Well, here I am, in a white room—my own personal torture chamber—getting beat up by a sadistic commanding officer in another world. How's that for an isekai title? The stark marble walls seemed to close in on me as I prepared for another session with Truth. I'd spent the past few days nursing my injuries, letting my body recover from the relentless punishment he had inflicted on me.
How did i get here you ask ? oh well let me tell you I remember it like it was yesterday.
The night was quiet, the soft glow of my phone casting flickering shadows across my dimly lit room. Wrapped in my blanket, I felt safe, lost in the world of fantasy and absurdity that I so often escaped to. But as I drifted off, reality faded into the background, and sleep took me.
I woke up disoriented, a cold sweat clinging to my skin. My heart raced as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. I was lying on a cold, metal table, surrounded by sterile equipment and flickering lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by a gag strapped tightly around my mouth. It was as if I was trapped in a nightmare, one that I couldn't escape.
A low, malicious chuckle broke through the haze of confusion. Masochistic scientists in lab coats loomed over me, their eyes glinting with excitement and twisted curiosity. They were the sort of people you read about in horror stories—those who dissected morality and sanity for their sadistic pleasures.
"Ah, our little experiment has awoken!" one of them sneered, adjusting his glasses. "Perfect timing! Let's see how much mana you can output today!"
*Well, fuck.*
I struggled against the restraints binding me to the table, my pulse quickening as reality set in. This wasn't some whimsical fantasy; I was a prisoner, and the twisted experiments I had heard whispered about in hushed tones were now my grim reality.
Ever since I had awakened in this new world, it had been nothing short of a nightmare. A panic attack had consumed me the moment I realized I was no longer home, screaming into the void as my voice echoed back, unheard.
My existence had been reduced to nothing more than a tool for their grotesque ambitions.
Fortunately, they had gotten raided just before I was slated to die from one of their many perverse experiments.
In the chaos, I had forced a mana overload into their lab's network, causing an explosion that obliterated everything. But my freedom was short-lived; I had been captured by raiders and thrown onto a battlefield after they realized my mana capabilities.
And now, here I am, beneath a pile of not-so-great-smelling bodies, clutching a compact magic submachine gun, listening to the chaotic symphony of magic bombs exploding around me. Fighting against the very raiders that captured me.
*Well, nothing I can do about it now.*
I needed to escape—fast.
Nearby, a strong-looking sergeant barked orders, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.
**Sergeant:** "SEARCH AND SHOOT THE BODIES, MEN! MAKE SURE ALL THESE BASTARDS ARE REALLY DEAD!"
**Soldiers:** "YES, SIR!"
**Soldier 1:** "Why are we wasting our time searching these bodies? Couldn't we just burn them?"
**Soldier 2:** "Yeah, right! Then we'd lose out on their magic artifacts and weapons. Think, dumbass!"
**Soldier 1:** "Fine, fine, just pointing out how stupid this is…"
Frustration twisted Soldier 1's face as he began digging through the heap of corpses. *"This pile doesn't even have anything worth taking. How dare he talk to me like that?"*
As he shifted one of the bodies, my moment arrived. I sprang forth, glinting blade flashing in the dim light, ready to strike.
**Soldier 1:** *Gagging on blood.* "W-What the hell?!"
"Sorry man, it's you or me!" I spat back, adrenaline surging through my veins.
**Soldier 3:** "Is that a kid?! Why does he have a gun?!"
"Shit," I thought, realizing the severity of my situation.
Before they could react, I began firing the weapon, infusing it with my mana. Bullets tore through the soldiers, and while it wasn't a great sight, I'd seen worse, hell I'd Felt worse . More soldiers emerged, and I fought back, killing them quickly while retreating.
Killing a human isn't the best feeling but i think i've lost touch with what's too far and what isn't.
**Soldiers:** "Enemies are here! Watch out!"
The soldiers struggled to fire back;but this made me a difficult target. I was about 141 cm , and fast I tried to make myself as hard to hit as possible.
**Large Soldier:** "Damn, this kid! I can't land a solid hit!"
*Well, it's not like I'm just going to allow you to hit me with magic bullets that probably hurts like hell.*
Little did I know, a powerful, perverse commander was charging towards me, spear drawn, intent on ending my brief moment of freedom.
