𝓂𝒸𝓎𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

༶•----♛ Technoblade x reader ♛----•༶

So, on the day of my eleventh birthday, I began sneaking away from home to train myself in how to wield a sword and how to properly block and parry attacks.

On the occasional day that I was able to get all my chores done quickly, I would carefully sneak into the castle boarders and watch the most high ranking knights practice, taking note of everything my mind could get ahold of.

I was probably breaking several laws by doing that, but I didn't care, the wealth of knowledge was too good to pass up.

Besides, I never got caught, so where was the harm in doing so?

Each day, I must've trained for hours, pushing myself to be better and stronger until I could take on other contestants who've won in the past.

A few thought of me as crazy, as nothing more than another reckless teenager dreaming of becoming a great hero like Technoblade, but I didn't want to be recognized as a hero or a great warrior, I wanted to be known as the one who was able to bring the Blood God to his knees and show everyone that he isn't as invincible as everyone thinks he is.

Those people were all quickly silenced after a few sparring rounds and instead offered me some advice and more knowledge which i greedily soaked up.

This would go on for another six years until I was finally able to enter the competition at the earliest age of eighteen.

The rumbling of the metal gate in front of me startles me out of my thoughts.

I squint as the blazing sun hits my eyes, temporally blinding me for a moment before the screams and cheers of the audience brings me back to my senses.

Stepping out into the arena, the humidity of late summer sun soaks through my cotton tunic and leather pants, drenching me in sweat.

This is the moment I've been training for.

For six years, I've dedicated thousands of hours to training in hopes that one day, I'd be able to beat the Blood God himself in battle.

All around me I can hear the deafening screams and shouts of the audience from the sidelines as they all watch with anticipation.

"Finalists, are you ready!?" asks the announcer from his seat high above us.

My eyes land on the figure in front of me, his long pink hair

The weight of the diamond sword in my hand increases as my heart starts hammering in my chest so loud I'm almost scared that the prince can hear it.

"The two finalists will shake hands before the battle commences!"

Without breaking eye contact, I lift my hand that wasn't wielding a sword and the prince copies my actions.

Technoblade's grip is firm and almost bone crushing compared to my smaller hand.

We shake before letting go.

Technoblade and myself turn and head to opposite sides of the arena.

I try to focus on calming my rapid breath and feet as they lead me farther from my opponent, yet it feels like I'm only getting closer.

"You may start at the sound of the horn!" the announcer states.

I stare up at the stands to where my two best friends stood among the crowd, both cheering and clapping for me with smiles plastered on their faces.

Giving them a small nod of acknowledgment, I turn back to face my opponent.

"5!"

This is it.