Chapter 110

The main thing to remember whenever playing any game is that you should always have a sort of leverage over your opponents, it will do you no good to be at a disadvantage to yourself and at an advantage to others.

Whenever it comes to competing, life has taught me this the hard way. The moment I glance around it seems my eyes take on a new perspective, instead of seeing a barely laid out field, or a barely completed athletics course, I decide to see the weakness in each and every other opponents.

I know to some it would seem cruel, but yet it seems cruel is the language this place speaks. It is the brain behind each and every action that goes on here, cruelty is the currency that is traded in this place, and so I decided to let myself be cruel for once. It isn't my fault that some people make their weaknesses so glaringly obvious, like a guy who's trying to lift a couple of weights but yet has arms as skinny as a chickens.

Most people don't decide to exploit their strength, instead they want to lean towards the general perception of strength. Strength has different meanings to everyone, to some, someone without physical strength means you have no strength at all, some also base thier strength on their mental capability, all those are forms of showings but some seem to be more generally accepted than others.

Like how physical strength is more preferable for boys than to have mental strength, and how mental strength was something of a must for girls but physical strength dosen't seem to matter.

Everyone's perception of strength is different in their own way, but some forms of strength has become something that has been stereotyped through and through.

I would like to say my own strength is in seeing others weakness, well at least that is what my strength appears to be in this situation, the moment I cast a glance around the field I can already see the way some people look at some equipment with something of fear and revulsion in in their eyes.

I can already notice the way some guys regard the others, thier gaze telling me all I need to know about who they are afraid of, and who they don't give a damn about. I forget I have people standing near me, and I simply threw myself into the landscape of pinpointed weaknesses my mind has opened up to me.

Of all the people who I notice either regard another person with something like barely concealed hate in their eyes, or which part of the track field they look at with a nervous gulp going down their throat, there is one person who does not show any weakness at all. I'm guessing there isn't any way someone won't have a weakness, but Damianos doesn't show it.

I look at him and see that he's perfectly still like the ocean before the storm, that stillness scares me. It is broken a few moments later though, I wonder exactly what Charlotte hopes to gain by this.