*Scene Change*
In a Large green command tent, the commander stood before several high-ranking officials, reviewing reports from the previous battle.
**Commander:** "After this battle we only need to push a little more before the main reinforcements come and they can take over Fort Ironwood."
**Prime Minister:** "Commander Truth, what about the Class 7 artifacts in their possession? Are you sure they're not luring us into a trap?"
**Vice Commander:** "Commander, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation—the child soldier has been deployed and he has gotten out of control, and he's cutting through our ranks with alarming speed. We need orders."
**Commander:** *Sighing.* "Really? Here I come."
**Prime Minister:** "Wait, what about our meeting? Our soldiers can easily kill a measly child, I'm sure."
That perverse commander disgusted me, but I loathed the prime minister even more.
**Commander:** "We'll continue this once I return."
The commander, a tall figure around 180 cm, slender but powerful, clad in a black magic combat uniform, drew a large spear shaped like a cross at the blade's end.
He marched out of the tent, heading straight for me. If I had known what was coming, I would have run away full speed, no matter the cost.
My heart pounded as I felt a surge of adrenaline flooding my veins. In that moment, time seemed to slow. The sounds of war, once chaotic and monstrous, faded into an unbearable rhythm of dread.
The commander stood before me, a tall figure around 180 cm in height—skinny but exuding a powerful presence. Clad in a black magic combat uniform, he drew a large spear shaped like a cross at its end, the metal glinting ominously in the fading light of the battlefield.
He marched out of the tent, his movements deliberate and confident, a predator stalking his prey. If I had known what awaited me, I would have run away full speed, no matter the cost.
My heart raced as adrenaline surged through my veins, each beat echoing the fear coursing through me. In that moment, time seemed to slow. The sounds of war, once a chaotic orchestra of death, felt almost nauseating.
Desperation clawed at my mind, and I reached for a grenade from one of the soldiers I had just killed, hidden behind a mound of rubble. I imbued it with mana, just as I had seen soldiers do before. With trembling hands, I pulled the firing pin and hurled it at the approaching commander.
As I turned, my breath caught in my throat. The grenade I had thrown landed inexplicably to my left. *What the hell?* I realized, too late, that I had underestimated the strength of the soldiers in this world. The commander had used his damned spear to stretch out and throw the grenade back at me!
*Well, I thought I was smart…fuck.*
**BOOMMMMM!**
The explosion rocked the ground beneath me, sending me flying through the air. My ears rang from the blast as I landed roughly in a pile of soldiers. Confusion swirled in my mind, the world spinning as I tried to grasp what had just happened.
Struggling to get up, my limbs felt unsteady and weak. Desperation coursed through me as I attempted to run. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the perverse commander, tall and imposing, his white hair Flowing like a ghostly banner through this damned hellscape. The thick, cross-shaped spear in his hand gleamed ominously, its purpose was clear.
In a blur, the commander moved faster than I could comprehend, disappearing from my sight and reappearing behind me. The air shivered as he struck, swinging his spear with terrifying force.
The blow knocked me to the ground, the impact stunning. I realized I was much weaker than I had first thought. *If I was going to be killed, I was going down fighting.* I concentrated, channeling my remaining mana into a small knife. With everything I had, I swiped at his Achilles, hoping to disable him at least.
And....i passed out not really the best way to go out seems like i don't have any plot armor.
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Around me, distant voices drifted through the air—discussions, orders being given, the clanging of metal. I strained to listen, trying to piece together my thoughts, but everything felt hazy. The adrenaline that had once propelled me was quickly being replaced by a dread.
tuff rope movement made them dig deeper into my skin. My head pounded, the lingering effects of the explosion still weighing me down.
I scanned the room, taking in my surroundings—bare walls, a flickering light overhead, and a single steel door. Not a single weapon in sight, and my mana... something was off. My reserves felt blocked, like there was a wall cutting off the flow. Shit.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped in, the same man with the cross-shaped spear. His grin was twisted, cruel, like he enjoyed seeing me struggle.
"Well, well, looks like the little soldier is awake. You did quite a number on my men, kid. I was starting to think you might be worth keeping around."
I glared at him, my body stiff as I tried not to show how much pain I was in.
