwack.
We exchanged blow after blow, a blur of motion that tested endurance as much as skill. Each strike I made he countered with near-perfect form; each opening he left I exploited with careful precision. My arms ached from the repeated collisions, the wood biting against wood, the constant pressure of timing and angle pushing me to the edge of my limits. Yet neither of us yielded.
Nimla's eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and challenge. He pivoted suddenly, sweeping low, forcing me to leap back to avoid the tip of his wooden blade slicing across my shin. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I struck again, this time aiming a quick series of jabs to test his reaction. He deflected each with elegance, the sound of wood against wood a rhythmic symphony of skill.
We moved like dancers, each step calculated, each strike measured. Our swords were extensions of our bodies, each block and thrust a dialogue in motion. The hall seemed to shrink around us, the world reduced to the clash of wood, the grit of effort, and the sound of labored breathing.
Sweat stung my eyes, but I did not falter. Nimla pressed forward, forcing me onto the defensive. I blocked, twisted, and countered, pushing back with everything I had. A brief opening appeared—a flash of overcommitment on his part—but before I could exploit it fully, he recovered, sweeping his sword in a wide arc that I barely managed to parry. My feet skidded against the wooden floor, the friction burning my soles, yet I held my stance, refusing to give an inch.
Minutes passed like hours, each exchange testing not just our skill, but our endurance, our focus, our very willpower. I could see the respect in his movements now, the acknowledgment that I was no ordinary sparring partner. And yet, I could also see his own pride, the thrill of facing someone who matched him blow for blow.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I found myself pressed against the edge of the my stamina. Nimla's sword hovered near my chest, poised for the final strike. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned, but I refused to yield. With a deft twist of my wrist and a near-impossible deflection, I nudged him just enough to tip his balance. He staggered slightly, and though I had the chance to press my advantage, I held back.
The match ended in a stalemate, neither of us victorious, though my chest heaved with exhaustion and exhilaration. We lowered our swords simultaneously, and for a moment, the tension dissolved into mutual acknowledgment.
"You've improved," he said, voice softer now, stripped of mockery. "Not bad… for a disgrace thankfully due to my guidance you have risen this far....what would lesser persons do in this world with talent like me."
alister was not fazed by his words he had long accepted that his half brother was a madman and saw himself as the protagonist of his own deluded world, he simply looked at his teacher who gave him a simple nod, seeing this he left the training ground returning to hid dorm his heart racing.
outside of my dorm room door a small box without any writing stood i knew this was for me something that would allow me to gain a upper hand in the chaos realm which would open tomorrow a advanced and mystically reenforced NANO SUIT, this suit would allow one upon injecting themselves with it to essentially become a super human as the suit had many functions such as organ and bone repair ,muscle reinforcement and strengthening, reactive body adjusting and many other functions which helped in the awakening process though their was a major problem which led to the banning of this suit that would be the balancing of the trail, as one enters the trail they would be scanned with any item they bring this would increase or decrease the threat level of the trail obviously such a suit would greatly increase the threat level leading it to be banned but for those willing to risk the lives of others. if their conscience can handle the death of others they may take this path alister was one of such persons.
after thinking alister went to his room and opened the box taking the syringe that was inside he looked at it for a few moments before injecting it into himself, after a few moments pain spread throughout his body as he began bleeding from his eyes and ears feeling the liquid permeate from his body alister went to his bathroom and open the shower enduring the process for a few hours then washed up and returned to bed falling asleep instantly
[END OF CHAPTER]