Time: 2011-2- 12 19:20:08 Words: 3328
I didn't know how I came here, but I knew that this wasn't the world I used to live in. That world didn't have slaves, and I was now a slave.
I've read about transmigration in novels before, but I know that it's all fake, so I can face the current situation calmly. I am now a child, a seven-year-old boy. This is different from the " me " in my memories. I remember that " I " have congenital heart disease. Although I have lived for 20 years, I am about to enter the end of my life. Therefore, I am very grateful for this transmigration, even though this transmigration has made me a slave.
"Pa!"
The sound of a whip and a burning pain on my back, but I was already used to it. When I first arrived, every time I heard this sound, I would work harder to push the wooden pole in front of me to prevent the next whip from landing on my back. However, as time passed, I knew that this was just the interest of the supervisor. Those who were really lazy were already dead and thrown into the distant valley. Other than the barren land, it was also filled with wild beasts. The slaves who went there definitely had no hope of living.
Right, it seemed like I wasn't the only one in this transmigration. A certain male who was taken away because he was lazy cursed loudly. That was a language I was once familiar with, but it was definitely not the language here. He cursed at everything, even those novelists. At that time, I only felt that it was ridiculous. What a naive fellow. However, I also received a whip because of my smile.
Five years had passed since I transmigrated. The height of the wooden pole had changed from my forehead to my chest. Due to the long hours of continuous labor, my physical fitness was very good. My hands and back were covered with calluses. My hands were naturally due to the labor, and my back was naturally due to the whip.
"Kritz, it's time for today's training.”
Hearing this voice, I put down the wooden pole, turned around and left with a supervisor holding a whip. We came to a training ground covered in fine sand. There were already many youths of my age practicing here. Of course, it was the skill to kill.
Yes, I am a slave now, but I am also a gladiator in the future. I didn't know where I was or what era I was in, but I had to obey their arrangements because I was a slave and because I had no power.
I picked up the wooden sword on the ground. According to the martial arts teacher's arrangement, my training today is to swing the sword 10,000 times. I didn't slack off, because this was a life-saving skill. Although I knew that gladiators would usually die in the end, I didn't want to die so quickly. Moreover," usually " meant death, so I still had a chance to struggle.
Since many people practiced together, there would naturally be cliques. Moreover, the youths who practiced here were not all slaves, but there were no people who bullied others because of their status. According to my observation, this place seems to be a country that advocates martial arts like Sparta. No matter who it is, after reaching a certain age, they must cultivate martial arts here. There was no difference in status here. In the sparring, even if a slave defeated a noble, the slave would not be punished. On the contrary, the defeated noble family would reward the slave because he helped his descendants find their shortcomings.
" Kritz, stop for a moment," the martial arts teacher suddenly said." You have a sparring session today, and your opponent is him."”
I turned my head to look. It was the person I defeated last time. I heard that he was a noble, but so what? Holding the wooden sword, he didn't need to change his weapon anyway. When he reached the center of the arena, that kid was already waiting there. It was obvious that this guy was eager for revenge. Indeed, in this country that valued honor, it was very embarrassing to be defeated, no matter who defeated you.
The martial arts teacher gave the order, and the battle began. The opponent is using a two-handed war hammer. Although it is made of wood, a single hit will cause serious injuries. I am using a two-handed heavy sword, so he will not feel good either. The weapons they used during the sparring session were their usual training weapons. Although they were not sharpened," accidents " would happen from time to time. As a result, there were quite a number of people who died. However, no one would pursue the matter after the incident. After all, there were several martial arts teachers supervising them from the side. They had all sworn to the God of War that there would definitely not be any " accidental injuries ".
Our fighting style is mainly based on strength and not technique. This doesn't mean that we don't value technique, but in the face of absolute strength, technique is not very useful. One strike, two strikes, three strikes. Our weapons collided continuously. Although his weapon was heavier than mine, I was able to make him retreat a little each time.
“呯!”
On the twenty-fifth strike, I finally made him lose his grip on the stake. The gap was wide open, and he lost his balance. How could I not make use of such a good opportunity? Stepping, twisting my waist, swinging my arms, and lifting up...
"Ah!"
A bloody scar appeared on his chest from the right to the left. Although there was no blood, he had to rest for at least a week. Seeing this result, the martial arts teacher only nodded and instructed me to continue with today's training. My opponent was led back. As for what he would encounter, that was not something I could understand.
