Cathen Faris

I sat on a stool next to her. The chime rang as cold air swept through the window. The nurses left the room while chuckling near the doorway. I simply smiled at them.

"Did you do it with him? I couldn't believe that, but why were you in his room? What were you up to? Were you forced to do it, or did you consent to it? " These questions frustrate me. Why did you pick that loser over me? What am I lacking? Strength? Nobility? Fame? Charm? What else do you need? I socialised with these slum dwellers to better your opinion of me. Isn't that enough? Did my feelings fail to reach you? Or did you want to be physically satisfied? You should have asked me. I'd have driven you insane for me.

In the end, were you just another bitch? Like them? No, no, no... what am I thinking? That is not something I should be saying. I'll make you mine even if you sleep with a hundred others. I will make you submit to me. Will you be mine if I kill that pathetic son of a bitch? Will you... Aria Beaubier? My sweet little sister.

I'll kill him in such a way that others will see it as an example before even looking at you. Comparing myself to that vile mongrel makes my skin crawl with disgust. Aria, don't let me take things any further. I'll end this tournament and my unworthy competition with the final kill of the day.

"GET WELL SOON!"

Finn Maverick

What was that? I'm sure I saw some message pop up in front of me. Is it because I'm tired?

"Did you win every match by daydreaming?"

Now is not the moment to ponder, Finn. I just have one more chance to attack, and I have to end him or else I'm done. He won't fall for my taunting, and my skill is inferior to his. What are my odds of success? Zero. How would you defeat a powerful player with stats far superior to yours? by adopting a strategy. But this isn't the time to put some lousy strategy to the test. My life is at stake here. I doubt I'll even have time to give up.

"Would you let me win if I did that?"

"Dream on."

"That's what I've been doing up to this point."

"Stop this pointless chit-chat and ATTACK!!"

I raced in a zig-zag pattern towards him… to confuse him, of course. That didn't work out in the end. He simply thrust his leg forward, and I tripped over it.

"""Hahahaha!!""" The audience burst out laughing. What are you even good for? Come here, you bitches, and see who laughs at whom.

"Your luck has run out; now it's my turn."

He lunged towards me, his blade aimed squarely at my chest. I was still defenceless on the floor. Or so he must have thought.

I spun to the left. His sword pierced right into the floor. That could have been my heart if I had been a split second late to react. Without further ado, I kicked the sword's hilt.

"Ah!!" That had to hurt. It ought to.

He let go of his sword, trying to get away from me. But that was a chance for me. His front was open from where I was lying. I tried to penetrate his chest with the sword, but I hesitated for a second, and he took advantage of the opportunity. With his right hand, he pushed the blade to his left, but my grip was stronger.

I slid the blade between his armpits, the blade's sharp edge ready to sever his skin and bone. I wanted to stop there, but something inside of me wouldn't let me. I was enraged, as if someone had ripped my mind away. I wasn't myself. I tried not to kill, but deep inside, I wanted to.

"Kill, kill, kill," the words echoed in my ears through the strings of my heart. Then-

The sword slid through his arm like a slice of bread, severing it. His left arm had fallen to the ground. "Wham!"

"W-What did you d-do?" He stared blankly at me.

That's what I'm curious about as well. So it wasn't just my hallucination? A message screen appeared in front of my eyes. It says "Basic sword arts." What on earth is that? I didn't mean the meaning of the text, so why couldn't the others around me notice it?

"Hey, do you see any sort of message windo-"

"Arghhhh!!" he exclaimed as he realised his arm had been amputated. You may have screamed after replying to me.

"I am not the type of guy who would kill someone mercilessly, so get off the stage." I tried to persuade him. I could already sense a backlash from the previous strike. My arms are quickly losing the strength that I displayed just now. If this bitch doesn't give up, I'm done.

"Wh-wha-what?" His eyes were full of tears of anguish.

"Not much. Just get the fuck out of here. " I gave him a hard stare.

"O-Ok." He obeyed.