Taking two steps forward, the spear was above Sho's head while the steel tip was barely behind him. He uncrossed his arms with enough force for the wooden bow to release its restraint from the wooden shaft. The scrawny kid couldn't help but follow the direction of the wooden shaft into the sky. He bent his back and planted the bottom of the shaft into the floor to relieve the force, trying to gain control again.
Sho angled his bow toward his waist, freeing it to move once more.
"Bushhhs," the two swords met the wooden bow in less than a second, and the wood was thin. Sho twisted with all his might, causing the trajectory of the swords to alter enough that the finishing swing was not lethal after breaking the bow.
However, both swords made contact with Sho. One sword went through the left side of his stomach, hitting an arrow tucked into his shorts, which absorbed some of the shocks. The arrow broke, causing it to snap in half, and parts of it attached to Sho's left stomach. The second sword sliced through the upper part of his thigh, cutting the first layer of his skin.
Sho showed a slight reaction to the two cuts as the warm blood spread.
"Blosh," Toyo Hirano's body got impaled by the sudden spear, and she had no way to change her angle in the air. She tried hitting it away, but it was levered into the ground with the boy's weight holding it down.
Toyo Hirano's warm blood dropped over Sho, quickly snapping him out of pain. Her body fell limp onto Sho while her two curved swords fell lifelessly to the ground. Her body made a complete stop, not being fully able to reach the ground because the spear impaled into her, holding her up.
The hit from Toyo Hirano's lifeless corpse shocked Sho, resulting in him falling to the ground.
'Me and Hiroto, we're both in the same position.' Sho couldn't help but smirk at this ironic comment.
The remaining two kids' swords go for a stabbing motion toward Sho for the finishing kill. Yet, their first attack completely destroyed Sho's only tool for blocking the two swords.
A wooden arrow wouldn't block a sword, and he couldn't get into a position to grab more, even if he wanted to.
A sense of death bubbled throughout Sho's back. 'So, this is how I die?'
"Whoosh," two combat knives flew through the air, hitting both kids holding the swords. Not being able to complete their attack, they both fell limp over Toyo Hirano, giving her corpse enough mass to fall onto Sho fully.
Three bodies stacked on top of Sho, he tried moving his body, yet the overwhelming weight left him immobile.
When Toyo Hirano got impaled, the scrawny kid had already given up on his spear. Instead, he was standing ideally by watching his companions die, showing no reaction. Unlike them, he didn't continue his attack on Sho. Rather, he kept still with his breathing quiet, not moving an inch. Just directly staring at Sho for further commands.
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Sen sat on a tree branch and quickly got to his feet, watching Toyo Hirano get impaled while trapping Sho beneath. Sho struggled enough to move around, and Sen was not going to waste this chance. He kicked his foot off the branch, falling faster than a few bark pieces breaking away from the force of the muscle.
The three other people in the trees acted a couple of seconds after Sen's abrupt movement. However, while following Sen, the three kids were given the notice to join the fight rather than being spectators.
Two of the three kids threw their combat knives toward the kids holding swords going for the kill. The mission was to capture Sho alive, and they would do everything to complete the mission, including killing their own teammates.
Afterward, the two kids, who were holding only ropes in their hands, jumped into the dog pile with Sho. They dug through the multiple corpses, one going for the feet, rapping them in a fast motion, barely giving Sho any time to resist, especially with the additional weight on top of him. The second kid went for the hands, first finding the right hand and tying a loop around it, and afterward, his next target was left. For what she thought was Sho's left hand mixed with the corpses, she began an additional knot.
"Shuck."
The arrow that rested in Sho's hand went in a stabbing manner directly for the girl's eye, digging through to the brain. He was now finding it hard to breathe with so much pressure on him.
Sen finally approached Sho, taking his tied feet and dragging him from under the bodies, freeing him from the entrapment with his belly pointing toward the ground. Sho was introduced to the sudden air filling his lungs, yet it felt refreshing to have the ability to breathe normally once more.
