Kidd was aware of this purple energy as it was one of the energies floating in the space everywhere. However, its concentration in the air was too thin to the point of almost being insignificant.
'This Johan can actually use this kind of energy? Interesting...'
At this moment, Caleb didn't know that someone saw a glimpse of his power. However, he felt Kidd's gaze linger on him for a few seconds. 'Why is this guy looking at me as if I'm some kind of alien?' So he decided to ask Kidd.
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Kidd shook his head and gave Johan a deep look. "Nothing."
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
A loud, resounding clap echoed throughout the room, which forcibly took the attention of the teenagers.
David smiled when he saw everyone looked at him, so he also looked at everyone and reorganized his thoughts before saying:
"Well, it seems everyone is getting along with each other. Now that you know your respective teams. It's time to end this shit and announce that all of you would be living in a wooden house far away from the main base. Each team would be assigned one. There would be a leader who will assign tasks to you and train you once you pass their tests. Now, any violent reactions or questions?"
'Hmm... Separate house? I wonder how strong the leader they would assign to us.' Caleb caressed his chin in deep thought.
"Captain, are the wooden houses still located within the Wall?"
David looked at the one who asked with a black line on his face. "What kind of stupid question is that? Do you think we would send you to your deaths unnecessarily? Of course, the wooden houses would be located within the walls. However, they are scattered on the outskirts of the city. There might not be Apokalips, but you might encounter wild beasts. And if you die in their mouths, that means you are not qualified."
"There's a risk of death joining the scout!? Isn't that illegal? You guys should be responsible for our lives!" a rather flimsy teenager shouted in anger.
"Ahmmm... Are you my members? Sorry for making you all wait. Team Seven, right?"
The teenagers turned around only to see a man. They knew it was the one they were waiting for.
This individual possesses a unique and recognizable set of facial features. His eyes are the most striking aspect of his face, covered by a headband or mask. His eyes are dark and sharp, exuding wisdom and experience. He carries an air of mystery as if he holds hidden knowledge.
His hair is distinctive, silver-white, and it falls over his forehead, obscuring one of his eyes. The visible eye is calm and composed, with a hint of laziness. A single, horizontal scar runs through his eye, adding to his enigmatic appearance.
His nose is straight and unremarkable, blending seamlessly with the rest of his face. A hint of stubble or a small amount of facial hair is sometimes visible on his chin and upper lip, suggesting a rugged quality.
He dons a distinctive and iconic outfit that leaves a lasting impression. His upper body attire consists of a fitted, dark-colored vest or jacket with a high collar. The vest or jacket is adorned with an array of pouches, straps, and pockets, giving him a utilitarian and practical appearance. A forehead protector, displaying a fang symbol, is securely fastened to his headband as if serving as a symbol of his affiliation.
Underneath the vest or jacket, he wears a form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that complements the overall dark color scheme. The shirt is designed for ease of movement and practicality, making it suitable for various situations, including combat.
His arms are covered with protective arm guards, adding a layer of defense to his outfit. These arm guards are equipped with straps and buckles, ensuring a secure fit and providing additional functionality.
Around his waist, he wears a sturdy belt that serves both as a practical accessory and a means to carry essential tools and weaponry. The belt is equipped with pouches and holsters, allowing quick access to various items when needed.
Completing his upper body ensemble, he wears fingerless gloves that provide dexterity and grip. These gloves are both functional and stylish, adding to his overall appearance.
'Cool...'
Caleb suddenly felt a little lethargic with the latter's presence.
Kazuto, on the other hand, stared at their supposed leader with surprise. 'A Tier 8 Destiny. Didn't expect our leader would be an 8th Seat Officer whilst others are only 9th Seats.'