Crowd instantly broke out into murmurs.
"Shouldn't we stop the examination?"
"What if the trainees become seriously injured?"
"We can have them have potions if they are seriously injured, but now, it's not about injuries!"
"That's right!"
"It's about the mental trauma they'll receive upon being overwhelmingly defeated and most probably injured in the worst way possible!"
As the crowd murmured, suddenly;
"Um…." Commentator no.1 hummed, hesitantly.
The crowd turned silent to hear what the funny commentator; who would most likely not be commentating over any other events thanks to how well he did on his only job this time, had to say.
"We have just analysed and confirmed things with the "higher-ups"…." He said and sighed deeply.
"….. we'll be continuing with the examination." Commentator no.2 continued no.1's words.
"They said; 'Things won't always be under control when one is within the [Gates], hence the examination will continue, but we will make sure none of the trainees are too seriously injured.'" Commentator no.1 stated with his voice dyed in sarcasm.
Those in the VIP chambers, who voted the examination to continue, gritted their teeth as they glared at the commentator seats as they ordered their guards or servants to find out about the commentator no.1.
"I guess since their source of entertainment, the underground lair, was busted into pieces, they thought this too was a game, with deaths that are cheered upon." The commentator said.
The crowd, VIPS, Nobles, Guilds, the Academic staff, and even the Royals, were taken aback by the commentator's words;
Strangely, even one of the commentators themselves was dumbfounded, because the one who uttered those words was not commentator no.1, instead, it was commentator no.2, who gazed at his fellow commentator with a small smile on his face.
"All of the labyrinth's investors are given a life saving artefact as their VIP privilege, so many, no, all of them were teleported out of the lair at the moment of threat, hence all of them survived the ruination." He continued, casually announcing one of the VIPS' privilege while ignoring the shock of the people in and around the coliseum.
Of course, the "investors" too were enraged by the fact that someone insignificant dared to mock them at their faces, that too in front of the commoners they rule over.
The fact that the VIPS were privileged to receive a life saving artefact was a secret that was known to nobody except for the VIPS themselves and those of the [Underground Labyrinth].
'Calm down, he can do nothing about us if he doesn't know our exact identities, if none of us is stupid enough to reveal themselves, we'll be safe. He can do nothing to us even if he knows everything, just like how we can't do anything about him now, if we do, we'll naturally arouse suspicion as not all of the Empire's and Kingdom's Nobles are here…..' Investors thought Inwardly, of course, not every one of them thought the same, but their thoughts were of the similar kinds.
Some were smart, and some were afraid, so none of the investors let out even a pep.
"….."
The whole coliseum turned silent before,
The sounds of the berserk beast roaring as it ran through blasting away the trees that stood in its way, sounded.
*
"Whoa, brother bear sounds angry….." A cute voice muttered, anxiously. Fleta gazed around curiously as she felt the bear's rage on the other side of the path she was walking in.
She felt at home as she wandered in the forest, whose beauty was out in display for her to gaze at.
"I wonder if the grass here tastes different….." She mumbled as she gulped, gazing down at the fresh, almost shiny, green grass.
As she gazed at the shiny stuff, her mind wandered to the night a few days ago when her blind friend came to rescue her without even considering his own safely or his disability.
"….. for me…." She muttered under her breath as blood rushed to her face while her heart palpitated wantonly.
Strange yet strong warmth enveloped her whole as her body burned in shyness as she thought about her friend.
"Hehehe….." She giggled adorably under her breath as her shoulders closed in, while her fists were placed on her chest which thumped as if it wanted to jump out of its indispensable confinements.
RUSTLE-!
Fleta doesn't hear the obvious sounds of bushes rustling while her heart and mind wandered in their own worlds.
"Heh! It was a beast-men! Here I was scared after hearing the beast's roar!" A coincided voice of an arrogant young man was heard, but
Fleta still didn't hear him as her face burned scarlet.
"I wonder how I should thank him? Like mother thanks father for bringing fresh harvest at night with a strong massage?" She mumbled under her breath with a bright blush dyeing her face, but a hint of confusion marred her face by the instance.
'Are the beds in our home weak? Why does it creak every time mother says she'll give father a massage? And what kind of massage does it require her or father to clap in excitement?' She wondered innocently, as her head involuntarily tilted to the side.
Noticing how his existence wasn't even being peered at, the young man got enraged and gritted his teeth as he took out an unsheathed, double edged sword from his spatial ring and rushed at her without a warning.
'You are dead, you bitch! How dare you ignore me!!' He thought.
"Die, you filthy beast!" He exclaimed in a whisper, under his breath as he swung down his sword at her chest.
Fleta instinctively jumped around, onto all fours, with her back facing his sword; she leaned forward and shifted her body's wright on her arms as she raised her hooves and kicked out, at his chest.
"Shi-" The arrogant young man wanted to curse and block the attack he wasn't ready for, but alas
It was too late.
BAM-!
By the next instance,
A figure of an ignorant and arrogant young man was seen spinning mid-air as he managed to slightly lean to his left to evade the attack, which was aimed at the centre of his chest, but
Thanks to his quick reaction, the blow landed on his right bicep and chest, which brought him to his current state of spinning mid-air.
Seconds later,
THUD-!
He landed on the ground, face first, and lost consciousness due to the pain brought to him by the blunt force behind Fleta's instinctive donkey(?) kick.