5 Chapter 5 Trainers

Ian was in his own little genjutsu world set in a edo-period japanese era. The houses looked traditional but beautiful nonetheless with the fall season making the air fresh and street filled with leaves.

[You are being brainwashed. Duration: 12 hours]

Ian suddenly felt a slight pain in his head. Although he had put himself in a genjutsu, the potion seemed to fight his mind for control. What a terrible potion.

This world was a scary one. One day in and he was kidnapped and then tried to be brainwashed by a weird dark magician. He thought he could become one of those protagonist, breezing through every enemies with one strike.

Instead he was captured. If he did not buy sharing earlier, his fate would be sealed in the coffin.

The genjutsu world started to crumble. The blue sky turned rotten. Ian gritted his teeth, sat down, and closed his eyes to focus. The world pushed the rotten area back, but then the rotten part pushed further, expanding its size.

Sweat trickled off his forehead, and he kept fighting agaist the potion back and forth. He perserve through this hell for twelve hours.

[Brainwash failed]

Ian fell on to the grass, gasping for air. All of his pain disappeared like they were mere illussion. He then break the genjutsu and opened his eyes only to see the crazy scientist smiling at him with widened eyes.

"You survive! Fantastic! This is fantastic! The improvement I did on the potion works! If I can make 10 of you, the leader will give me more funds and resources."

Thomas stared at him with crazed eyes. "What is your name?"

"I do not know," Ian emotionlessly said.

"HAHAHA. I was worried the potion might fail. A lot of people tried to cheat me you see. Pretending to be brainwashed while they're not. When I asked about their name, they would say random things or their real name. What a fool they are. Well, I left them to rot in the cabinet right below your seat, but let's not talk about that."

'There is rotting bodies below me?' Ian was shocked, but he did not show it on his face. 'Just how crazy is this dude with rotten corpses?'

"I am struggling to give you a name. Hmmm. Since you use blade as a weapon, I will call you Blade. Now, Blade. You will be a loyal slaves of the Shadow Tribe. In no way, direct or indirect will you harm the interest of the group. You will obey its rules and its hierarchy. Say yes to me."

"Yes."

Thomas nodded in satisfaction. "You're better than the other test subject. I want to experiment more on you, but the rules says I have to hand you out for physical training. It's stupid to be honest. Wasting loyal slaves to become a foot soldier. You got real slaves for that job already." He sighed.

"Guard, take him to Commander White."

Ian was then dragged by the collar and pulled into a room where a stunning woman with tight white dress that hugged her amazing figure. Her left thigh was all for him to see as her dress revealed it bare. She turned around, her long golden hair swayed as she held what seemed to be a rapier but with a white feather on the tip.

"Commander. Thomas told me to send this guy here. He's potion-enslaved subject."

"Another one? Leave him here alone."

The guard obeyed and left the room.

"My name is Nila." She approached and Ian could see two large peaks threatening to burst out of her dress.

"I will be your physical training instructor. Can you use a sword?"

"Yes." Ian was still bitter that they took his kusanagi. Although it was just a normal kusanagi, it looked cool if he used it.

Nila grabbed a sword and handed it to him. "Now attack me."

Ian obeyed without hesitation. If he did hesitated, they would find out, and so he attacked with all he got. He did not use his sharingan as that would be too obvious. Tricking that crazy crackhead was easy because he think too much, but the cold gaze of Commander Nila was different.

That made her seemed more attentive to detail, and she would surely notice the change in his eyes.

But as Ian attack and attack, he couldn't even touch the rim of her clothes. She spun and slipped past him. Suddenly, he felt pain on his butt.

She had spanked him with the feather whip. What a weird weapon. It looked like a rapier but end with a feather on top. Ian suspected that she could pull out the feather whenever she wanted.

After a few minutes, she completely destroyed him.

"Stand up," she said.

Ian pushed the ground, forcing his body to stand, but it refused and fell down again.

"Rest. Another trainer will train you."

She left the room. What a cold woman.

After a few moments, a man with a scar in his mouth walked in. He was 178 Cm tall, and wore light thin armor with a few small blade on his waist.

Without saying anything, the man kicked him in the face. He grabbed his collar and then slammed his head onto the floor.

"Get up."

Ian did not say anything and stood up immediately.

The man laughed. "This is why I like brainwashed slaves like you. I can do anything and you won't scream and groan." He masterfully grabbed one of the knife and stabbed his thigh.

A sharp pain stung his leg, but he held it and did not show it on his face. He got a good pain resistance since long ago, but the man intentionally stab the most painful part of his thigh. Thankfully he could keep his expression still.

The man laughed again. "My name is Frederick. I know you are brainwashed, but I will come in your nightmare when you sleep."

Frederick slashed his cheek. Blood trickled down. Ian held the rage inside him. He had to hold all of this so she could save Asuna.

'Asuna, wait for me.'