I stepped out of the arena, ashamed.
The guilt was consuming me.
The guilt of giving up and the guilt of beating a desperate person.
Behind me, a group of healers rushed to him.
He continually cursed:
"Why didn't you just defeat me?! Curse you! Stop being full of yourself!"
He kicked and punched the group of healers while they were holding him up, helplessly trying to escape.
I sat in a corner, away from everyone and cried to myself, being the type of person to hate defeat and unfair games, given it was too one-sided.
I hated myself for lowering my power during the examination, but I think this is for the best;
I get to start from the beginning.
The preliminaries were done and the tournament dragged on for hours.
My brother reigned victorious and decided to move up the ranks.
The next class was General Knowledge.
A tall young-looking man with round glasses taught us about Droceus Adellus, the great emperor of the Kiiro empire.
"Great Droceus's origin story is unknown to the world, however, he first made his appearance when he created the massive dome that is currently protecting the empire with his wind element. Our Kiiro empire is the only one in this world with this military technology thanks to great Droceus.
He is known as the dual wielding martial artist, as he had two elements."
The teacher kept speaking in a maniacal manner, admiring the emperor.
That day, I went home mentally tired and slept early without having eaten dinner.
I lied in my bed and thought:
"Is this the martial arts world?"
"The strong govern the weak, and the weak are forced to obey."
"I want to change that."