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Introduction

A while ago I released a few chapters of Death Arts Competition and one spinoff. It was supposed to be a dumb plot-less fetish story describing the most interesting moments in the competition. But now I decided that I’ll try to do something little more valuable, with some plot and main characters. Naturally, this can turn out to be crap comparing to “proper” literature, but I don’t aim to be a writer so I don’t really care. Just enjoy as you can.

There might be some copy/pasting from previous version.

Year is 2050. World evolved to be a much crueler place and there are more wars waging. So people are supposed to be as prepared as possible. As a result of that, old-fashioned natural selection is partially back. The purpose of nowadays schools is to teach people how to fight and to improve their stomach for violence.

In Japan that had taken a very specific turn. High schools divide in 2 categories:
1. Military schools. Students are taught how to fight, but many die in simulations.
2. Performers’ schools. Graduates should be able to perform or be victims of cruel and violent activities. This helps strengthen general population’s stomach for violence.

Green Valley Academy is a performers’ high school. Subjects are generally oriented, but biology is extended in ways of torture and vivisection of live students. System in general is little violent, for example there is a club specializing in cooking human women (that old spinoff).

Entertainment had gone so mad that some people themselves wanted to be tortured or killed for the media, or for their own new sick fetish. However, some parts of human nature cannot be removed.

Every year multiple classes of every single performers' school are joined in Death Arts Competition, where they practice violent entertainment. Most of the people don’t like participating because they could die at any time, but that's how they earn a place of a respectable member of the society, and their own honor and pride.

Chapter 1

Dodgeball

WARNING: The following chapter contains excessive violence, and is fully fictional. Any resemblance to reality is a coincidence. Viewer discretion is advised.

First year students have gathered on a huge elliptical arena for the competition. The complex had multiple areas, some filled with grass, others with concrete or mud. Next to it was a building containing of administration and rooms for students. The place they gathered at had a black 1.5 meters tall round base, with basket full of balls next to it. Students in school uniforms wondered what’d be on it.

In rumble of 60 female students from 4 different classes, some worrisomely talked about the competition, but others talked about it so much already they had had to move on normal subjects. There was this one girl who was actually in the 2nd grade, so she had no friends around. Her name was Nori. Her plain hair was brown and reaching the height of her chin, her clothing was boring and nothing special, and her boy-ish face had only a light confident smile.

She was approached by a sweet-mannered girl. A dark brunette, her braided hair barely resting on her shoulder, anxious but optimistic face. She called out to her:
“Excuse me if I’m interrupting. A-are you Kobayashi Nori-senpai?”
“Yup.” She answered happily and indifferently “What do you need from me?”
“Umm… My name is Yoshida Ayumi. You say, if rumors are correct, that one can be really direct with you? Can I be a little direct?”
“Of course. Shoot.”
“Thank you. My friends and I have decided to make decisions together and look after one another, to increase our chances of survival. We would like you to join us. So… Please join us!”
“That’s a good strategy. Helped some people in the past. But... I’d need to ask a favor in return.”
“Anything you like, Kobayashi-senpai.”
“I like being direct, just like you, so I hope you don’t mind. After the competition, I want you to be my girlfriend for a year.”
Ayumi stared and smiled in shock.
“Or a friend with benefits, whatever you like.” Nori continued “This is not middle school anymore so I’m lonely.”
“Umm… Well… That was direct hihihi.” Ayumi scratched herself behind the head “So least you want is something no-strings-attached?”
“That’d be preferable actually.”
“Oh… This is so embarrassing… But I guess that’d be OK. You’re good looking and seem pleasant. I’d prefer if I got to know you better beforehand though, but I can accept it.”
“You need an individual who has some experience and reputation. You know I was one of the winners last year.”
“Yeah… I admit that’s my primary concern. And I will not break my promise to you, not ever! I hope I don’t regret my decision later. Even though I’ll never regret having you help us out! We aren’t really that into it, you know.”
“I know. And I can help you.”
“Great! I hope we get along! Do you want to meet them now?”
“Sure. You should all call me just Nori. I prefer that, even though I don’t care if you refer to me by my last name.”

