The man waved his knife in front of himself and scread, "You Nazis! How can you just stand there and do this to other human beings?!"
Oga's voice was completely unconcerned as he replied, "How do you expect to beco a Hunter if you can't deal with a little light humor like this? What, do you think becoming a Hunter ans you beco an instant life of luxury? Beautiful woman? Designer clothes and a fancy car? You moron!"
Oga pointed a finger toward the depths of the forest. "I've been watching you. You've done nothing but complain since you got here. But when you're deployed in the Black Zone, what exactly are you going to do? Squeal and whine to the zombies that they can't murder you, that it's not fair?!"
The man, still crying, replied, "We've got three years of training to beco soldiers! There's no need to make us suffer and kill each other right now! Your thods are monstrous."
Oga seed to finally lose his patience as he snapped back, "I don't need a weepy little girl like you! I want tough guys, brothers in arms who can hold their own on the battlefield—"
The distraught and humiliated man let out a scream of anger and lunged with his knife at Oga!
In a heartbeat, Oga raised his hand, letting the knife pierce through it all the way to the hilt. A thick stream of red blood imdiately began trickling to the ground, but Oga didn't show a single sign of pain. He simply looked past his attacker and yelled at the candidates, "See that? You must always control your emotions, or they'll gain total control over you."
Then he spun in place with superhuman speed and strength, ripping the knife out of his attacker's grip and slamming the hilt into the forr candidate's head. The force of the blow was so incredible that the young man went flying over fifty ters before crashing back to the ground with a nearly pulverized skull.
Oga turned back to the remaining candidates. He withdrew the knife from his hand, then held it up in the air. The bright blood covering it stead in the frigid air. "So of you may be wondering why let that maggot stab . After all, I'm a Hunter. I could've mitigated the attack any number of ways, including a simple dodge or even grabbing his wrist. However, the wound barely concerns . It'll fully heal within a couple of weeks. But by temporarily sacrificing my hand, I completely neutered my opponent's ability to harm . Moreover, I left my blood on him. That allows to do this—"
Oga hurled the knife into the sky. Instead of falling back down, it instead soared in an arc to fly directly at the man who'd stabbed him! At the very last mont before piercing the attacker's body, the knife froze in midair, as if by magic.
Many candidates were stricken by awe, nearly forgetting their pain and fatigue. Was this what people called the "magic" that Hunters possessed? Moreover, was this really the sort of conviction and determination that Hunters were supposed to have, the willingness to accept a painful injury without flinching, then just continue fighting?
For so of the candidates, this was the first ti they truly understood what it ant to be a Hunter.
Oga said, "You want to beco a superior being like ? Then show you deserve the chance, maggots! Show right here, right now, that you'll sacrifice absolutely everything to seize this opportunity! If, by so miniscule chance, you survive this test and the next... well, my dears, your ordeal will have only just begun! So make your decision. Are you willing to throw your life away to beco a Hunter?!"
There weren't terribly many candidates left by this point.
Even still, about fifty walked silently out of the testing zone.
Though they'd endured the tests up till this point, they'd just kept telling themselves that they could endure the tests in exchange for the life of luxury they were sure awaited them afterward. They simply weren't prepared to deal with whatever madness drove Oga, the madness that now seed necessary to becoming a Hunter.
One candidate muttered to himself as he walked away, "Fuck this. I might as well beco a football player. At least I then won't have to throw away my life fighting zombies or ntally ill people like him..."
"Have fun tonight while you can," Oga called to the survivors. "When morning cos, your little vacation will be over."
The day passed. Night approached. Only three hundred candidates remained.
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