What is a sport? There is only a single answer for this question but it differs for all.
Some play for fun, some for money or even just straight the satisfaction of winning.
But overtime physical sports began to lower down in their popularity, their fanbases fading overtime while the newer generations.
But what if there was a sport that went beyond the norms of safety first and was filled with danger as well as put recognition and fame on the line.
This is story of a world where Weapons come to life, a world where death is just an appetizer for the morning and life is a hollow gamble in the night.
Welcome to Weaponized.
???:Lorrin! Where are you going so early in the morning?
A mother called out to her daughter who was slipping through the front door silently.
Grey hair tied into two braids and a pair of sock buns, Lorrin was a girl of small stature with slight fair skin and average points in looks and clothing sense.
Nevertheless the silvery chain that was dug into her neck and her mostly revealing clothing of a short skirt and a tank top along with flat marble slab like chest made her a peculiar sight to look at.
Slowly Lorrin turned to her mother, sticking her tongue apologisingly and bowed with hands reaching her feet.
Lorrin: I-I- wanted to-
???: the battlefield right?
Lorrin looked shocked at her mother.
???: don't look at me like that. It's about time you moved on from that small school ground. Still I hope you protect the core with your life.
Lorrin: *nods agressively* I will!... Then can i-
Lorrin's mother: *interrupts* Breakfast first. Our bodies may be unnecessary but leaving on a empty stomach isn't nice. You will never find a man with assets like yours.
Lorrin immediately understood what her mother was talking out. Her face shifting into a enraged pout while her mother did the dishes. Meanwhile The sound of her mother's kitchen knife arm ringing against the ceramic plates echos throughout the house.
Lorrin: I hope you slip you old hag!
Lorrin retorted before slamming the door on mother But her mother didn't take the insult to her heart at all. Instead she turned on the TV to look at today's chaos.
[Today's headlines- Mogi Yakil from the Yakil providence wins another trophy at the free-for-all championship in Southerburn city.]
Below the headline is a picture of hundreds of people dragging themselves out of rubble with a yellow tag placed on their hands that signified defeat. Some of the defeated has lost their arms, some have even lost most of their lower bodies but thankfully the weapon core which houses their soul was alright.
Lorrin's mom: Ara. I wish my little lori don't end up like these folks, it will be shameful to go rest in the hospital. if she lost more than just her leg and arms it will be a hassle to clean the blood spots on the new shirt she bought recently.
The news wasn't forgiving but it wasn't the worse thing to hear atleast. Honestly it was kind of exciting to imagine Lorrin going around chopping people's head off and winning herself a bounty.