As they were searching for Ayumi’s group, they continued talking:

“Yeah, sure! We have agreed in the group that we’ll all just call each other by first names so we care more about each other.”
“Do you share points with each other?”
“Umm… Maybe subtly. We must keep our honor or we’ll be main targets of administration.”
“I have already helped people out with subtly sharing the points. But you’re right! If you’re going to trade points, you better trade them properly.”
“Umm… Are you saying administration won’t mind if we do that?”
“No mercy, but trade. They understand not all of you are for this. But no trade using monetary concept! They hate that more than anything.”
“OK. You’ll explain us when we gather. So come on now, meet my friends.”

Then they walked through the crowd to Ayumi’s group. It contained of 6 additional girls, and each of them was a bit anxious at the moment. After all, being a winner of this cruel competition last year, Nori was a little scary for them.

“Umm… Everyone, this is Kobayashi Nori!” Ayumi announced. “Umm… Tell us something about yourself, Nori.”
“Call me just Nori. My interests are delightful and luxury life that I’m going to achieve through professional entertainment. I want to be a famous executioner.”
“Umm… My name is Ayumi, I like food and plant biology. Umm… Introduce yourselves everyone”

First to introduce herself was shortie Aoi, having chin-length dark brown hair and a serious emotionless look oh ner face.
“My name is Akiyama Aoi, I like mathematics and social science. And… That’s it. Nice to meet you, call me Aoi.”
“Yes… I already mentioned Nori she should call us by our first names, without honorifics.” Added Ayumi.

Next one seemed more scared than others, but still very stable. Her hair was neck-length and blonde, her voice quiet and shy.
“I am Yoshida Junko. I… I like… Drawing. I want to be a designer I guess. Or an artist. Nice to meet you!”

Then there was a tanned girl with orange-painted hair, who Nori found very hot. Her hair length was neck-length, wavy with small and many waves. She was short, but strong, with prominent lips that she moved around a lot, probably to deal with stress. ‘She is such a meaty girl!’ Thought Nori.
“I am Momo.” She introduced herself carelessly. ”I like… Clothes. Music. Boys, I have 2 boyfriends, proud of it. I guess I’m very perverted.”

Fourth one had blue-colored hair, third on each side dropping over her ears and the middle section tied in a ponytail. Her voice and gestures were boyish.
“Hi, it’s Nishimura Rika! I like sports and friends. I’m from female football club. Izumi girl next to me is my best friend.”
“I heard about you.” Mentioned Nori. “Apparently, you’re the best there is in the female club.”
“Yup. Nice to meet you!”

The cute blonde with shiny long hair then clung onto Rika. Her skin looked pale and tender, pinkish at some areas, but not sensitive in any way. Her voice was soft and sweet.
“My name is Izumi. I love my best friend Rika, and all of my friends! I like tasty food and want to be a cook. I’m OK with cooking even people, I just dont like me or Rika participating in these competitions. Nice to meet you!”
“I like modern violence in general.” Simply added Momo. ‘Cool girl’, thought Nori.

The last one was just sweet. Small, looked like a middle schooler, and innocently smiled all the time. Her eyes were big and blue, her hair pink-colored neck-length, similar hairstyle to Rika, only less sophisticated and more freestyle.
“I am Saki.” She spoke with horase but sweet voice. Ayumi continued introducing Saki.
“Saki is generally a sweetie. For example…” she then started gently scratching her hair from the side as Saki acted like an enjoying pet “You can pet her like this or ask her for a hug. She doesn’t talk much.”
“Saki’s dad is a policeman.” Interrupted Momo. “He taught her how to fight like a policeman. Don’t mess with her. And remember, you can do only cute stuff, not perverted stuff!”
“You do perverted stuff, I smack you.” Added Saki with a smile.