"Pervert bastar-"
Before I could react, he moved with terrifying speed, grabbing me by the collar and yanking me to my feet. His grip was like iron, and I could feel the overwhelming power radiating from him. His eyes gleamed with a vicious light, like a predator eyeing prey.
"You're weak now, but you'll become stronger, whether you want to or not. Strong enough to serve me. That's all you'll ever be—just another tool for me to use. I'll break you, rebuild you, and when I'm done, you'll beg for the scraps of power I throw your way."
He threw me toward the soldiers, who caught me roughly, their hands bruising my arms as they dragged me toward the door.
The commander's voice echoed behind me, colder, darker. "Take him to the White Chamber. I want him broken properly. We'll bleed him dry, and when he's learned his place, we'll begin... conditioning."
I tried to fight back, but it was useless. His voice followed me, seeping into my bones like frostbite. "You'll learn soon enough that resistance is futile here. We'll start with the basics, of course. I want you to understand every torture this world has to offer. You'll learn to master your mana, but not for yourself. You'll wield it for me, or you won't live to see another day."
"Welcome to your new hell," Truth said, his voice drenched in sadistic pleasure. "Here, you'll either learn how to harness your mana or die in the process. But don't fool yourself into thinking you'll walk out unscathed. Every breath will come at a price."
He released me, shoving me roughly toward the center of the room. I stumbled but managed to catch myself, refusing to show any sign of weakness, despite the dread gnawing at my insides.
I glared at him, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "So, how does this work?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound steady. "You're going to beat me until I figure it out?"
He chuckled, a deep, cruel sound that made my skin crawl. "You think it'll be that simple? Oh no, kid. The real fun hasn't even begun. But before we get to the real punishment, let's start with the basics. How much do you know about mana control?" He eyed me with mock curiosity, a predator playing with his prey.
I hesitated, trying to keep my frustration hidden. "Mana control? I've used it in fights, sure, but I don't know all the technicalities."
Truth shook his head, his expression twisting into one of exaggerated disappointment. "Pathetic. You're just like every other lowlife scum from the streets, throwing around power with no understanding.
Alright then, I'll educate you." His tone dripped with venom, each word meant to humiliate. "Mana is divided into classes, ranked from 1 to 10. The higher the class, the more lethal your magic becomes. Anything below Class 3? That's trash. Class 5? Still weak. But at class 10?" He spread his arms, grinning like the devil himself. "That's where I live, boy."
I clenched my teeth, fury bubbling beneath the surface. "And what about me?"
He smirked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "You? I'd say you're a class 6. Maybe 7 if I'm being generous. Impressive for a brat, but it's nothing. You're like an ember easily extinguished."
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words crushing any confidence I had. I wanted to deny it, to push back against his arrogance, but a creeping realization settled in. I was out of my depth.
His grin turned predatory. "I, Truth Shirogane, am a class 10 soldier. The Spear of Truth, as they call me on this continent."
Truth sensing my fear seemingly excited for whats to come. "Now, let's see just how much punishment your body can take before it snaps."
Suddenly, the runes on the walls flared to life, and chains shot out from hidden alcoves, wrapping around my arms and legs. They pulled tight, hoisting me into the air, leaving me suspended in the middle of the chamber.
I struggled, pulling against the restraints, but it was useless. The chains were infused with mana—stronger than anything I could break through. Panic surged in my chest as Truth circled me like a vulture.
"First, let's test your pain threshold," he said, his voice cruel and mocking. "Lesson one: If you can't control your mana under duress, you're worthless."
"so this is the type of things a pervert like you is into huh i knew you were a-"
With a flick of his wrist, a pulse of mana shot through the chains, searing into my skin. A scream tore from my throat as agony wracked my body. It felt like my very blood was boiling, burning from the inside out.
Truth laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "That's just the beginning. I want to see you suffer, kid. I want to hear you beg."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The pain was overwhelming, but I couldn't afford to break.
"Let's see how long you last," he continued, sending another wave of mana through the chains. This time, the pain was sharper, more precise. It tore through my muscles, leaving me gasping for air.
"Control your mana, boy! Channel it through the pain! Or die like the waste of flesh you are."
I fought to focus, tried to remember the techniques I'd seen soldiers use before. But the pain was blinding. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.
