[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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Madara left the arena as soon as the door opened; he continued to be booed, much to the audience's disappointment. As soon as he passed through the gateway, some people entered the arena to retrieve the Bone-Breaker who was lying on the ground, still bleeding from his hands. Meanwhile, as soon as Madara entered, he was quickly approached by the man I had brought there, who looked frustrated at Madara. "You brat, how dare you disobey the Nobles' orders?" he said angrily.
The guard who had struck Madara with a spear in the back earlier lunged at him again. Quickly, Madara moved his body, dodging the attack this time, while grabbing the weapon and pulling the man to his side. The man, stunned, quickly moved forward, and Madara simply jumped into the air and struck him in the face, breaking some teeth at that moment, making the man stop by the side of the wall while his mouth bled.
"Guards, guards!" the man screamed, seeing his guard fallen and scared, as more armed men approached. Madara remained silent, looking at everything, ready to attack if they wanted a fight.
"Stop this," a new voice emerged, and the man responsible for the slaves turned around, stunned, seeing a noble approaching from the booths. "Lord Chai," the man quickly greeted him with respect. "I don't want them to do anything against our little champion," he said, looking at Madara, then turned to the man. "After all, it seems we've found something very interesting tonight," he remarked. "I'm sure Lord Rushford would like to see this boy's abilities when he arrives. Although he didn't obey the order to kill, he still put on a great show, something far more interesting than any fight that's happened tonight so far. So you better take care of him," he ordered, and the man quickly felt pressured and nodded.
"Take him back to his cell until the next fight. Just don't let him escape," the man requested and looked at Madara, still standing, who had no reaction, complying with the demand of the nobles, while Lord Chai returned upstairs, but not without giving Madara another look. "Boy, I've never seen anyone like you. I hope you amuse us a lot tonight, killing or not," he said and began to withdraw.
"Alright, boy, let's go," the man whose name Madara did not know, said, a bit frustrated, but Madara possibly began to walk as he had instructed to return to his cell.
He returned to the place, which now held only half of the initial slaves, as many had been going to the arena and dying there. Madara sat down again alone while people looked at him, surprised, despite not knowing what had happened outside. It was surprising to see a child return unharmed after being taken to that barbaric place.
Madara just sat there in silence, until the older man, who had met Madara before, approached him. "Hey, kid," he said, and Madara looked at him, unresponsive. "I don't know what you're doing here, but I hope you survive. I heard no one leaves this place alive, not even a champion," he said. "Why do you think that?" Madara asked curiously. "Because, once all the slaves die, they take the champion to a last fight, and they say there's no way to win that fight. No one knows who they fight except the people behind these bars, and no one talks about it, so be careful," the man advised.
Madara just nodded and returned to focusing, with his eyes closed, waiting to be called. As the nobles continued the fights, more and more slaves were called out of the cell, being able to hear the sound of people screaming from outside. It was some time later that men appeared at the door, "Little Titan! It's your turn!" The man called him, and Madara nodded, stepping out for his second fight and noticing that the number of people there was much smaller. He entered the place again, not seeing the guard whose teeth Madara had broken. As soon as he exited, people clapped for him, despite booing him in his last moments of the last fight, he was hailed as a hero at this moment.
"Little Titan! Little Titan! Little Titan! Little Titan! Little Titan! Little Titan!"
The cheers continued until Madara moved to the center of the arena. "Little Titan has entered the ring again!" the announcer declared from the center of the arena, "His opponent is the Axeman!" He indicated towards another man, not that he looked like an axe, but he was merely using an axe as a weapon.
The man was quite injured from the last fight and Madara saw that he was a bit nervous, despite fighting a child, seeing him hailed in such a way as the fight's favorite, it was obvious that Madara was no ordinary person.
"Start the fight!!!" the announcer shouted once more.
Madara sighed slightly, seeing the man nervously raising his weapon, and decided to end this fight more easily. As people shouted his name, he quickly charged at his opponent, so fast that the man couldn't react, seeing the boy move like a quick animal and he couldn't defend himself when Madara was already by the side of his head delivering a kick and knocking him out the next moment.
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A silence took over the place in the next moment and people were still stunned by it, but also frustrated that, in fact, Madara had not drawn any blood from the opponent and it was so quick that they started to believe the boy was not human.
