Karola

I'm starting to get used to the pain, the sparking, snapping, snapping of the swords, day after day filled with hopeless effort and the desire to win.

Eudemon: - You've been lying on the ground enough, get up.

Who is this huge figure? This was only assigned to me by my trainer, the commander, after the little private campaign that I organized during the recruitment, who would have thought that the one I called to a duel was none other than one of the commanders of the highest formation, where only those who have they have the power to change the world, that is what my teacher said.

I've only been here for the third day, but I'm already being forced into inhumane trials, especially since I was assigned to a team that consisted of only 6 members, now 7. They said that they need me, even though I'm quite young, but somehow I was assigned here, we are divided into special abilities, my mysterious sword that only I can lift, and my mobility, which I acquired during my training at Ichika's house.

Oh, it's already been that long? It's time for the meeting, the meeting of the Karola group, I have to get there because I'm sure I'll get in my head again if I'm late, knowing my habit.

I opened the huge door, which led to a palace-sized room, where 6 people were already sitting in the 7 chairs

Mizeya: - I'm here.

I said panting, running over there.

Zegrod: - You're a late kid.

Demigra: - What's surprising?

How do these people know me? Are you asking this? On my very first day, they introduced themselves, each of them has a separate residence in this building, so it was inevitable, I would start with the commander sitting in the first chair, Gertz, then the others, Eudemon, Zegrod, Demigra, Harlot, Simon and me, the seventh member.

I took my assigned place, then I thought about what task I would be given, it would be nice if I could get something suitable for my challenge, I'm bored of the training at home, although judging by the reactions of the others, there is a chance that I will also participate now, finally.

Gertz: - Thank you for coming, I mean some people don't change anything even considering the circumstances.

Look at me, then he continues his speech.

Gertz: - I called you together today because we were hired by another kingdom, none other than the king of the kingdom of Tirinia, Naofuda Marionett, who wants to hire a bodyguard for the princess, she recently returned to her father due to the tragic death of her father.

Simon: - Sorry to interrupt, but why did they hire us as bodyguards when they have their army there?

Gertz: - They don't want to use internals, you know what I mean by that.

Simon: - So if we stab them, they can execute us there.

Gertz: - Exactly.

For about half an hour, the others debated about who should be the bodyguard, it was completely in my mind, I was about to walk out the door and go to train so that I could at least spend my time doing something useful.

Demigra: - Let the newbie go.

Mizeya: - Huh?

I said incomprehensibly, why me?

Gertz: - What? Not a bad idea.

I thought to myself: - Thank you, you idiot, I came here not long ago and you would already send me to another kingdom.

Eudemon: - Don't joke about this Demigra, Mizeya is not even suitable for a completely basic-level mission, he hasn't even mastered telepathic communication.

Simon: - So what? I think we should give him a chance.

Mizeya: - Telepathic communication?

Gertz: - Don't worry about them Mizeya, you will have 1 more week to prepare, until then Harlot will teach you how to do it.

This is how my little story began, how I started on this path and on the uncertain step of this mysterious path, which falls to pieces along with my soul, even after a small mistake.

Harlot: - Try, we'll get there soon.

Mizeya: - Where?

Harlot: - Just follow.

I could hardly keep up with her, she started running with all her might, I don't even know where she wants to take me, but apparently, it has something to do with my training.

It took us a while to get there, but this woman only led us to the entrance of a cave.

Mizeya: - Will I train here?

Harlot: - Here.

She said laughing.

Mizeya: - I do any kind of training, I'm good at it.

Harlot: - Then I see that you don't have to fear mental training either.

Mizeya: - Mental?

With this, she told me how the first stage of my training will take place, as soon as I enter the cave, I will hear inexplicably high-frequency sounds from all directions, I have to distinguish them by adjusting them to a human voice and find someone out of the cave with its help, thanks to this method, my instincts and my senses can develop to the maximum, so I can master telepathic communication, I was given 1 day to complete the task, until then Harlot will wait at the exit of the cave.

It's dark in here, I can't even see the tip of my nose, I'm taking careful steps in the middle of the straight passage, but suddenly I was distracted by a fork.

Mizeya: - Where to from here?

I stopped to think for a while, but simply thinking doesn't matter here, I have to sharpen my senses, I wipe the sweat from my forehead because this temperature is starting to become worrying, then I closed my eyes and started concentrating hard, sharpening all my senses, I feel a tingling in my near my eyes and forehead, roughly the amount of sounds that flooded the entire cave is starting to disappear, I feel my instincts tell me to go to the side where I hear more sounds, so to the left.

I continued through the long tunnel, but the voices suddenly disappeared, and then a three-way road caught my eye, after much thought and concentration, I concluded that I would choose a path as I pleased, I had no starting point and even the voices went away, as if they didn't exist or is it just my imagination playing tricks on me? The time spent in the dark is starting to wear on me, but I have to get over it, it's necessary for my first mission, and I have to give it my all.

Thankfully, I made it past this obstacle, it seems that I chose the right path, because I haven't stumbled into a dead end in a while, ah, I can already see a tiny thread of light in the middle of the blackness in front of me.