"I wonder how long it'll take before your spirit shatters," Truth mused, his voice full of sick glee. "I've broken stronger men than you, and they all screamed in the end."
The chains tightened, dragging me lower until my knees scraped against the floor. "You'll wish you were dead by the time I'm finished."
I gritted my teeth, blood dripping from my lips as I spat at him. "Go to hell."
Truth's grin widened. "Oh, we're already here." He stabbed me and twisted his spear, and another jolt of excruciating pain coursed through me.
The room spun as the chains tightened further, my body sinking lower to the ground, scraping my knees against the cold, rune-etched floor. My vision blurred from the pain, sweat and blood mingling on my skin. But the worst part wasn't the physical agony—it was Truth's laughter, the way he reveled in my suffering like it was his favorite game.
He stepped closer, his boots echoing ominously in the chamber. He bent down, his face inches from mine, that twisted smile never faltering. "You still think you can resist, don't you? That stubborn streak of yours is admirable, but it's going to be your downfall. Don't worry, though—I'll make sure your descent into despair is slow. Deliciously slow."
I wanted to spit another insult at him, but the words caught in my throat. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony. It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. I could barely hold onto a thought, let alone form a plan.
Truth straightened, his grin fading as he raised his spear, twirling it effortlessly in his hand. "You see, boy, power is meaningless without control. And *you*—you're nothing more than a wild animal, barely able to understand the basics of mana. It's almost sad… if it wasn't so entertaining."
He slammed the spear into the ground, and the runes on the floor flared brighter. I felt another surge of mana course through the chains, this time more concentrated. It felt like knives slicing into my muscles, ripping through me with precision.
I screamed, unable to hold it back this time. The sound echoed in the chamber, but Truth didn't flinch—he smiled wider.
"Good," he purred, his voice low and full of malice. "Let it out. Let the pain consume you. Maybe then, you'll start to understand what real power is."
I gasped for breath, each inhale feeling like fire in my lungs. My head swam with the intensity of it all, but something in me wouldn't break. Not yet. There was something still flickering inside, refusing to die.
"I'll… kill you," I rasped, the words barely audible, but I meant them.
Truth raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? Still fighting, I see. You're amusing, I'll give you that. But empty threats won't save you. You don't have the strength or the skill to back them up."
He stepped back, giving me a moment to breathe, only to whip the spear forward, slashing at the air. For a split second, I thought it was a taunt—a pointless display of his dominance. But then I saw it.
The air shifted, warping around the tip of the spear. A ripple of distorted space followed the blade's movement, and before I could blink, the space around me *crushed* inward. My body felt like it was being compacted, like the very air was pressing in on me, suffocating me.
I struggled, my muscles screaming in protest as I fought to breathe, fought to *move*. It felt like the world was collapsing around me, and no matter how much I pushed, I couldn't get free.
Truth laughed again, low and cruel. "You think you're special, boy? You're nothing. You can see mana, sure, but you don't understand it. You don't *control* it. That's why you'll lose—because I know every move you'll make before you even think to make it."
He raised his spear again, the weapon humming with deadly energy. "But let's see how much more you can take before you *beg* for mercy."
The spear came down, faster than I could track. I felt the mana surge, the space around me warping again, crushing inward with even more force. My mind raced—there had to be a way out. There had to be something I could do.
Suddenly, I felt it. A surge of energy deep within, a spark of power I hadn't noticed before. My mana pulsed wildly, reacting to the pressure around me. It was instinctive, desperate, but in that moment, I didn't care. I reached for it, pulling it to the surface.
*Move.*
My body jerked to the side, faster than I thought possible. The crushing pressure around me broke, and I shot forward, skidding across the floor as I narrowly dodged Truth's spear.
I stumbled, gasping for air, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I had *moved*. Not like before—this was something different. Faster. Sharper. I didn't even have time to think before it happened. It just... *did*.
Truth's eyes widened in surprise for the first time, but the amusement quickly returned. "Ah, what do we have here? A spark of potential? How delightful. You think that little burst of speed will save you, boy? You think you've unlocked something special?"
He laughed, the sound echoing harshly in the chamber. "No, no. You're still weak. Still nothing. But don't worry—I'll beat that out of you soon enough."
