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Chapter 33 - A Test of Greed

I raised my spear, and Oscar raised his sword. Both were wooden and training tools.

I still wasn't that good with the spear. Once I escaped the prison, I didn't really use the spear that much. I'm not sure why. But this was a good reminder.

Oscar charged at me, wielding his sword with two hands. It looks like he intended to bring damage over speed.

I kept a firm grip on my spear's handle, charging at him. The spear was a lot longer than the spear.

If we were to go head to head, the spear would strike him first. So, what exactly was he planning?

Did he swipe at my spear? But... why?

The strike to the spear's head sent me off balance a little bit, but I was able to counter it by doing a full spin. With the momentum I had, it would really hurt.

He ducked?

My spear... It's too long! I can't strike him because of how low he is! Right now, I'm as open as possible!

There was only one plausible thing to do here.

I used the spear as a pole, springing myself far enough to recover.

That would've been my first loss if I wasn't careful. A loss so quickly, too?

We traded blows, though I blocked most of mine. The skill difference could be seen by anyone. But, he was the best match for me out of everyone in the area.

The final strike was thrown by me. A thrust to the gut, sending him a few meters back.

"It seems I've lost again."

I stretched my hand out. He smiled, grabbing my hand to pull himself up.

"Don't be discouraged. It seems that you've been getting stronger!" I encouraged him, as I pulled him up.

We sat down on the fence that surrounded the area's training ground since it was our break time.

Now that I think about it, the master was oddly generous with our break time. It's a foolish thing to do. But then again, the master is a woman.

A cold and chill breeze passed through the area. It touched my skin, so gracefully. For some reason, it felt nice to be graced by the wind. As if the wind was taking away all my misdeeds.

This wind. It came far too early.

"You alright?" Oscar asked me, with his usual soft tone. It snapped me out of my state.

"Yeah... I'm alright."

I replied, speaking in a slow manner. Like I was confused. I was a bit confused, though. That wind really did something to me. But, it's gone now, so it does not matter.

"It looked like you were really focused on nothing. Like, you were staring at the sky."

"Really? That's what I was doing?"

"Yeah. You must have a short attention span."

"Is that one of the symptoms of a short attention span?" I ask, curious.

"Symptoms? You say that as if it's some kind of disease."

"It isn't? I swear it was..."

"Actually, I'm not sure if it is."

"So why are you telling me that it isn't?"

"I never said it wasn't. I was questioning you, actually."

"That's what you were insinuating."

"There's no proof of that."

"... You're so-"

"Good at thinking? Thank you."

"That too. But I don't think you'll like what I was about to say before you interrupted me."

"A little insult isn't gonna do anything to me. My integrity is my strongest trait."

That was definitely a lie. His integrity was definitely good. But, his talent and gifts were a lot greater. If it weren't for me being from the future, I would've lost several times.

"You do have a good point. Mentally, you're quite strong."

"Thanks. Anyway, I'll see you later. I have some people I have to speak to."

"Alright."

Oscar jumped off the fence, landing gracefully. Everything he did looked so... smooth to me. The fence wasn't even that high, either. So why did it look so... cool?

Jeez, I'm acting like his fan, or something. I need to quit with that.

Night time fell. I snuck into the cafeteria, silently. The guards were really incompetent and mediocre. How is this place even funded?

The cafeteria was fairly silent, only my near-silent footsteps could be heard. My breathing was tame and quiet.

It took a lot of searching, but I finally found it. A steel, kitchen knife. Is it going to be sharp enough? I would prefer if I could cut it off in a single slice. So that it doesn't require much effort, of course.

I placed the knife in a bag, tying the opening closed with a drawstring.

. . .

. .

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"Cherva, you called me here?" Oscar asked as we stood in a secluded area. Curfew was soon to arrive, so I had to be quick.

"Yeah, ah... I've come here to kill you. Sorry."

"What are you talking about? Is this some kind of-"

The blood sprayed everywhere. I caught his head, as his body dropped to the floor.

Friends? I don't know what I was thinking. It was short-lived... but my desire to have more power greatly outweighed my desire to have friends. I was meant to kill. To be strong. To become stronger.

"Wow. You truly are a greedy person. To be able to kill your own friend, just to have power?" the master came up to me.

"You have to do your own part of the deal, woman."

"Right, right. You're the perfect candidate."

She walked over to me, punching into my chest, and grabbing my heart straight out. I was... tricked?!

"Go back to the real world. Let your insatiable greed live on, Cherva!"