Chapter 6

All of us present immediately went out to see what is happening.

We see right in the middle of the great room, surrounded by all the participants of the game who angrily observe him an imposing shirtless man in brown pants and leather boots, with a gray beard at chest level, bald, with a muscular mass that I would say is extreme, like the great champions of bodybuilding competitions with their body full of scars of all sizes, the most striking one passes over his left eye that is cover with a patch and another crosses his chest diagonally from the left side as well.

He speaks very confident of himself to those around him, while he holds in each hand a large wooden sword, "Come on! Who has the guts to stand up to me ?!" His thick and strong voice echoes all over the place,"I am the combat instructor Luther and whoever manages to even scratch me, will be exempted from the next test and all the following tests until reaching the final!"

Everyone looks at each other in amazement at such an advantageous opportunity.

You can hear some phrases in the crowd coming from some players prompting others to try, "Come on, you just have to touch him, don't beat him, take advantage!" And similar things, but no one takes the step forward.

Until a man the same size but rather obese, accept the challenge as he steps out of the crowd,"Get away you cowards!" He utters as he pushes his way through the others, "I'm not going to give you a scratch." He states clearly, "I'm going to defeat you! You are nothing more than a mass of muscles, nothing more!" He is referred to by pointing his finger at him and adopting a combat position with his shield and single-hand ax in front of him.

The muscular man responds with an enthusiastic smile, "Well, come and check it out." He invites him, opening his arms.

The challenger rushes in a short race against him and when he is almost within reach he raises his ax to cut him, the imposing subject does nothing more than give him a tremendously strong kick on his shield that throws him several meters over the expectant crowd.

"That is all? No one else?" Asks the disappointed winner, observing the others.

They all look scared and reluctant to try, but another boy emerges with a crossbow pointed furiously at him.

"See if you can handle this!" He releases the arrow on it.

The projectile is directed at full speed against the chest of the instructor who with a slight dodge escapes from it, hiting the shoulder of one of the public.

The instructor looks at the unnecessarily wounded man and then indignantly speaks to the archer spitting fire, "That was reckless on your part! How dare you shoot that here knowing that you can hurt one of your teammates ?!" He points at him with his sword.

The attacker responds by screaming and pointing the gun at him again without any remorse, "I do not care about that! Die and I'll get to go to the final!" He shoots again.

The imposing master disposes of the arrow in the air with the movement of one of his swords with one hand and with the other he throws the second sword at him.

"You are not worthy ... die." He sentenced angrily.

The practice weapon is directed as if it were a javelin flying through the air like a ray that despite being made of wood easily pierces his skull right in the middle of the eyes.

A girl lets out a cry at such a shocking scene and fear spreads through the crowd, then I realize that this is much more than a game where they are going to push us to the limit to test our aptitude.

There is not a single person who is not intimidated by the incredible power of Instructor Luther, who after retrieving the sword from the body says angrily, "Now who's next ?!"

Absolute silence fills the place where no one dares even to look him directly in the eye.

He goes around us a couple of times without receiving an answer.

"How you can see none of you have the necessary knowledge with the sword or whatever weapon you have chosen to even pass the next test. Therefore I will teach you. So everyone make a rectangular formation with enough space between you to be able to perform the movements, without hurting each other."

We fulfill his orientation of training and then the class begins, it lasts about an hour without any rest, where he teaches us how to correctly manipulate each existing weapon, as well as how to defend ourselves from its attacks, but only the most basic of the basics, we still have a lot to learn.

The class ends and satisfied with the determination that he appreciates in us, he addresses us a few last words, "Well done, I can tell you have a real interest in learning to fight. Not even the women were seen less, I am really proud of you" He nods constantly, "Well, this class is over." He concludes.

Then he points his finger to the dining room and then to the bedrooms.

"Go, eat all you want and then you can go to rest; in the back of the bedroom there is a bathroom where you can clean all that dirt that you have on top.

See you later in this same place when you hear the ringing of the bell to give you directions for the next test that is about to begin." He speaks pointing to the huge artifact in the very center of the dome ceiling of this place.

I eat until i am satisfied with the exquisite food in the company of my new friend who does not stop eating while he does not stop talking, "Iran eat a lot so that you have enough energy for what awaits us." At the same time he eats with desire.

In the bedroom I take a bath from a stream of warm water that continuously comes from an opening in the wall that leads to a canal-shaped duct, of course after the girls bathed with Elizabeth suspiciously watching the entrance .

I lie down on a bed, put my sword right next to me and I don't fall immediately asleep, first I think about everything that happened.

I have not had time to process this reality, I died and now I am in an unusual game; many more thoughts attack my mind, but for now it is better to concentrate.

What stuns me the most .., "What kind of challenge awaits us in the next test?"