Now that they all introduced themselves to their adviser and new friend, it is time for small talk. 10 minutes later a guy climbed the round stage holding a microphone. He was a 30-year-old cold man with blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“First graders, welcome to your first Death Arts Competition!” He spoke, and complete silence intestified:

“My name is Yamata Saito and I will be your announcer. I am your link to Green Valley DAC Council, so anything you want to know you should ask me. Don’t try to contact the council, ever! Now, no reason to take your time with boring speeches, I’ll explain what will be going on in here.

In the bus you’ve been given envelopes. Be careful not to lose them! In these envelopes you’ll receive point tickets. Each one will be for specific performance and role and give different number of points. You will not be informed about how much each one brings! As performers you need to learn how to handle anticipation and you need to do your best at all times. Performances will be done at least once a day. There will be all combinations: against one another, survival etc. But most importantly, some will be deadly! Others will leave injuries, and some will have you in the hospital for a week or 2. That is also bad because you cannot collect points in the meantime! However, we can fix almost anything in 2050, including damaged nerves.

By points, we will divide remaining living students in top half and bottom half. A student from bottom half will be chosen randomly to participate in a ‘special performance.’ These are probably the most painful things that will happen to you, unless you’re competition losers. Some will be deadly, others not. Some will turn you into decoration until the end of the competition, meaning you can’t participate anymore, but it also has the devil’s side so don’t look forward to these.

After the competition, top 3 students will perform on annual school festival being executioners, and 3 random people from the bottom quarter will be the victims. Are there any questions?”

Then somebody in the crowd asked:
“How many people are going to die?”
“If everything goes well” he answered “10-15 fatalities. They will be replaced with failures from military schools”
“How long are we going to stay here?”
“8 weeks. Any other questions?”

Nobody asked a question during next 5 seconds so he continued:
“If you have any questions later, my cabinet is by the main entrance to the stage. Now here is something very important. Some of you looked forward to being the performers and are willing to try out in executions. Some of you would love to be the victims and losers, and will probably not do anything, though I warn you that everybody change their minds halfway to death. But for most of you this is just a bother. You don’t want to be here, or should I say you don’t want to be the ones in danger. However, you must go through this! While taking care of our overcrowded population, in performers’ schools we need to filter out those who can neither be proper executioners, nor be proper victims. Thus choice for special performances and losers will not be completely random, even if I say you were chosen randomly.

You may feel proud to grow up more and more with each competition, but you don’t want to die. So let me get to the point. Listen very carefully. You cannot escape! If you think you will die, you can run all you want, you’ll never escape the complex. Even if you did, you’d be caught outside. That way you can get yourselves reserved for total loss. So just accept your potentially fatal fate and endure it with honor! Don’t embarrass yourselves! In performers’ world, even though most of you will do other jobs, only quality dominators and obedient submissives are respected! So, if you might die, die respectably!”

That wasn’t that much of a problem though. Human nature always prevails, but after all they’ve seen, these students aren’t afraid of death as much as they would be 50 years ago.

“There are cameras everywhere except in your rooms. You will be live on TV, because that’s how we finance this thing. Now, we realized it’s best to just bump you with a demonstration on the first day. This game will get twice as many points as it normally would. Do we have a volunteer?”

“Why would we volunteer when we don’t know what that is” complained Momo.
“Get used to it.” Responded Nori. Momo looked at her in confusion. But apparently, that’s how it would always be.

“Sensei! What will it be?” Somebody asked.
“We will be somewhat secretive with performances, especially specials.” Said Yamata “For the same reason why we don’t tell you how many points each thing brings. But I will tell you now it’s not lethal today. If everything goes well.”

Ayumi was going to volunteer, but she couldn’t raise her hand. She’s brave, or at least she tries to be. But the moment she got herself to start rising her hand, somebody from behind already did that. It was emotionlessly-looking Fukui Asuka, a long-haired brunette that reminded of a plain model from a girls’ magazine.

“Fukui-san is it? Climb this stage and stand on the circle in the middle.”