I didn't respond. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened. The speed—the instant acceleration. I hadn't meant to do it. It was like something inside me had snapped, and my body had reacted on its own. But it wasn't enough.
Truth's spear spun again, faster this time, the air distorting around him as he prepared for another strike. "Let's see if that little trick of yours works twice. Or will you crumble like all the rest?"
I braced myself, my hands shaking as I tried to gather my mana again. I didn't know how I'd done it, but I needed to do it again. If I didn't figure this out, I wouldn't survive the next hit.
The spear came down, and I moved—faster this time. Another burst of speed, another desperate lunge to the side. The space around me warped and shattered as I dodged the blow, the crushing pressure narrowly missing me again.
But this time, it wasn't enough to avoid the attack. Truth's spear shifted mid-swing, stretching impossibly long, the cross-like blade catching me off guard. It slashed across my side, the pain blinding as it sent me crashing into the wall.
I hit the ground hard, gasping for air, blood pooling at my side.
Truth approached slowly, his cruel smile widening. "I told you, boy. There's no escape. No hope. You'll break. And I'll enjoy every second of it."
I ducked under Truth's next attack, rolling to the side as my breath came in ragged gasps. My body screamed for me to stop, but I couldn't. Stopping meant death.
"Now you're getting it. But don't get cocky," Truth's voice cut through the haze of pain.
The spear swung again, this time aimed for my legs. I leapt over it at the last second, my body moving purely on instinct. Mana surged through my veins, reinforcing my muscles, my bones—but it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.
I dashed toward Truth, pushing every ounce of mana I had left into my limbs. I could feel myself moving faster, but the instant I closed in, Truth smirked. A searing pain exploded in my chest as the spear connected. I hadn't even seen the blow coming.
"Too slow," he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You've got the basics, but you're nothing more than a bug scurrying around, hoping not to get squashed."
I gasped for air, clutching my chest, the pain suffocating me. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, but I couldn't let it take me. Not yet. I forced more mana into my body, the heat in my eyes intensifying, my skin burning from the inside out. It felt like something was about to break.
Desperation drove me forward again. My vision blurred as I moved, the world slowing down just enough for me to see Truth's spear slicing toward me. I dodged, slipping past the attack and closing the distance between us. With a grunt, I slashed at Truth's side with the small knife I carried, hoping to land a hit.
But before my blade could connect, he vanished, reappearing behind me in an instant. His foot smashed into my back, sending me sprawling across the cold floor.
I coughed, blood splattering from my lips as I struggled to push myself up. Every inch of my body screamed, the pain consuming me. But I couldn't stop. If I stopped, it was over.
Truth stood over me, the spear resting lazily on his shoulder. "Pathetic," he said, his voice dark with amusement. "I expected more from you, Kazutora. I thought you'd at least last a little longer."
I couldn't respond. My throat was too dry, my breath too ragged. I dodged again, but my movements were slowing down. Each time, Truth was faster, crueler. Another strike connected, this time across my ribs, sending me crashing to the floor, blood splattering as I hit the ground.
He stood over me, eyes glowing with malice. "Get up," he ordered. "I'm not done with you yet."
Every fiber of my being screamed in protest as I pushed myself up again. I was beyond pain now—everything was numb, my body running on nothing but the instinct to survive. There was no pride left, no strength. Just the knowledge that if I didn't keep moving, Truth would kill me without a second thought.
He watched me, amusement dancing in his gaze. "Come on," he sneered. "Show me you're worth something, or I'll put you down like the broken dog you are."
I didn't have the energy to retort. I could barely stand, but I forced myself to stay upright, preparing for the next strike. Truth lunged, faster than I could follow. The spear blurred, and I could feel the inevitable pain rushing toward me—but I didn't stop moving. I couldn't.
This was survival. Nothing more, nothing less.
I needed to keep moving, to find a way to turn the tide. As he charged at me again, I sidestepped his thrust, barely avoiding the strike. The spear missed by inches, but the near-miss sent a shiver of dread down my spine.
With each missed attack, I felt a flicker of hope, but it was quickly crushed by the knowledge that I was still one step behind. I could see the way he flowed through the fight, the rhythm of his mana moving with each strike.
