6 This is easy!

"Take the position of speaker in my place would you?" He patted the shoulder of his closest ally. "This could be the one that succeeds me."

"Yes sir."

The king excused himself from the grand hall, and led Kuoka to a faraway room, near the back of the castle. 'A soldier?' Kuoka; upon entering the room. Saw a tall, burly, and long haired man. "Alright, captain. It's your turn." The king slammed the iron door, tightly behind Kuoka, and turned a key. Locking the door.

"So you're the one, chosen by the king?"

"What do you mean, 'chosen by the king.' I just got dragged back here..." The man slammed the wall behind him, causing it to crack. And Kuoka felt his spine shivering from the shock. 'Don't be such a baby.'

A voice called out to Kuoka. 'Do that thing.' It said. And he couldn't remember anything afterwards. "Here take this sword! It's wooden; but can still pack quite a punch, even for a newbie like y-" The captain was interrupted mid sentence. By what you might ask?

A sword, plunged into his left thigh. Wasn't it wooden? You might ask. And... you'd be right. If it weren't for what it appeared to be like. Kuoka gently smiled, a red sword; firmly in his hands.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The captain screamed, and a frantic scrambling came from behind the iron door. It swung open, and to the king's shock... Kuoka had cut his entire leg off; leaving the captain, squirming on the floor. "HELP ME! THIS KID'S A DEMON! A DEMON!" When the king approached the captain, with Kuoka's seemingly lifeless body; still grasping the sword tightly. The captain grabbed onto the king's robe with all his strength, "HE'S A DE-" The crown fell; stabbing the captain in the eye. Killing him.

The king was motionless and speechless. Until several guards that were nearby, and heard the scream. Rushed to the scene... but they were also stunned for a moment, when they saw blood; splattered everywhere around the room. On Kuoka's hands. On the king's face and clothes.

They quickly rushed to the king, and dragged him away from the room. Kuoka, then returned to his senses. "What happened?" His face turned to horror and shock. As blood dripped down the back of his hand, into the bottom of his palm. He looked around.

'The door!' He turned to face the door; but it was closed... "it's closed..." he started panicking. "There's a dead body infront of me, the king said that this was the captain right? Then it should stand to reason, that I be executed. That's not good... at all."

The guards soon returned; but the body of the captain was nowhere to be found. "Where did it go?!" They grabbed Kuoka by the collar. Kuoka had been kneeling in a corner, ''he's crying?'' The guards started to think, that maybe it wasn't Kuoka who killed their captain. Because there was a visible hole in the roof.

The only one who knew what really happened... the king.

Once the guards left. They shut the door behind them. However, they'd forgotten to lock it, so Kuoka managed to escape easily.

When he ran to the throne room, it was already empty. 'Did everyone leave? That was faster than I thought...' Kuoka searched around the room. In every nook and cranny, he found nothing but dust and the occasional rat. 'Why are there rats in the throne room?' He didn't seem to notice that all the guards were gone as well.

Kuoka wandered into the kitchen, in search of food. A voice churned in his head. Fortunately, a table edge was right next to him, so he grabbed it; but still fell onto the floor. His head tightened and squeezed. It felt as though his skull was caving in on itself. After what felt like an eternity of pain, he opened his eyes and saw that the table edge had broken off. It shattered like glass.

When he stood up, a sudden rumbling shook the entire castle. Causing dust to violently leap out from all around him, creating a mist; entire comprised of dead human skin. Soon, the mist dissipated and so did all the food. 'What's going on?' He felt oddly calm about everything. As if he was the king, in his own castle.

His footsteps echoed throughout the castle, a smooth wave of sound flowed through the halls and rooms, then back into his ears. He walked into his room in the castle. A lavish bed was centered in it. The small table was made of high quality wood, as well as an extremely clean mirror, that was stationed above it.

Kuoka continued deeper into the room, and behind the door was a circular point that jutted out of the wall. 'A doorstopper?' Everything suddenly felt... eerie. As if he were in the middle of the galaxy; surrounded by stardust and meteors, that shined brighter, and with more color than the sun.

Kuoka started feeling sleepy. But it wasn't bedtime yet. He clenched his fists, hard enough to make them bleed; and continued onward through the castle.

A large blue flag decorated the entrance of this room. 'Regalia...' he whispered, whilst slowly lifting the curtain. 'A game? What's this.' He gently pressed his right hand against a board made of marble. 'It's so cold...' he started feeling an urge to press a random spot of the board. And when he did... a puppet appeared from nowhere. 'The board... it's floating?'

He felt his body lighten, and he looked down to see his body; reverted back to when he was a child. "Do you want to play a game?" The puppet asked, "Sure!" Kuoka replied. After they exchanged turns for an hour, Kuoka won. "This is easy!" He shouted.

"Want to play another? It's a different game!" The puppet shouted, but Kuoka wanted to stop, "we can play another time. I have to go back to the village." His tone saddened, and his body started rapidly aging. From a child, he returned to his 19 year old body. But it continued growing.

His body became heavy... heavier than he could tolerate. And he nearly fell over. the weight instantly disappeared. 'I'm floating too?' He looked down, and sure enough; he was flying.

"Goodbye puppet..." he waved his hands, his body now clad in black, steel armor. He flew to the large door at the gate to the castle. He looked back, and felt a beard growing near his chin. He pushed the door open, then a blinding light enveloped the world.