'Seven' subconsciously licked the blood from his blood, and finally he reached 'Five'.
By the time Seven reached him, Five had already lost his will to live. He was too injured and too tired from his earlier battle, and unlike his opponent, he had no strength left to fight.
He looked at the people present, spectating his doom; the two supervisors – as soon as he looked at them, he saw the look of disgust on the fat one at his sorry self, while the tall one was just as he was since the start – emotionless.
He then looked at the other two participants present; 'three' was like a broken doll, sitting in a corner, her eyes hollow, with tears and snot filling her face, and then 'six', the person who hadn't participated in any battle, he didn't know if it was luck or if he planned it, but it is what it is; he had been standing in that same position since the start, his knife high, legs wide and knees bent, ready to pounce at any enemy that would enter his attacking range.
Realising that no one is going to help him – no family, friends, siblings, or elders. He was no one but himself to rely upon. If only he were stronger or if he weren't injured or tired. The result would have been different. But in real life there is no if.
Accepting his demise, Five closed his eyes, took a deep breath and looked at Seven, who was already upon him.
"Hello! there, Well, I really don't want to kill anyone, but you know I must; I don't have any choice. But I will make it quick. So, you don't feel any pain." Seven said in a way that, as he really didn't want to kill anyone, he was doing it for his own survival; his tone was filled with concern. Seven also pointed his knife directly at Five's neck as if he would finish it in a swift strike.
"Thank you." Five was moved by this small gesture of seven and closed his eyes, waiting for his life to end once and for all, but alas! As soon as Seven saw the eyes getting closed, a creepy smile appeared on his face.
And he changed the trajectory of his attack, and rather than striking the neck, which five thought would happen, seven stabbed him in his right lung.
"Ahhhhhh....hhhhh!!!!!" Pain assaulted him; he felt pain from his lung. This is not what he thought would happen.
"wh--hy??" Five tried to ask Seven, but he was losing his breath; his legs gave out, he started gasping for air, and pain started dulling his reasoning.
"Oops!!, My hands slipped, I swear, but don't worry; I will take your pain away." Seven chuckled, and he bent down to Five's level, grabbing his knife, whose blade was still inside Five, but rather than taking out the blade.
He twisted it and jerked it out of five.
"Ahhhhhhhhh.....hhhhhh." Pain, the type of pain he never even knew existed, hit Five.
"Ple...plea....se ju...just kil..ll m.m.m.e alr..read..y." Five muttered, using all his strength and willpower.
"Tsk! Boring." Seven clicked his tongue, and then, using the blade in his hand, he finally ended the life of Five in a single swift strike.
It's been around 15 minutes since the start of the trial, and only 3 from the initial 10 are remaining.
And of the remaining three participants – Seven, three and Six – Seven was leading the race with him killing four individuals, three in second place with one kill, while Six hadn't killed a single person.
Seven after finishing, Five looked at the remaining two people. Three – The broken doll and Six – The unmoving scaredy cat, or what Seven nicknamed them in his mind.
"Hmm..... let's see. 'Inni minni mini moo'." Seven did a childish game to select his next target between Six and Three, and soon the game was over, and it ended on Six.
"So, the scaredy cat it is." Saying so, he started walking towards Six, who had been in that same position since the start and hadn't participated in a single fight. Which Seven considered as a sign of weakness, thinking he was weak and scared to fight, but that was a mistake; neither was Six scared to fight nor was he weak.
Seven may or may not realise this, but Six did; the trial was never about strength or who had the most number of kills. It was about survival, as at the end only one was going to survive.
And by a stroke of luck, no one actually attacked Six first, so right now he was still in his top condition. The questions he had in his mind when he woke up were still here, but he pushed them aside as secondary.
Because if he didn't survive, how would he solve or find answers to those questions, as right now survival was his first priority.
"Hello, there?" Seven chuckled as he tried the same thing he did on five. As if even in Five's death, Seven is still mocking him.
But even after a few seconds passed, he didn't get any response, neither positive nor negative, as if the person didn't even register him or what he said.
"You!!" Seven got angry and charged right at Six; in his mind, Six was a weakling, and that was not really wrong. But not just Six; all of them were weaklings, their physical capabilities below average, their magical capability not yet bloomed, their techniques – they didn't have any techniques; even their posture was not right, as one can expect from commoners from some outskirts.
As soon as the attack reached six, he used his hand to parry the attack as he pushed Seven's hand with his unarmed hand, and in quick succession, he used his weapon to stab the unarmed torso of Seven.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." Even though the wound was not deep, Seven cried like a bitch. This situation shattered the previous image six had of seven, from a crazy psychopath to a crazy crybaby psychopath.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!, I am sorry. I am sorry, okay? I made a mistake. Don't hurt me, please. Don't." Seven apologised as tears streamed down his cheeks.
But if one were to look properly, he was moving slowly but sharply. He was closing the distance. He was trying to distract Six before he could pound on him and end him once and for all.