"Adorable," he mocked, thrusting forward again. This time, I felt the heat in my eyes intensify as I forced mana into my legs, propelling myself backward just in time. "But you're still predictable."
I barely had time to recover before he spun around, aiming a powerful kick at my midsection. I didn't see it coming until it was too late. I staggered back, the impact knocking the wind out of me, leaving me gasping on the ground.
"Is this what you are? A frail little child?" Truth's voice was cold, his amusement palpable. "You're a disappointment."
Struggling to regain my composure, I forced myself to my feet. The heat in my eyes swirled with the information around me, a storm of chaotic energy. I needed to understand this power, to figure out how to wield it effectively.
As he advanced, I noticed the way he manipulated the mana around him—there was a deliberate cruelty to his movements, a dark delight in my struggle. I sidestepped another thrust, this time more calculated.
"Maybe you're not completely useless," he sneered, but I could sense the irritation in his voice. "You're just delaying the inevitable."
I swallowed hard, anger burning in my chest. "I'm not done yet," I said, though my voice felt weak compared to the malicious confidence radiating from him.
"Good," he replied, grinning wickedly.
With a surge of determination, I unleashed my mana, channeling it into my next attack. I darted forward, aiming to stab at his side. But he anticipated my move, twisting away with an ease that made my stomach churn.
"You're getting better at dodging," he said, voice laced with mock admiration. "But not good enough."
As I pressed forward, the heat in my eyes flickered, revealing glimpses of his intentions, but my body still struggled to keep pace. I needed to adapt quickly or risk being overwhelmed.
He swung again, and I barely dodged, my heart racing with each close call. The cruel glint in his eyes grew more pronounced as he relished the game we were playing. I could feel the stakes rising, and the realization hit me—I was in a deadly dance, and he was the predator.
"Let's see if you can survive this next round," he taunted, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
With every ounce of determination left in me, I braced myself for the next attack. I may have been silent, but I was far from finished.
I dodged his next attack, but it didn't matter. The white marble beneath my feet felt slick as I staggered backward, the coldness of the room seeping into my bones. Everything here was pristine, clean, and brutal. No dirt, no mercy, just Truth and his unrelenting spear.
"Pathetic," Truth sneered as his spear grazed my side. The sting of it tore through my flesh, but I forced myself not to cry out. The pain was just another thing I had to survive.
He advanced again, each step casual, like this was a game to him. "You know what I hate more than weaklings?" he asked, swinging the spear at me. I ducked, barely evading it as the spearhead whistled past my ear. "Weaklings who don't know they're weak."
I stumbled, trying to regain my balance on the slick, polished floor. My mana flared inside me, burning through my veins as I desperately tried to push myself faster, harder, just to survive the next second.
"Look at you," Truth laughed, his voice echoing off the flawless white walls. "Barely hanging on. And here I thought you had potential. But no, you're just a little insect, scrambling underfoot."
I grit my teeth, forcing mana into my legs, bolting to the side as he thrust his spear again. The white chamber seemed to close in around me, the air thick with mana, but it felt like it was suffocating me, not empowering me.
"Predictable." The word dripped with disdain as Truth's spear found me once again, this time slamming into my ribs. I hit the marble with a sickening crack, the breath knocked from my lungs as blood splattered against the flawless floor.
The white room seemed even colder now, the stark contrast of my blood against the sterile walls taunting me. Truth loomed over me, his spear dripping with malice. "You think you're special?" he growled. "You think you matter?"
I pushed myself up on shaky arms, my vision blurring as I gasped for air. The mana swirling inside me felt like it was turning on me, burning hotter, faster, but still not enough.
Truth laughed, a low, cruel sound. "You're nothing, Kazutora. You're just a little toy for me to break."
His spear came down again, but this time I rolled away just in time, the tip of the spear cracking the marble where my head had been. I forced myself to my feet, swaying as the heat in my eyes intensified. I could see it now—his movements, his intent—but my body was still too slow.
"You're dragging this out," Truth sighed, his voice full of mockery. "Do you even realize how pointless this is? You're just prolonging the inevitable."
He lunged at me again, and this time I dodged, just barely. My body screamed in protest, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't let him finish me off like some helpless prey. The white chamber blurred around me as I darted to the side, trying to find any opening.
