A week later.
I stand in the middle of the street.
Watching the battlefield which is in my left.
Wind grazes my cloth.
My hair flows in the wind.
I step into the battle.
People sit around it.
"Zeo!", a voice calls.
I turn. It is Prime.
"Win this competition!", he says.
I smile. No words.
I believe myself. I just lost a hand, not my skill.
"I will get my hand back!", I say.
"All the best!", he says.
I walk towards the participants room.
Everybody murmurs.
I step inside. Sudden silence.
Everybody watches me.
My steps echo.
I am the only Zyn D Synen here.
Also, I am the only one having one arm.
Someone enters into the room.
He is lean. But slightly muscular.
"Hello participants!", he continues,
"I am John. I am the judge of this competition."
He notices me.
I watch him.
He walks towards me.
He stands before me.
"Are you really going to participate in this competition?", he asks.
"Yes!", I reply calmly.
He laughs.
"You can't win!", he says.
I am not in condition of hearing him.
I want the book only. No matter what happens.
"Don't be silly! Go and do your job.", I say.
His expression changes.
"You can't defeat my son!", he says.
"I don't care about your son. I am gonna win!", I say.
I turn and walk away from him.
A boy approaches towards me.
"Sorry! I am Johnny Junior," he continues,
"The judge is my father. He hopes I will win. He always speaks rudely."
"I don't mind about his attitude," I say.
But, I hate his attitude.
"If you don't mind, can I ask you a question?", he says.
I grin. I know.
"How did you lost your hand?", he asks.
"It's an accident.", I reply calmly.
"Oh…", he says.
He thinks something. I can't guess.
"Talented Synen will win!", he says.
He is kind-hearted. But his father is arrogant.
His words give me hope.
Everybody walks to the battlefield.
We also walk.
John stands there.
"I am going to tell about the competition," he continues,
"The competition is a battle royale."
"Battle Royale!", Johnny exclaims.
"The Synen who stands at last is the winner!", John says.
John steps out of the field.
"Battle royale is usually harder than a normal competition!", Johnny says.
"Is it really hard?", I ask.
"No, not for me! But for you!", he says.
I stand confused.
"But how?", I ask.
"You will understand soon!", he says.