However, it didn't last long as Sen jumped onto Sho's back, and with his rope in his hands, he reached towards Sho's left hand.
What could Sho do? He just lost the only weapon at his disposal. Sen was practically a top-level assassin, while Sho focused more on further-range weapons.
Sen, in incredible speed, tied Sho's hands together, while making his legs immovable. "Welp, I guess a simple thing such as 'let me go, please' wouldn't work."
Sen ignored Sho's remark but rather took Sho's remaining arrows within his shirt, leaving Sho with nothing to work with.
'I feel so helpless. If Hiroto were in this situation, he would be able to get out of it somehow, but how?' Sho thought to himself, realizing that unless he gets help, he is out of the fight.
Sho further thought about it, and his face started to feel warm, and his eyes almost started to feel misty. 'What am I feeling?'
Sho put pressure on the ropes, testing their durability; however, as he thought, he was completely restrained. Yet, he didn't give up. Rather his face started to feel hotter, and his body was bursting with energy. His eyes felt heavy, and his face almost shaped into a frown.
'Damn it! Why, what have I done for my life to hate me? If I survive today and get out of these restraints, I promise I will never feel this weak ever again!' Sho finally realized his feelings. It was hate. Hate that he was put in this situation, hate that he now couldn't help Hiroto. Hate that this is the extent of what he can do.
"Torture him." Ken finally said something, his voice still hasn't matured yet, still being squeaky, but he held zero emotion that a normal kid would not have. Even though his voice hadn't matured yet, it was rather monotone.
Sen had halted his dragging of Sho and taken out a knife, grabbing Sho's right hand and pointing the blade between his fingernails and skin. She kept his face impassive, staring at the ground as his fingernails were ripped off. He didn't scream, or let a tear out, instead, he was treating this as punishment or a reminder of his weakness, and he never let something like this happen again.
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"Splash"
Blood splattered into the sky as Hiroto stood over the final classmate he had just slain. He held a long sword that was more than half his body length, barely able to keep it off the ground. Surrounding him were 24 bodies scattered throughout the field of trees. The green grass was now stained red with blood, the scent of death polluting the air.
Surrounding him, 24 bodies lay throughout the field of trees. Nature small was ruined by death and blood. The green spotless grass was corrupted, turning red the more Hiroto fought.
"Huff"
"Huff"
Panting heavily, Hiroto assessed himself, but he was drenched in blood, making it difficult to tell the severity of his wounds. Reluctant to rely on pain to gauge his injuries, he decided to wait until he was safe to assess himself properly. He took off the remains of his clothing to get some air and ease his breathing.
'I guess I'll just find out later.' Having no way to get rid of the blood and not having any immediate response to address his pain, it was just better to figure out when he was safe. He took the remaining of his rags of clothes to his waist to get some air through his lugs better. Scuffing the clothes to his waist made it look like he wore an oversized jacket on a hot summer night.
Hiroto didn't know any medical practice. Actually, throughout the whole school from the beginning, no one did. Before the escalating of treatments, if they receive an injury, they will go to the medical staff and oversee their treatment.
As Hiroto caught his breath, his gut twisted with worry for Sho. It had been a while since he had heard his arrows, and he knew everyone who had fought him had a disability.
However, before Hiroto could think further, a scrawny boy approached him through the small forest. The boy had cuts on his body, but he didn't seem injured.
It didn't take long before his assumption was correct. A scrawny boy walking through the small forest came towards Hiroto. Holding nothing in his hands. If anything, it looked like he came unarmed. Hiroto straightens his poster pointing the long sword toward the boy. He looked shorter than Hiroto, with cuts filling his body; however, unlike the previous people, he didn't seem injured.
"Hiroto, I mean you no harm. I just came to inform you. Do not harm me before you let me talk!" The boy spoke loudly, walking towards Hiroto with his empty hands. Hiroto raised his long sword towards the boy, but he stopped 20 feet away, stepping over the bodies and blood to reach him.
"Speak," Hiroto commanded, his voice monotone. The boy began to relay his message.