"Faster," Truth taunted, his spear flashing in the light. "Come on, show me something. Give me a reason not to kill you right here."
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was move, to stay alive, even if just for a few more seconds. My mind was blank, my instincts taking over as I launched myself at him, slashing with a small knife I'd pulled from my belt.
He sidestepped effortlessly, his leg coming up to meet my chest with a vicious kick. I flew back, my body crashing against the marble floor, the cold surface biting into my skin.
"Is this all?" Truth's voice was sharp, cruel. "This is what you call a fight? Pathetic."
I coughed, blood filling my mouth as I struggled to rise again. My muscles felt like they were tearing apart, but I forced myself up, refusing to stay down.
"Oh, I like that," Truth grinned, his eyes dark with amusement. "Keep standing. It makes it so much more fun when you finally fall."
I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say.
I could feel the chaotic energy pulsing through my veins, the heat in my eyes glowing a deep black with specks of white swirling within like distant stars. It was overwhelming, both a gift and a curse. I had become faster, my body a blur as I moved, but speed alone wouldn't be enough against Truth.
He charged at me, his spear slicing through the air with deadly intent. I barely managed to sidestep, feeling the rush of wind as it narrowly missed my side. Truth's eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation, savoring the thrill of the chase.
"Not bad, Kazutora," he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "But can you keep this up forever?"
I darted to the side again, my heart pounding as I focused on evading his strikes. My speed was my only advantage, but every time I thought I had a moment to counter, he was there—waiting, watching. The marble beneath my feet gleamed in the stark light of the room, but it felt like a stage for my humiliation.
With a sudden lunge, Truth thrust his spear toward me, aiming for my chest. I dropped low, rolling under the strike and pushing myself back to my feet. But the moment I regained my footing, he spun around, delivering a swift kick that sent me crashing to the ground.
I gasped for air, the impact jarring my body. "Get up, little insect," he sneered, his voice cold and unyielding. "I want to see you squirm."
I struggled to rise, my body screaming in protest, but I couldn't afford to stay down. I had to keep moving. I knew I couldn't overpower him, but I could keep evading, keep him guessing.
"Too slow!" he shouted, lunging at me again. I barely dodged, feeling the rush of air as the spear grazed my shoulder. My blood mixed with the pain, but I forced myself to push through it, to keep dodging.
"You're making this too easy," Truth taunted, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he closed the distance once more. "Can't you do better?"
I felt the desperation clawing at me as I fought to catch my breath. With every failed attempt to strike back, I felt smaller, weaker, like a child trying to fend off a giant. Each time I dodged, I knew he was enjoying it, relishing my struggle.
Then, in a moment of desperation, I saw an opening as he prepared to attack again. I lunged forward, channeling every ounce of energy into a quick jab aimed at his side. To my surprise, it connected—my blade scraping against his armor.
He stumbled back slightly, eyes widening in disbelief. "What?" he snarled, his expression shifting from amusement to annoyance. "You actually hit me?"
But before I could capitalize on the moment, he retaliated, unleashing a flurry of strikes that forced me back into a defensive stance. Pain shot through me with each blow, and I felt my strength waning.
"Consider that a fluke," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Next time, it won't be so easy."
After a series of brutal exchanges, he finally stepped back, surveying me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. "You're amusing, Kazutora," he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "But you're hardly worth my time."
I barely had the energy to respond, my body trembling from the effort of staying on my feet. Truth took a step back, a cruel smirk on his face as he assessed my battered form.
"Take a few days to heal," he ordered, turning away. "I'll be waiting when you're ready to entertain me again."
With that, he vanished, leaving me alone in this white room, the echoes of his laughter lingering in the air. My body ached, and I could feel the weight of my defeat pressing down on me. The victory I'd snatched felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of how far I still had to go.
And thats how im here , to be honest im not sure how many days its been since i've been left alone the soldiers bring me water , they call me the commanders new play toy , which speaks in volume to his reputation.
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Authors notes-
Im not going to lie , this is my first story so i wanted to make it intriguing i hope it wasn't boring , i'll make more chapters if this is requested . give me criticism on what i can do better please , thats very welcome. well with that im done.
i hope everyone has a good day :)