"Kill him!! Kill him!!" The people shouted once again around him, to kill the unconscious man. Madara heard this and scoffed in his mind, while simply dropping his sword on the ground and starting to walk back to the place from where he entered.
"UUUUUUUU!!!" He was booed once again. But this was not important to him, after all he was never going to satisfy these nobles by commanding his actions.
"The boy is interesting and rebellious..." Someone commented with a smile.
"Did you see him? How can he move so fast..."
"Is he a vampire? I heard they are fast and look like humans..."
As lively conversations continued among the nobles, Madara went back inside again, meeting the frustrated man again, but still following the orders of his superiors.
The night continued as Madara was called out more times, and he continued just knocking out his opponents without killing anyone. This left the audience increasingly frustrated, as the other fights were blood-soaked with the entire arena painted in spread blood.
But Madara, despite being a child vastly different from anything they had seen, still left them frustrated, while they continued using drugs that their supplier had given for this meeting.
"How frustrating... this boy doesn't let the fight last more than one move..." Someone complained.
"Don't worry, the last fight will be interesting," the others spoke.
"Really, what have they prepared for today?" They began to comment on the last event of the night.
When a specific time arrived, Madara was called out once again, and his opponent was the same old man he had met inside the cell. The man looked grim, after all Madara had resisted all the fights.
"Begin!" The announcer shouted and Madara simply struck at his neck, making him fall, ending his last fight of the night against slaves. Madara had left all his opponents knocked out and they were all being taken to another side.
The boos started again and Madara did not care. He began to return to his cell while this was happening.
"This was so boring!!" Someone did not fail to complain...
"There's still one last event!" Another spoke.
Not far from there, in a hidden room, a door opened and a group of people began to enter, attracting everyone's attention as they passed, and among the group of people, there was a man leading them, a young man.
"Look, it's Lord Rushford!! It's a shame he arrived at the end of the event, he seemed to have been quite busy until now," Someone spoke as a peculiar group followed Lord Rushford along with some women.
Lord Rushford began to walk while everyone greeted him; after all, he was one of the most important nobles there. He approached his own booth.
"Sir, the event is at its end," a servant spoke while the young Rushford raised an eyebrow.
"Already?! It should have been longer!" he immediately complained.
"Lord Rushford, a child appeared out of nowhere and began knocking everyone out in a very short amount of time. The fights didn't last more than a few seconds against the child, that's why the event ended so quickly," the servant spoke with fear in his tone.
"Well, that is quite strange. Tell me about this child," he said, curious.
However, it was not the servant who spoke, but Lord Chai who entered the place with a smile.
"Black hair, black eyes, appears to be 6 or 7 years old. He is as quick and strong as a man, and no more than an adult man. It seems he is a monster in a child's body," Lord Chai explained.
"Lord Chai..." Lord Rushford murmured and pondered what he heard. "A monster in the body of a child..." he commented thoughtfully, while a man next to him was surprised by that description.
"Lord Rushford, I think I know who this child is, but I'm surprised that he's here..." this man spoke. After all, this man had encountered Madara several times at the royal castle, including attending some meetings with him, the wizard, and Lord Commander.
"And who might this boy be?" Lord Rushford turned to this man.
"Madara Uchiha, the child who was investigating the gangs. It seems he investigated us better than we knew... after all, I could hardly get more information from the operation with my superior," he spoke, unaware of the operations of this night due to the break he had taken.
"So he is the boy the wizard wants.... Let's contact him... But we might have some fun... they say he can even defeat monsters. Since we have one more event... It's a golden opportunity to see this boy fighting against that thing..." he said at the end, smiling at the prospect of some possible entertainment.
"Tell me more about his fights..." Lord Rushford asked Lord Chai.
After hearing a bit about the happenings, Lord Rushford seemed thoughtful. "So he basically protected the slaves... We can use this, after all, he doesn't kill anyone, right?" Rushford analyzed and flashed a sadistic smile.
"That is interesting. Do this," he looked at his servant. "I want you to gather all the still living slaves and call that creature we brought from the south. Let's make the last event quite memorable tonight," the man spoke, smiling at the end and left to make contact with the wizard.