35 2.12- Survive, Weapons, Combat, Kill and Live for Another Day! Part 1

"Preet...! Preet...!! Preet...!!!" a loud shrill alarm sounded through the loudspeakers after a silence of about 2 hours or so.

"Attention all players! One male player was found dead and this time in the hands of our Assassin. We are now left with 5 boys and 5 girls each on both sides. Continue to survive and may the strongest emerge as victorious in the end!!! Good Luck players...!!!" the loudspeaker boomed its glorious findings throughout the forest and the is no way to find out where and who had perished this time.

"No time to lose!! Gonna make weapons to fight those Assassins!! And find the bastard behind the microphone and stuff the Mike down his own throat!!! I'm gonna bash his teeth straight in!!! " I gritted my teeth at the thought of my fallen friends. First, it was Megumi and another unknown student.

I looked around me and found some bamboo trees and with my strength, I managed to pull down a bamboo pole from its base. I took the thinner tips to be used as a throwing or poking weapon instead. I managed to break the intended length of the pole into a 3-foot long one and whittled the short end with my pocket knife. It took a while to shape it into a sharp and menacing look tip while the end of the 3-foot bamboo pole I just made it as dull as possible in case I wanted to use it as a vaulting pole against my body.

The pole was short, and the tip was extremely sharp. It won't do good if it was used against a tree or anything but to puncture a body, I think it would not be too shabby. I stripped down the bark of the bamboo and made it into a makeshift sling to carry the bamboo pole in my back. If the need arises, I guess I could make this as a hiking stick as well. I dismissed the idea of making it hiking stick because I do not want to damage the sharpen tip that I intended to cause hurt, SERIOUS HURT.

I took a rest in the shade and wanted to recollect what I should do in this situation. Armed with only a folding pocket knife and a makeshift bamboo pole, I wondered if the assassins use hot weapons at all. If so, the efforts in making this bamboo pole proved to be useless. I was at wit's end when thinking about the situation. I wondered how the rest would be doing right now since there was no way to communicate with one another. Dusk is approaching soon and I need to at least find some food or drink in this forsaken forest.

Searching through the depths of my memories had managed to surface some of the tactics I had learned a long time ago before I transmigrated into this body and era. It was the "Living off the Land" and "Jungle Confidence Course" that I had undergone while in the basic military training many years back in my past life. Coupled with the experience I had on my previous so-called 'life' as Bo back in the Bamboo Village, I hoped to gain some sort of fighting skills that I had possessed during my times of meditation. I hoped and sincerely hoped for the existing hand to hand combat would appear when I needed it most.

I stood up, dropped both the satchel bag and the sharpen bamboo pole on my side, I readied myself as I placed my feet apart and lowered my body as I took on a horse stance. Different from the WingChun position, this stance would also be used for meditation and I would not be caught in the most unfavourable position at all.

I closed my eyes and began to control my breathing. Oblivious to the whirring electronic sound above me, a PTZIR camera was pointed at my direction and recorded my every single movement.

"*Cough* *Cough* Ahem... Boy! No need for you to practice your KungFu or whatever you are doing right now! Best to look for the chest that contains the basic necessity of sustenance for you to last a day or two more! Do you think you have the ability to cloak yourself with your pathetic martial arts right now? My assassins would be swarming to your place as I speak, understand Boy?! " the sneering electronic voice boomed through a loudspeaker... Breaking into my concentration as I muster up my Qi through my meditation.

"FUCKING PIECE OF BASTARD SHIT ASS COCK SUCKER ASS LICKER!! "I screamed through my thoughts as I try to meditate further and finally came into an absolute peace of mind. I find myself looking down at my own body like in an out of body experience when one is on the verge of dying. In that state, I was floating and encircling my body. How in the world did I do that? Would it be best if I could levitate and find the rest of my friends this way?

In my subconscious mind and controlled breathing, I slowly raised my hands outwards and then back into a fist at my sides. This continued a few times before I subconsciously took a step back on my right foot, leaning my weight behind and slightly made a forward punch and made circular motions with an elbow block afterwards. Then I made a palm strike forward before I retracted my right hand into a fist back to my sides.

