chapter five: part two

The next day arrived, and the fight was on the horizon. I stepped into the ring, only to face a young boy, a newcomer just like I had been. He looked terrified, lost in the chaos, and I couldn't help but remember my first day. I glanced up at the old man, who shot me a look that conveyed a harsh truth: either I eliminated my

opponent or I became the victim. With no other choice, I fought the boy and ended his life. At that moment, I peered into my soul and discovered a dark satisfaction in overpowering the weak. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I found myself laughing and smiling at the spectators. When I turned to the old man, his expression was one of approval, signaling that I had done well. Thus began my

ascent through the ranks of the fight club, where I earned the title of champion, known as "the one who fought." However, everything changed when a man with red hair, pale skin, and piercing blue eyes entered the arena and defeated

everyone effortlessly. I attempted to challenge him, but in less than a second, I was knocked out cold. When I regained consciousness,

I found myself in a strange dojo, being attended to by a beautiful young woman. Curious, I asked her who she was and why I was there. She introduced herself as Rosa and explained that her father had brought me to this place. Just then, her father entered the room, instructed Rosa to leave, and turned to me, saying we needed to have a conversation. I questioned why I should talk to him, and he

revealed that he understood my pain. When I pressed him on how he knew what I had experienced, he shared that he had once been part of that same fight club, but someone had helped him escape. He offered to assist me in managing my anger and sadistic tendencies, suggesting that all I needed to do was become his disciple. Initially, I hesitated, but ultimately, I agreed.