CHAPTER 06.05: THE SLAVES AND HONOUR [PART 5]

  The scene unfolds with Damilare's attack falling short of his hope and the anticipated expectations of the crowd.

  Damilare attack was a wide slash done in a sweeping motion with the intention of sweeping away everything in its path.

  But unfortunately for him, he missed.

  His injured arms trembled beneath the heavy strain. his body swayed uncontrollably even with his attempt to balance.

  The crowd's reaction is immediate and intense.

  Although the crowd may dislike Damilare due to his selfish decision to participate in the match. They were still willing to place their bets on him with full confidence and assurance but due to Damilare lackluster display of skill and his unpredictable sequence of actions, many within the crowd lost their ability to reasoning and think causing them to engage in foolish behaviors and acts which they will come to regret.

  The crowd which was already on the edge due to their minds being filled with negative emotions and dangerous thoughts. Those emotions erupted like a active volcano with their anger, frustration and malice at full display.

  Some brave and thoughtless spectators screamed without a care, while living at the moment

  '' HA HA HA! WHAT AN ATTENTION WHORE! HE CAN'T EVEN SWING HIS SWORD WELL! ''

  '' I THOUGH HE WAS CONFIDENT! WHAT AN EMBARRASSMENT!''

  '' HIS HE TRULY A CHILD OF MASTER ABIOLA!? ''

  '' COME ON, YOU CAN'T BLAME THE YOUNG MASTER AFTER ALL HE CAN'T EVEN AWAKEN AND THAT EVEN THOUGH HE POSSESS THE MIGHTY BLOODLINE OF THE ODENIYI'S.''

  '' YOU ARE A WASTE OF NOBLE BLOOD. YOU THOUGHTLESS CHICKEN. ''

  '' SHOW US MORE, YOUNG MASTER.''

  Some extreme spectators toke it a step further by throwing objects such as uprooted white witch flowers, and stones, at Damilare, who is standing with the aid of his rusty sword as support.

  Damilare was affected by the harsh comments. as a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over him. Damilare confidence plummeted. The little confidence he had vanished like the dark, thick clouds after a thunderous storm. Damilare heartbeat raced in reaction to the discomfort. His injured hands trembled more as he tightly gripped his sword.

  Meanwhile, some members of the Odeniyi affiant family viewed the crowd with a mix of disgust and amusement.

  '' Very foul. The lowly ones are easily entertained.'' A lady comments

  '' it shouldn't be shocking, Afterall they came to be entertained.'' The man sitting besides her responds

  The atmosphere within the arena becomes extremely hostile, with the crowd's anger, disappointment and resentment becoming unbearable

  The commoners circle. A massive seating section that was structured with the intention of keeping individuals considered lower humans. People that are below in status in comparison to that of nobility and royalty.

  A seat for the ordinary.

  It is a massive crowd made up of slaves, commoners, guards and warriors that gathered in the arena to release all their frustrations, rage and disappointment through the festival. To many in the crowd it was a way of letting go of the past, to some it was a way of relaxing, to another it was pure entertainment, and to few it was a way of enriching themselves. A once in every five years event that was very profitable to the few that possessed innate traits such insight, luck and hope. with each bet made, it could serve as a avenue for building the future of that daring fellow or it could serve as a path into a grim future packed with a special package of suffering, pain, regret, hatred, loneliness or worst death.

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  But the arena meets with an unexpected silence as Adesanya confrontation with her family draws the attention of the vast crowd.

  The crowd's attention shifts dramatically to Adesanya, as she steps into the limelight. her confrontation with her family sparked interest while captivating the entire arena. The atmosphere was thick with tension as she stood her ground while arguing with her elder brother Abayomi.

  This was a unintentional distraction.

  it was so distracting; it caused the caster to slight lose his concentration.

  Although the caster was distracted for a few minutes, it was more than enough for something unexpected to happen.

  This was enough change needed to re-write a predetermined route. An important route which served as a foundation for something greater.

