Charles stood beside Leon's dead body in silence, he couldn't feel his body and the smell of blood filled his nose as he stares at the body. Charles quickly asks Janko: "I can't move my body! Janko why can't I move my body?!" "That's because you used up all your stamina by using your power just now! You used it for too long! Your weak body can't handle that amount of stress for so long!." Janko commented. "My power? You mean when everything went slow motion? Does that mean I'll become like super fast that's great!" Charles said in delight. "Wrong! Your body didn't become fast but instead, your spirit became stronger!" Janko explained "My spirit? My spirit can make everything slower?!" Charles asks in confusion

"Young fighter Charles are you ok?" A guard walked to the arena and asked Charles. For some odd reason, Charles had been standing at the same spot the entire time. Everybody in the spectator stands already left yet the guy who won is still here! "Y-yeah I'm fine, but I can't move my body." Charles replied "You can't move your body? I'll get the arena doctor to help you out." The guard quickly asks one of the other guards to bring out a stretcher made out of hemp and wood. The guards carried Charles with ease and placed him on the stretcher and headed off to the herbalist.

After walking down a dimly lit cobblestone corridor, they reached a door that reads "Doctor Varus." The guard opens the door, and instantly the smell of herbs and blood flowed into Charles's nose.

"Doctor, one of the young fighters seems to be unable to move. Where do you want him at?" The guard asks. "Put him down on the 4th bed to the left of the room." The doctor replies as he continues writing something in a leather book. "Understood Sir!" The guards start moving Charles over to the empty bed and lay him down. "Doctor Varus is a good doctor so that you will be fine. I look forward to your future fights young fighter Charles!" The guard comments as him and the other guard walked out of the room.

"Now then" The doctor shuts his book and inserts it into a leather bag. He walks over to Charles and asks "Oh it's a young fighter this time. Most of them usually come in almost dead. Now tell me your name and what seems to be the problem." "My name's Charles; I seem not to be able to move my body after the duel I just had a couple of minutes ago." Charles replied "Ah, so your the winner of that duel then? The guards in the lower rank were talking about it yesterday to me. Looks like your quite the fighter then." He says as he checks Charles's pulse and eyes. "Mhm seems to me that you're just out of stamina, first fight?" Varus asks "Yes it was my first fight." Charles replied.

"Congratulations on winning your first fight then. Alright, all you need is to sleep well, and you'll be fine by tomorrow. I'll let you rest in here for a night before I'll let you go back to your room. Understood?" Varus asks "Yes of course sir! Thank you!" Charles nodded "Mhm good now then take a good rest; It's usually quiet in here, so I think you'll like it here." Varus nods and back to his desk.

Now free to be by himself Charles looks at the bed his on and the surroundings. The bed was very comfortable, unlike the one he had back at home that was just a bunch of straw in a sack and miles better than the wooden board he sleeps on in his arena room. Might it be filled with sheep wool? Charles can't be sure since he never slept on such a nice bed though the material feels like hemp. He looks around him and sees that the beds that are beside his were being blocked by curtains not allowing him to see the other patients though such curtains didn't block the beds in front of him.

In front of his bed was a large middle-aged man who looked extraordinarily muscular but had bandages covering his right eye. "Hey, kid, Who are you staring at huh?" The muscular man asks "Oh sorry I didn't mean to stare sir. Please forgive me." Charles bows his head a bit. I don't want to confront such a scary looking man! "Don't need to be that scared of me, the name's Sieg. What's yours?" The muscular man introduces himself

"My name is Charles sir." Charles greets the man though still a bit wary of the man "Mhm, Charles is a good name! I don't have anybody to talk to here, and that doctor isn't the greatest guy to talk to about pretty much anything. He keeps talking about really boring stuff. Plus everyone else is either always sleeping or a day away from death! Now then How long have ya been here?" Sieg asks "If I'm right today would be my 3rd day here." Charles tried remembering.

"3rd day?! The first fight for everyone is always on their 5th day! Did yah piss off someone you shouldn't have?" Sieg asks with curiosity written all over his face. "Well, I pissed off what everyone seemed to call the top prospect of the young fighters, a guy called Leon. Though I think his 6 foot under by now." Charles replied with pride. "Ha! I like you already! Good! I remember that kid always walking around with a smug look on his face with a bunch of weaklings following him." Sieg laughs as he hears what Charles said.

"How long have you been here Sieg?" Charles asked. "Mhm, I've been here for a while. I can't remember I came into this hell hole. Ah since I'm your senior and all, I should be giving you some tips right? Ask me anything you want about this place, and I'll try my best to give you an answer!" Sieg suggests "That would be helpful! Well, the first question I should probably ask is where in the world are we?" Charles asks "You got sent here yet you don't know? Are you one of those kids that get sold by their parents?" Sieg asks.

"Unfortunately yes, I still don't know why either." Charles sighs at the thought of it. "Well, I think I got some knowledge about that. You live on a farm kid?" Sieg asks "Yeah, I used to be a farmboy back in my village! Why do you ask?" Charles tilts his head in confusion. "It's just like I thought. Let me give you a rundown of everything. See we are in an arena called "The Roaring Arena" in a city called "Roaring Silk City" under the "Dragston Empire" which is ruled by a bunch of nobles. Now in recent days, half of the Dragston empire has been hit with a drought, and the crops here are now slowly deteriorating. Right now only some nobles are lucky enough not to be affected by the drought like the noble who owns Roaring Silk City. The village your living in probably was a part of the unlucky ones."

"I see, so that's what happened. Then I can't blame my parents can I? They had it rough..." Charles thought as he still thinks fondly of the time he and his family sat down on the floor as the didn't have any money to buy furniture from a carpenter. They sat down and ate rice, cucumbers and sometimes if they were lucky some meat if the harvest that season was excellent! "You're giving your parents way too much credit! They sold their child away, their blood! That's one of the worst things to ever do! Your Family is the most important thing in life, and that can never change!" Sieg said as he frowns, he can't understand how carefree Charles is about his situation.

"Yeah, I know family is the most important thing. But if me being sold away helps them get a better life then so be it!" Charles looks at Sieg with determination. "Your too damn selfless is it because you won your first match that you're thinking you're not gonna die here?!" Sieg sighs as he gives up "Screw it I don't want to continue this depressing story." Sieg grumbles as he looks out of the window to see the night sky.

"You better get some rest, Your leaving the Varus's place after tonight right? I'm the same so let's eat together after this ye hear? I still want to talk to you for a bit more longer. I haven't had a chat this long with another person in a long ass time!"

"I seem to keep meeting peculiar people; I should probably go find Robert once I get away from Sieg. At least that way I can see what true sanity is like." Charles sighs as he falls asleep as well.