Does power level matter

A mentor, why?

its my 16th birthday or at least i think it is, anyway at the age of 16 you can register for the tournament so i started to travel to the capital, its a 2 day trip by foot and that's the only way i had to travel so.

during the travel i learned a lot more than i thought i would've. i learned how to hunt cook and that there are giant fucking crickets everywhere, anyway by the time i got to the capital i had passed out in front of the gate.

when i woke up i was immediately surprised by my surroundings, it was the tournament registration area. i got up from my bench and went to the desk.

"state your business" the old lady told me as soon as i got there

"u-uh i want to register for the tournament" i told her and that' s when she looked up from her book and shook her head

"power level" she stated which is weird i thought it'd be a question

"100" i said getting the attention of others and i showed the desk lady my wrist

"hah are you suicidal kid, get out of here. go back where you belong" she said hysterical

"no i'm being serious" i said over her laughter "i'm going to win and never go back to the slums. that or ill die, i'm fine with either"

the lady sighed "if you win this tournament you'll be placed in the country and will work the farms for 2 silver a day, you will be given a plot of land and new seed every year, are you sure you want to go though with this there's no backing out after you sign your name"

i quickly sign my name on the paper fast enough to get a paper cut.

she took the paper and told me that in 1 month the qualifiers will be held.then she gave me a key and a card with numbers on it "go find your room" she told me and i was off.

it took a while but i found my room, it was pure white which caught me off guard. after getting adjusted to the brightness i went and took a shower, when i get out a towel and new clothes were there, just there. i hadn't brought any and they definitely weren't mine, so i did the only sensible thing. i sad in a towel as i washed my original clothes and the got dressed and went to bed. to be honest i wanted to go explore but i was way too tired still even after the nap

after a month i had explored the main parts of the capital keeping secret that i was from the slums, and after a month i find myself waiting for my inevitable death. the guy they put me up against was jacked like 300lbs jacked and tall, well i'm only 5'5 but he was tall. and his power level was 2000 way higher than mine and now as the bell rings i play out everything in my head but nothing goes as planned

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as we stand face to face checking each other out i make the first move dashing forward and cutting open his side and then his back, i use my small size and his huge to my advantage ducking and dodging any blows he tries to get at me with and cutting him the the process.

i had done this a million times but i couldn't get a fatal cut in, only little cuts that make him angry and go more on the offense which is what i wanted, the angrier he got the less he protected his vitals and that's when. 

i got him.

he raised his fist into the air and slammed it down as i jumped out of the way i jammed my knife into his neck  and then slashed cutting his head clean off. i had won this battle with no scratches, no damage. nothing, hows that for your stupid power level.

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or that,s how i thought it would go, when i tried the first part og my plan the blade didnt pierce his skin which caught me off guard and then i blacked out for a second. when i woke back up the world was spinning, or was i spinning. i felt something on my ankle and kicked it, then i went flying into the wall of the stadium. 

my feet unsteady, my vision blurry, and my arm definitely broken, i hang my head ready for death until. 

'duck' that's all i heard and my legs followed, i fell to my knees and a giant fireball had just missed my head. 

"what the fuck" i say to myself 

'move' and i get pulled left out of the way of another fireball but it burnt my shoulder and i hissed in pain although i was drunk on adrenaline a burn always hurts.

'why wont you listen to me' i jumped up and started running

maybe because you're a weird fucking voice in my head and now i look crazy" i spoke

"not only are you stubborn but you also talk to yourself, why is my prey some weird child from the slums" the giant guy said as he shot another fireball i had narrowly dodged this one 

'look ill explain after you win just fucking listen to me, right now you have access to water magic dont question it just shoot back'

"but with my power level it wont do anything" i responded to the voice in my head yet again

'just trust me' so i did, i don't know why but looking back on it im glad i did

as the buff dude shot another fireball at me i shot back 4 small water balls the size of water balloons and it created a big smoke screen.

'run in ill guide you' hey it worked last time, i ran into the smoke screen and what to place after that was not pretty, if it weren't for the voice i would've died. but i didn't somehow my blade was able to pierce his skin and after about another half hour i won, and soon after i won i collapsed onto the floor. i woke up in the infirmary and there the voice was again.

'you ever wonder what death would look like'

"no why do you ask"

'well its because this is my afterlife, stuck in some stupid knife making sure some stupid kid doesn't die'

"sounds kinda mentorish yaknow without the you being dead part"

'oh does it now. you think this is funny'

"eh whatever uh why didn't you talk to me before the fight?"

'because the contact wasn't completed yet'

"huh what contact you said you'd explain everything"

'fine, ok so your parents killed me with this blade of course after i told them to, when they did my soul was trapped in this bloody knife. because of this your parents talked me into looking after you, they still cared. i only accepted because a favor for a favor then they put a contact seal on me and shipped me off to see you before they died. there happy'

"huh so you're like my god father or something'

'yeah now get some rest kid its midnight'

and with his weird parent like sentence i went to sleep