In tension she climbed the stage by the stairs that were on its side, spot a separated round ground in the middle, and stood on it. She had to get her feet together to fit. Yamata-san then continued:
“On the front part of the page you see controls. You can use these for practice on this stage. And… They are very intuitive. Here it says ‘Column Up’, ‘Column Down’, ‘Cover Up’ etc. Oh, I almost forgot. Medic, inject Fukui-san!”

Medic then climbed up the stage with an injection. While he was preparing to inject Asuka, Yamata-san explained:
“When people are in pain and shock, they can pass out, die, or some of their senses may shut down. This injection prevents that from happening. One of the many substances that soldiers take before battle. You will be taking the same substance as pills every morning, but for today we are giving an injection.”

The injection slightly cheered Asuka up. It was kind of like coffee, but something you’d get used to after a while. Of course tension intensified when Yamato pushed the button and the separate ground started rising up, turning out to be a pillar. In 30 seconds the movement stopped and the pillar was tall like a 3-floor building. Asuka was worried she might fall off as she barely fit the top.

“Now we remove cover and uncover what’s below. It can be anything!”

Yamata-san pushed the button and the large floor withdrew to the outside of the stage, probably reaching below afterwards. It uncovered a thick crowd of huge silver needles.

“Oh my God, is she supposed to fall on these?” Asked Ayumi in amazement.

“From when I push the Start button,” said Yamato while pushing it, “Fukui-san will no longer be allowed to reach down to help her balance, or the pillar will swipe her off. If she falls down, needles pierce her meat, everything but her vital veins, because it contains recognition mechanism for a human body. If she doesn’t get off in 15 seconds, they start spinning. In case needles dig into your bones, don’t scream for help! You are not allowed to get one until you’re off. Whenever these needles are the trick, everybody eventually get off the stage.”

“Doesn’t sound that bad.” Said Izumi “But I guess this is just the beginning.”
“Oh, it is pretty bad and scary.” Said Nori. ”It’s a huge shock, hurts like hell and pierces even eyes. Takes up to 6 days in infirmary to connect all the tiny nerves. You can’t collect points meanwhile.”
“Poor Fukui-san…”
“Nah. These usually get people more serious if done on the first day.”

“We call this one Dodgeball!” Yamata announced. “We need 3 people to throw balls at her. Points are still doubled.”

3 girls from basketball club volunteered, and 2 from football club. Yamata took 2 basketball girls and 1 football girl.

“The rules. You target her. Every time you hit her and she doesn’t catch the ball, you collect points. That can happen up to 5 times. If she catches the ball, you’re out and she gets the points, much more points than you. If you miss 5 consecutive times, you’re out. If that happens with all players, target is swiped down. And if you make her fall down, your points are doubled. If multiple balls hit her the moment before she falls, only first one counts. Begin!”

The attackers then took balls from the large basket and thought where they should go and how they should aim. Other students had to move away and give them room. First few balls missed and Asuka was scared nonetheless. ‘Oh no, I can’t catch these balls standing in one place…’ She thought.
After several throws ball finally hit her, and she didn’t catch it. She realized she must give her all to catch them. After all, she either eliminates all the attackers, or fall down. In attempts to catch the ball one girl already made 2 hits, other two 1 hit. But then all of the sudden Asuka caught a ball, to her own surprise. As she got distracted for a second, the first girl was getting a third hit, when Asuka lost the balance started falling.

Confused screams were heard as she was falling, but then sudden silence when she hit the needles. She literally sank into the needle ground by all the meat she had on the front of her body. She could be deemed dead if after 2 seconds she didn’t start screaming loudly.

“Get off there, Asuka!” Her friend, who traveled all the way to the front in the meantime, was worried about her.

Asuka started lifting her torso slowly, which was the fastest she could due to all the pain. You could see the needles pulling her breasts as they were exiting them. When she was off, drops of blood started filling her T-Shirt. Then she had to life the head. It seemed as if the needles entered her skull, although they actually lowered around her eyes to help damage her eyes and hot her skull. She couldn’t see, and her eyelids were bloody red. ‘What do I do now?’ She thought, as it’d seem impossible to get up like this, especially with needles in her wrists and joints. And the time was up! Needles started rotating as she started screaming again, rotation tearing her nerves and entering her ligaments more deeply.