  Is this calculated change something worth planning for?

  is it for something peaceful?

  or

  is it for something more exciting, more chaotic and more destructive?

  The answer to this question is laid in the hands of the powerful and blessed.

  The Only way to find out is to either observe the passage of the sun and moon and history of time or to find and meet those few individuals blessed by the beyonders.

  This short diversion was enough for Damilare to claw his way through the illusions till he had just enough control over his sense. With the slaves advancing closer to where he is. He decided to just push forward without overthinking it, once again charging forward for another attack with his rusty sword and his shield.

  He managed to deflect one of their punches while pushing through.

  Damilare endured or deflected the attacks of the other slaves using his shield while focusing his gaze on the only slave within the gladiator pit that was not moving.

  Using his heighted senses and all of his will power to endure the pain. He swung his sword down in an horizontal strike.

  His simple strike torn through the weak, cold flesh of the caster. Cutting his stomach open.

  His attack was not very powerful neither was it a skillful utilization of sword technique.

  It was an attack that contained just enough force to tear open the skin and artery of a healthy individual.

  To the crowd, Damilare's attack was nothing more than an unexpected and exciting display of entertaining violence but to the warriors, it was worth praising.

  It was strike difficult to execute because of Damilare current state and his sword.

  A question ran through the minds of many warriors and a few slaves seated in the commoner’s circle.

  (‘' Why was he using a rusty sword? '‘)

  ' Why ?? '

  Adesanya turned to Akinleye and asked

  ''Is there no better sword to use? ''

  Akinleye turned his face away from the match and looked at Adesanya while wearing an excited smile. He asked saying

  '' That sword is actually a wise choice. He selected that when he had the choice to pick any weapon from our treasury. ''

  Adesanya replied with another question

  '' Why did he? ''

  Akinleye licked his lips before answering

  '' If he had chosen any of the powerful weapons in the treasury, then he will be creating an uneven advantage which will force father to either stop the match or give each slave a powerful weapon to restore balance. ''

  '' But the match isn't even balanced.

  Dami is forced to fight 5 slaves and 1 sorcerer. is that fair? '' Adesanya replies while wearing an annoyed expression.

  '' It is fair.

  Those slaves are untrained, while Dami is a product of our training method

  they are not in perk physical condition because they are slaves, while Dami is in his best condition

  they are not using any weapons while Dami is using a rusty sword and a shield.'' Akinleye comments

  '' What of the wild sorcerer. '' Adesanya replies

  '' Exciting right? '' Akinleye remarks while laughing loudly

  '' Brother, you are wrong. It isn't fair in the slightest. '' Dijmon remarks

  '' So, the sheep finally speaks... tell us why it isn't fair.'' Akinleye remarks in a silly and playful tone

  '' My little greedy brother is the one responsible for making this match unfair. He is using a special weapon coated in the toxin of an awakened tsetse fly...

  Just because it is rusty doesn't mean there isn't more to it.'' Dijmon remarks while keeping an uninterested expression.

  '' But the toxin is not as potent as before. '' Abayomi comments

  '' It doesn't matter. toxin is still toxin no matter how much it is diluted. If that pig rushed and stroked the slaves before they attacked, then his victory would have been guaranteed, even if the toxin would have taken time to become active.'' Dijmon replies back

  Then Dijmon nods in disapproval

  '' He is an arrogant and reckless fool... That pig truly believes he is wise but he is nothing more than a cub enjoying the protection of his pack. ''

  Adesanya turns her face away from her brothers and looks at Damilare.

  '' Brother Dijmon, you are being too harsh.''

  '' Don't forget, it is his choice to fight... he chose to start an unnecessary fight and put himself in harm’s way. He is one that choose to participate in unnecessary violence... ''

  '' Dijmon is right, it is his choice and he should face it alone... he doesn't deserve any sympathy'' Akinfemi comments with a cold glare at Damilare fighting within the gladiator pit.

  AUTHOR: THE PROGENITOR 01