The movement continued with the right foot as I moved forward thus using my left foot to support my weight this time. A few overhead blocks, a few low kicks, a few steps retracted and moving forward and ending with a high sidekick... I subconsciously made the area around me like a small fighting arena and before I knew it I had moved almost in a circular motion pivoted to the ground.

"Good... Good... Good...! Hey Boy! You must be from Shitoryu Karate yes?! Do you think you are up to the tasks to even touch my assassins? You are nothing like a piece of shit on the ground that people steps on! Do you realize that? By the way, you must be Kenzo Watanabe, right? Silver grey hair and quite tall for a 15-year-old boy too! You want to show your prowess and intimidate me, boy?! How about I send my assassins to you to prove your worth! If you can beat him, I let him drop a piece of equipment for you... What do you think?! Hey, boy! I'm talking to you...! Show me a thumbs-up if you agree on a one on one unarmed combat?!" the electronic voice boomed once again as I entered back to reality after my meditation.

Instead of giving the thumbs-up as mentioned by the voice, I raised my left hand, slapped my right bicep and showed my middle finger as my victory sign!!

"EAT this, you motherfucker! Do you have the fucking hairy BALLS to face me instead?! Your MOTHER would roll in her grave when she found out that she gave birth to you DICKLESS and brainless as well! And your FATHER would have killed himself if he knew that his sperm had made you into STUPID and UGLY little WORTHLESS monster baby!! You are hiding behind your assassins all these while, why don't you come out and face this 15-year-old boy and prove you are mightier than us?! Only COWARDS hide behind a microphone!!" Using psychological attacks like these as I raised my voice upwards. I was hoping for the PTZIR cameras have little microphones on them to pick up the chatter. I was also hoping that my psychological attacks on his parents would bring out some adverse results.

"Wait and see, you little dog of mine...!! I will let you know who is the MASTER and who is the SERVANT...!!! So now... Surprise... Surprise... My assassin has been deployed to your location right now... If you got the BALLS, why don't you stick around, shithead...!! Arrogance would not bring you anywhere except death...!!! And my cameras would record every last breath you take as my assassins slowly torture you... Just wait, boy... He's coming on your way soon as I speak...!!! Taunted the voice again over the loudspeakers just then a hit song from Depeche Mode was blasting through the loudspeakers and was playing "Master and Servants"

"Shit... Gonna hide away from these cameras overhead but where shall I hide since the cameras are all placed and covered all angles." I thought to myself as I picked my bamboo pole shouldered my satchel bag.

At the same time, I thanked the old Master and old Sage for bestowing me with the skills I had learned in the past era. If this is a computer game fantasy story, I would half expect a screen popped up in front of me and I am able to scroll my skills attribution, assign points as well as monitor my health, food and drink intake. But no... This is not a computer games fantasy story or another of being dead and transformed into a single body of a character.

This is just me, Sam Mulder having to be able to multiple transverse in the world from one body to another, from one era to another as I accomplish certain endings that changes history. Yup... That's right. One of a kind story that starts and ends differently but always having one girl in my life at one time.

Director... Why are you giving a spoiler in the middle of the script?!

Sounds of light footsteps on my right indicating someone was approaching fast! My blood curled up within me as I glanced to my right, half expecting a familiar face but what I saw a shadowy figure darting in and out among the tree trunks. Moving at an amazing speed. Flashes of blurry black figure among the tree trunks. Almost at dizzying speeds that left after images.

I dropped my satchel bag to the ground and held the sharp tip of my bamboo pole as I swung once around at mid-level, twisted my body around and once more swung over my head, using the blunt end that was shaped like a cudgel before I stomped it on the ground.

Holding it by the blunt end this time and pointed the sharp end at almost throat level at the shadowy figure that was darting among the tree trunks; moving at a dizzying speed and was raising a kind of sickle attached to a piece of chain.

Flashback... This was the type of weapon for Kohaku in Inuyasha.

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I took a boxer's stance and held my bamboo pole in such a manner when I used to hold my rifle with my bayonet attached during one of the practices in bayonet fighting skills.

Suddenly, the assassin let his sickle fly through the air, slicing through it perfectly as he ran towards me. The sickle flew in a spinning manner straight at me and I had only time to block it with the blunt end as I raised it high to block using it diagonally.

"Crack...!!!"