In fact, from this point, it could be seen that slaves and nobles were treated differently. At least the children of nobles and even civilians could have good medical conditions after being injured. Although slaves could also receive medical treatment, it was only some herbs, so I had to do my best to avoid getting injured.
After finishing today's practice, it was time for dinner. As a slave, I couldn't have my own room, so I slept with the other children in a room less than 20 square meters dug out from the mountain. My dinner was naturally there. The dinner tonight was very sumptuous. This was the reward for defeating my opponent. Although the other children were very envious and some were even drooling, no one wanted to snatch it from me or beg me to share it with them. This was because this was the spoils of war. It represented my honor and was protected by everyone.
You could share the spoils of war with others because it was your right, but very few people would accept such sharing, because the glory that was shared was not glory, but humiliation.
After another three years, I no longer worked at the construction site because I had reached the age to enter the arena. Unlike in Rome, the Arena here was used to satisfy the perverted desires of the nobles. It was a real training ground. Not only slaves, but many civilian warriors and even nobles would enter the arena to compete. Of course, as long as you stepped into the Arena, your life would be in the hands of the God of War. Whether you could walk out alive would depend on your strength and luck.
In this country, gladiators had another function, which was to act as a suicide squad on the battlefield. As long as they survived ten battles, they could get rid of the status of slaves and become free people. Perhaps some people would say that participating in ten battles was too easy? Of course not, because as a suicide squad, first of all, you must only charge, because if you were slow, anyone behind you might knock you down or even kill you. Secondly, if they lost the battle, the surviving members of the suicide squad would be executed, regardless of the reason for the defeat. As for the fact that suicide squads would only appear on the battlefield where there were the most enemies and where the battle was the most intense, that was just common sense.
I was very lucky because I participated in three battles and didn't die. This way, I could enjoy the reward of surviving. Logically speaking, as a slave, how could he be rewarded for his job? Gladiators were different from ordinary slaves. Although they had the status of slaves, they were also warriors. They also had their own honor and were respected by everyone, even nobles. Of course, the prerequisite was that you had participated in a battle and survived.
At the end of the first battle, I was given a single room. Although this was only a cave dwelling of about five square meters, and there was no door, only a wooden fence, this place belonged to me. It belonged to my home. The second time, when I returned to my home with a broken bronze sword, covered in blood, I received an iron double-handed sword given to me by the captain. You have to know that many official soldiers do not have iron weapons.
A woman, or rather, a girl. This is what I saw at home when I returned from the battlefield for the third time.
This girl was not very old and should be about my age. She had brown curly hair and blue eyes. Her entire body was wrapped in a piece of animal skin, and it seemed that she was not wearing any clothes. I've heard about this from the veterans. Some strong gladiators have the right to enjoy beauty. This is not only a reward, but it can also allow the tribe to obtain more strong slaves, because these " beauties " are also slaves.
I don't know who my mother is, because after the children of slaves are born, they will be tested and raised together. They don't know who their parents are, and their parents won't know which one is their child. Unless they meet certain conditions, these people will be slaves for the rest of their lives.
Looking at the girl in the cave, I didn't enter. Instead, I stuck my sword in the door and walked to the well. I took off my leather armor and got a bucket of water to wash my body. This was a habit I had after every battle. When I returned home, the girl was still kneeling, but her trembling shoulders told me her fear. I didn't even think about it and directly tore off the beast skin on her body. Although she was very afraid, she didn't scream or struggle. She was very obedient as I pressed her down and pressed her under my body, fulfilling her duty as a woman.
The next day, I woke up as usual. I looked at the woman who was still sleeping beside me. I got up and put on my clothes. I picked up my sword and went to the martial arts field to practice as usual. As for this woman, according to the rules, she would still go back to work during the day and come here again at night until I died in battle, or she became pregnant, or I successfully got rid of my slave status.
Perhaps this was heartless, but this was the rule.
"What's your name?" A month later, before I left, I suddenly asked her.
"Una." the woman replied faintly.
This was the last time she left. Last night was the last time she came here because she was pregnant, and I was going to step onto the battlefield again today. I can't give her or my future child anything, because from now on, I have nothing to do with this woman called Una. Maybe I won't be able to see my own child being born, but so what? It's my child. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, it will definitely live on because it's the continuation of my life.
I've already given you the right to come to this world alive. So, live on tenaciously. As long as you live, there will be hope…
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