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As the eldest son of the Dragonheart family I'm filled with expectations, to be a general rank martial artist, grades must never fall below an A, you must be willing to kill any runaway slaves. Father was cruel when he was still walking amongst us. Slaves were his play things, he raped and cheated on mother with so many mongrels. The soothing way his blood fell off my hand was sooooo satisfying. I can't get that thought out of my head. It was milky smooth, it tasted so gooood, I can hardly hold it in just thinking about it.
To tell the truth I wasn't always insane, he brought it out of me. I was young, too young to remember, she was freshly enslaved. Through the mid regions of Europe it is popular to sell off newborns in exchange for a good payment. Governments sometimes buys to train soldiers from birth. But my family decided to keep her as we were the same age. Father thought it would be helpful for me to have a "friend". She had the most beautiful bronze skin, and outstanding eyes. She was brought up like "family". Though that was only in comparison to other slaves, she was taught by aunt Willife a old big woman who knew right from wrong and made sure everyone else new it. Aunt taught her well. She was mine, she was mine! At the age of twelve father let his drink get to him, he forced his way onto her. He told me if I looked away he would kill me, the same way he's gonna kill her. And so he did, he killed her, and two years later I killed him. Sweat old revenge. If only I could see his shocked face again, when we buried him it had to be a closed basket because of all that I did to him. Now I can finally say I'm his perfect son.
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If only this freak in front of me could be as nice as dear old pa.
"Here, take my hand."
I slap it.
"You have beat me, all fair."
"End of match three goes to the Rhine mercenary company. They will progress to the next bracket." He raised his hands. " Now please prepare yourselves for grand master Silver mist would like to speak."
It was in an instant even if you didn't blink you would have missed it. A long bearded man who looked to be approaching his seventies appeared on the stage.
"To all who've come this far, it means a lot to see the generations grow." He frowned. "But that's not what's happening, we are getting weaker. Again and again, I can't explain it, but humanity is shriveling up. I saw what the greats could do and as the grand master I have watched all the generations who came after, but I see this as a time to intervene, something that would have been shunned before, for the fact that I can't let this go on. Please before it's too late, learn and teach, do not take it to the grave!" With a thunderous clap he disappeared once more.
The crowd was left speechless, few have even heard of his existence, and those who did thought him no more than a myth. And yet there he was in all his glory a man who can appear and disappear like the wind.
The man in the suit regained center stage.
"Will Lion mercenary company and War Is Mercy please come up."