I open my eyes...unfortunately, i didn't die when i fell asleep, now having to go through another day here. First thing in the morning, the two guards enter the room, placing dirty bottles filled with water from a source not known for me. Although it smells like piss and tastes awful there's nothing i or anyone else can do about it. One of the guards speak up- "As this progress of brawls happens during night and once a day, it's unpleasant, we've been informed to switch the schedule to two brawls a day, morning and evening from today on to please the dear spectators."
And so, one guard walked over to a guy and took him out, the other guard walks over to me as he grabs me and takes me out of the room aswell. I didn't resist knowing there was no point in doing so, and so i now stood against the entrance door to the arena, hearing people speaking loudly... "Alright, everything is ready, take your weapon and give them a show you scum." I grab hold of the sword that was sheathed and put against the wall. When the door opens i step out and the fresh yet dusty air hits my body as my eyes get flashed by the sunlight. The door on the completely opposite side to me also opens, the other dragged out guy walking out with a tight grip on his weapon, an axe.
I step onto the arena and so does the guy after me. We exhange a glance, and after that a loud bang was heard, the signal for the brawl to begin. The guy mindlessly ran at me, as he swings the axe right at me. I raise my sword, having blocked the strike the weapons clash, and the guy stumbles back with his axe still in hand, noticing his unstable footing, i would then thrust my sword to his stomach, wounding him badly. The guy coughs up blood and it splatters on the ground, he tried to back away with his legs shaking and his other hand clutching onto his now stabbed stomach.
"You know, there's no medical attention that they'll give to you. You will die from blood loss soon if you try to extend this brawl's time by simply standing there. You can either die slowly or i can end this brawl and finish you quicker, your choice." I gaze at the guy, he continued coughing up blood, i await for what he'd do...unexpectedly, he puts the axe against his neck, as he stabs himself right into his throat and he collapses on the floor face flat...this was quick, too quick.
...in stunned silence, no one says anything. Only after a few seconds an announcement was screamed by one of the guards. "Due to a commited suicide in the middle of the brawl, by default this scumbag round victory goes to Yumazuki!!!"
Only a few cheers come out of the large amount of spectators, clearly this wasn't an enjoyment to most. I would stare at the now dead guy a few feet away, not a single feeling of remorse or pain...i'd start walking off of the arena, turning back i see the dead body being dragged out and i exit. Putting the now bloody sword down, i would get dragged back to the room, as i walk in and flop down on the bed. No words came from others, no one said anything and then evening came. The same thing again...two people dragged out and one comes back either traumatised or without an expression. The daily portion of food came, and after eating i flop down to sleep, hoping to die again...