Enemies | Dreamnoblade

Chapter 2

•Technoblade•

I finally arrived to the castle gates, which I was let in after saying I was here for guard admissions.

I soon was met with a small old woman, who had glasses and a paper.

"What division are you competing for?"

She asked, adding a cough at the end.

"Elite."

She wrote down my name and pointed to a section where there were big guys.

They looked easy enough to beat.

Soon enough we were about to begin, but then I noticed to officials watching from the seats.

"Alright soldiers, top ten people who make it, get to stay in the elites, top three places get to choose if they want to spar with prince Dream or elite official Sapnap."

Of course they use their soldier names.

I looked around and saw around forty people, some looking nervous.

"Dream, Sapnap, who do you think will win."

Everyone looked either nervous or smug, but I had a neutral face, like always.

"Hmm, probably that guy."

They said, pointing to a tough guy.

They had to be joking, I could beat that guy with one hand behind my back.

"START!"

The instructor cried out, we all found our sparring partner and then all hell broke loose.

I was against easy targets, seeing that they were all so slow.

Soon enough, I was in the top ten, now this is where it mattered, I had to get to first, not to to beat Dream or some shit, but to prove them wrong.

I started fighting the first guy and he was like Tommy, following his instincts.

I shut him down real quick, then I went on to fight another guy like him.

Then I was face to face with the chosen guy.

"Dream, would you like to do the honors?"

He got up and walked towards the sparring ring, he had a smiling face mask on, but I could see a bit of red on the side of the mask.

"Start!"

He yelled out.

The man charged at me, but I quickly ducked out of the way. He did land a grazing hit on my cheek.

Now I was pissed.

I started swinging at him, him not being able to dodge, then he was on the ground after a swift kick.

I put the sparring sword up to his neck, indicating he had lost.

"Soldier, what is your name."