A multitude of people had already gathered in the warrior arena, where vacant seats could barely be seen.   Most of these people were full-time soldiers, along with a few government officials and nobles. In fact, the nobles and government officials were soldiers too, as military service was often seen as a duty and a way to gain honor and prestige in society.   Civilians were not permitted to attend the event. The anticipation in the air was palpable as everyone eagerly awaited the commencement of the highly anticipated warrior competition. The arena buzzed with a mix of excitement and tension as the

In a thick forest, under a huge tree, a young man bent over, tying the strings of his boots. He carried a long sword at his back. Number 43 could barely be seen on his back. Upon rising, water dripped from his face and head, a result of the drizzle that created an unpleasant atmosphere. The young man's eyes scanned the dense forest, searching for any signs of movement. Nathan and all the other participants hadn't entered a green forest similar to the one Nathan entered in the training space. The field was actually a huge multi-user training space specially prepared for the competition.  This was different from all the other training spaces. This was made to suit its duties, which included hosting the first phase of the competition and providing a realistic and challenging environment for the participants. The multi-user training space was equipped with various obstacles, terrains, and simulated weather conditions to test the skills and adaptability of th

  The young man, along with his team, had dark expressions.    "Even if you're stronger than any of us, you'll still need our help." The young man said it in a poignant tone.    He thought Nathan was despising them and regarded them as useless to him.        Nathan finally glared at them; his face was expressionless. It was hard to understand what was going through his mind.        "I