The Author's POV

"Huaa!"

Cheers engulfed the arena grounds as the spectators jumped and shouted in excitement as they watched the games that were happening below.

"Sheesh, that's loud..."

Covering my ears with my hands, I walked towards one of the stands and looked at the arena grounds below.

Although I could've watched the games in the comfort of the waiting room, I wanted to come here at least once to spectate the games that were happening below.

There was also another goal I had in mind when coming here...

'”Hein Kraaijenschot from Ironia Academy and John Berson from Kuzk Academy still look to be holding out well. Scott Madison from Leingberg Academy seems to be about to give out! Who will pass to the next round?

Listening to the announcer, I leaned on the handrails and squinted my eyes to get a better look at what was happening below.

Standing on a platform, I looked as five students stood still motionless. With their legs perpendicular to their shoulders, the five individuals each held a shield in their hand.

Opposite to them was a combat dummy that every few seconds would unleash an attack on them.

With each attack, the power exerted by the dummy would increase.

Dum. Dum. Dum. Even as I stood above the arena grounds, I could hear the faint sound of collision that came as a result of the dummy hitting the contestants.

"So this is the Iron Fortress games..."

I muttered underneath my breath as I paid close attention to the five individuals below.

The Iron Fortress game was a game dedicated to those that specialized in defense. The objective was to withstand as many attacks as possible. The last person standing would directly make it to the next round.

As of right now, it was the semi-finals, and my attention was currently directed towards one individual.

Hein Kraaijenschot.

The next and last person that I wanted to recruit into my mercenary group.

With a sturdy build, light brown hair, and hazel eyes, Hein stood imposingly at the center of the stage as he withstood the barrage of attacks coming from the dummy opposite of him.

With each attack, Hein would skilfully shift his position ever so slightly. By either taking one step back or tilting the shield slightly, Hein was able to redirect some of the force away from himself.

Using this method, he appeared to be in a much better position than some of the other contestants.

'He's as good as I thought he'd be.'

Watching Hein skilfully redirect and block the relentless attacks coming from the dummies, I crossed my arms and repeatedly nodded my head.

Even though he wasn't the biggest individual on stage as John Berson was about twice his size, his technical ability was something that more than made up for his lack of natural size.

This was shown by how he had made it this far without even being a part of a famous academy.

This achievement alone was outstanding.

"He's the one for sure..."

Without a doubt, I knew that he was the last person I was looking for in my mercenary group.

Though he may not be known now, in the future, Hein would be known throughout the whole human domain as a ranked hero.

He was of Dutch descent, and despite his talent, because of his family circumstances, he could only enroll at a medium-high ranked Academy.

He did in fact get scholarship offers from large academies such as the Lock or the four great academies. Unfortunately, he chose to reject them because of his circumstances.

Had he enrolled in a top academy, he would've without a doubt have been as strong as some of the most prolific individuals in the tournament.

In fact, he would've without a doubt have even had a chance at beating John Berson who was considered to be the best tanker amongst the younger generation.

Unfortunately...

'”Hein Kraaijenschot from Ironia Academy, unfortunately, gives out and John Berson from Kuzk Academy takes the first spot and wins the Iron fortress games! Ladies and gentlemen let's give John a round of applause for his fantastic performance. The other contestants too, for their fantastic performances.

Listening to the announcer's voice, I shook my head.

'Too bad...'

Had Hein have had the same amount of resources as John, things would've been different. Sadly, there were no what if's in the world.

Staring at Hein who was sprawled on the ground tired, I watched as tears streamed down from the corner of his eyes.

He looked absolutely gutted.

"Huaaaa'”!"

Standing next to him, John Berson raised his hand in the air like the victor that he was and basked on the cheers coming from the spectators.

"Don't worry."

look at Hein from above, a trace of a smile

definitely do anything within my power to make you

softly muttered before turning around and leaving the

***

"Haa...Haaa..."

Fortress game, Hein sat down

with a warm wet towel, Hein tried to hide the fact

I

both of his

when Hein was still twelve years old, a

town was suddenly

to protect him and his two other five-month-old siblings, his father

make matters worse, his mother died in that incident. The one mother that had raised him since he

paralyzed father, two five-month-old children, and one twelve-year-old kid. That was the aftermath of the incident that took place

also the turning point of

work hard every day at his family shop to provide income

he could still work as a clerk, and hence

sixteen years of age. It was also the time

That was what his talent

was why he refused

decision since the academy treated him extremely well as they invested

government to help him grow, but even then, his treatment was not bad

You don't have

see you back home. Your siblings are waiting for

trembling voice, Hein's

it was evident that he was also trying

did not point

to meet them as

of his siblings, a gentle smile appeared on

you. I wish you the best in the next

"Thank you..."

tone of the call for a

he slowly

will definitely not

Fortress game, the tournament was not over yet. He still had to participate in the battle

that, he was going to

***

The loud sound of collisions

Each attack was lightning fast as a green hue shrouded

'”Click!

the room became quiet, and a small white

"Huuu..."

the side of my face, I took

"I should be close."

I

could feel it. I was close to ranking up. Perhaps as close as a couple of days, to

enough time for the finals that were going to take place

this as I was confident

and looked at my notifications, I found my face plastered all over the

the news, there was a picture of

the

a lot of people supporting me and wishing me

much antagonized everyone in my first interview. But I guess my recent