“Roll!” Nori shouted “Roll by vertical axis!”

After all these long seconds of panic, Asuka was naturally capable of performing sudden movement. She did her best to roll and roll and roll until she reached the edge. Her whole body hurt when she dropped off stage, and her friend Hanayo could finally attend to her. But then medics came too to take her to the infirmary.
Our girls were shocked, which was most visible on Izumi, Rika and Ayumi. Ayumi put on a sour smile, and Nori perceived it as an everyday event.

After 30 more seconds Yamata asked for some silence:
“This time recovery will take 6 days because tiny nerves need to be reconnected. But not to disappoint Fukua-san, and to help you all adapt, tomorrow you will all have your turn to be attackers and targets. Before that you’ll practice on sponge or something similar.
Now, about points. Watch out nobody steals them! Envelopes are bugged, but point tickets aren’t. You can trade points for anything but money, luxury, and for free! Technically, you can do that, but school administration will be angry! Any more questions?”

“Yeah… Sensei! I’m sorry if I’m prying, but why can’t we start practicing today?”
“Because falling can be deadly by default. Just before you hit the ground, your heart stops or breaks or… something… That’s why you need these pills. Breakfast will be at 8 and that’s when you’ll take your pill. If somebody doesn’t take the pill or steals a pill, they lose points.”

Since there were no more questions, Yamato showed them to their rooms. Or rather apartments! Rooms were for 4 people and as in a 4-star hotel. Momo, Rika, Izumi and Saki took one room, and Ayumi, Nori, Junko and Aoi took the other. After they all settled, Momo and Saki went to visit the other room.

“What’s up? You’re still in your uniform.” Mentioned Momo when she saw Ayumi resting on a couch and Nori on the bed.
“This is so comfy…” Said Ayumi dazing away.
“Then you haven’t tried the beds yet. Why are you not on your computers? Those lovebirds just can’t get off them right now.”
“Uh? We have computers?”
“Ayumi… It’s on the table…”
“Wow! Gotta see it!” She shouted as she jumped off the sofa and to the desk.
“Amazing! Just how did I miss this?”
“Perhaps you were too stressed from today’s performance.”
“Umm… I guess…”
Then Nori jumped in the conversation:
“The rooms are completely stress-relieving. You have anything you need to relax you after everyday events.”
Momo didn’t know how to comment on that. And Ayumi didn’t hear anything waiting for her computer to turn on.
“You look cute, Momo.” Mentioned Nori. “Pretty crazy clothes they are.”
“Yea.” She replied. “I hate school uniform so I usually wear things like this.”
She wore tight ripped jeans and dark-dark-gray t-shirt with plenty of pink frets saying something in English. She had a wristband and a few pendants around her waist.
“When will we see the rest of you in everyday clothes?” Implied Momo.
“I dunno… Later maybe…” Said Ayumi.

After a few more minutes of Momo walking around the apartment, finding Aoi and Junko lying on the bed exhausted from shock and looking at what Ayumi’s been doing with her laptop, she went back to her room to find Izumi sitting in Riko’s lap watching an anime online. ‘Geez… I can’t just laze around like the rest of you', she thought. That’s not the way she deals with stress. So she went to socialize with other girls, even though she ended up texting with her boyfriends until 8 pm. Weird Saki was with her all the time, not saying anything. Eventually she leaned onto Momo who would pet her hair while she was waiting for her boyfriends’ replies. They were from another school where they have more time, so DAC was in different time of year for them.

At 8 was dinner and at 10 they were forbidden from exiting their rooms. Call it bedtime. Girls were kind-of scared, all except Nori, but there was nothing they could do about it. Momo was even slightly looking forward to having all those interesting torturous experiences, even though she wasn’t sure about it.