SEVENTY-NINE: The Few

SEVENTY-NINE: The Few

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Alden stretched out on the bench where he'd planted himself after his interview had ended. The weather outside was pleasant enough, and it seemed like a good place to decompress and kill time. This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

He turned his thoughts toward his priority contact list, and it appeared. His attention lingered on Boe's name at the top for a few seconds. Boe would have had so much to say about his magic, the interview, and all the people he'd met today. The more time passed without hearing from him, the more Alden dwelled on random details of their last few days together, as if they had some special significance.

He was upset about me moving away and leaving him behind. He said so. He hardly ever admits stuff like that. But then he turned the conversation right back to what was going on with me, and I let him. Then Skiff was watching the consulate, and we were researching powers, and Hannah's funeral...

It had all happened in a couple of days. Those couple of days had been insane, and the insanity had all centered on Alden. It would have calmed down, if things had gone the way they expected. Alden would have gotten his head on straight after coming back from LeafSong, and he wouldn't have just brushed past the fact that becoming Avowed meant leaving his oldest friend behind for good.

What if that was the last time...?

He threw the thought as far away from himself as he could and selected Jeremy's name from the contact list like it was a lifeline.

"Hey!" Jeremy said as soon as the call connected. "How'd it go, man?" He was in the backseat of his dads car. His family was taking a trip this weekend, and his older sister, Sarah, was leaning over in her seat to see Aldens face on the cell phone screen. It was an eternal morning, said Alden. An S-rank Ground Shaper from Manila gave me a flower, and we had our first ever fistfights together. I ran around a track in every possible way you could imagine except for normal running. I met a lot of people, fought some of them with an umbrella. I had an interview with some superheroes. All Jeremys done today is drop a fried chicken sandwich on the floor of the car and then eat it anyway, Sarah informed Alden. What else was I going to do? Let good food go to waste? There was hair on it! There was not. And even if there was, it probably belonged to someone related to me. So it doesnt count. Gross. Family germs arent real germs, Jeremy said. Tell her, Alden. Aldens got class. Hes not going to agree with that.

If you agree not to disclose the final question, choose I Agree.] Alden was surprised. But he was just about the only one. Except for Maricel, whose brows had lifted, the others were still chewing on their waffles and talking about other things while they made scrolling motions in the air. Maricel shrugged at him. Alden selected the I Agree option, and the final question appeared:

[During todays combat assessment, injury realism was set to 40-75%, depending on the severity and nature of the injuries received. Students accepted into the Superhuman Studies and Talent Development program here at Celena North High will sometimes be expected to train with minimal or no realism reduction. In the future, combat training may also involve encountering talents that were off-limits on the gym floor today. This includes, but is not limited to, mental manipulation . If you wish to pause your application, you may. If you choose, you may return during a future admissions cycle with no need to redo the written application or pass the first two interview stages. Do you still wish to be considered for admission today?] [Yes/No]

Its meant to be a shock, Alden realized. Finding out that the injuries that felt so real werent as bad as they should have been. The lighter punches and kicks, at least, were most likely close to realism, and it was the things like broken bones, eviscerations, and burns that had been heavily reduced. It makes sense that the pain reduction is a feature of the gym. You need to be able to give the fights consequence and keep people from getting sloppy, but too much pain would just mess everyones heads up. Oh, not just pain either. Realism. Alden had thought he heard something in his arm snap when the S-rank speedster hit him earlier. So the gym must be capable of much more disturbing effects when the faculty wanted it to be. He clicked yes. He didnt feel any hesitation about the surprise question. And even if everyone here thought he stank, he still wanted to get into their school, so what else was there to do? Its not like there are Artonan-made combat gyms to practice your powers in all over the island. When he was finished, he looked across the table. Maricel was still biting her lip. She hadnt made her decision yet. Whoa, one of Kons friends said. That whole table is clearing out. He was gesturing toward a group of other applicants sitting in front of the cafeteria mini-restaurant that served French food. Alden had been glancing at them from time to time because Max was sitting there. It looks like theyre all Bs. They probably got destroyed in some of their duels, so I guess if they didnt know it wasnt completely realistic a girl said. > someone else protested. > Maybe shes still upset about getting B. She was expecting a higher rank. Maybe, said Kon, watching the people leaving the cafeteria. But that Adjuster has been nudging the other Bs to quit all day. What Adjuster? The one guy whos still sitting at the table. His name is Max, said Alden. You know him? Kon asked. No. I just met him earlier. We had our running test together. How do you nudge someone to quit after they spent months applying? someone asked. He seemsI dont know how to put it. Kon frowned. Hes cutthroat friendly? And really good at making people mad when he wants to be, too. He suggested to a big group this morning that offering everyone the chance to leave combat assessment early could be the schools way of seeing if we had a reasonable sense of our own limitations, Alden said. Everyone exchanged looks. Im impressed, one girl said. That sounds surprisingly legit. Even if its wrong. > Its not his first time doing this, so he definitely knew, said Alden. Well, hes evil. Is there a school for villains? What a jerk! You guys all know how everything here works, and its not like you tried to give those of us who dont a heads-up, thought Alden. All day long, the locals and the returnees had had little advantages over the newcomers. Theres a difference but not much of one. Alden thought Maxs strategy was cutthroat, as Kon had said. Definitely not sportsmanlike. But he wasnt quite willing to call it evil without further evidence. Even the suggestion about quitting after a single duel was just one-upping the schools own lie. The school gives people an excuse to take the easy way out. Max makes it even easier for them to do it. The people who really want to prove themselves or test their strength stick around anyway, said a Sky Shaper wearing a dark blue pantsuit. She sat so straight in her seat that it felt like a condemnation of all the slouchers at the table. Deceitful suggestions arent going to knock you out of the running if you were serious to begin with. I was just watching him because I was trying to check out all of the Adjusters, said Kon. And then I realized he was winning duels by goading people into kill-shotting him Hey! Hes that guy. I saw that. A spear right to the chest. Ow. I was petrified theyd pair him with Lexi, Kon concluded. I texted him so many warnings. People who allow themselves to be goaded into kill-shotting arent serious candidates either, said the girl. > All of us who've chosen to be here today are trying to become heroes, Vandy said in a surprised tone. What kind of hero would throw a spear through someones chest because they said something annoying? A few people shifted in their seats. A boy rolled his eyes. At least we wont have to worry about him. Hes just a B. Sometimes they dont even pick any. By my powers, Im so nervous now that I know theyre doing the final judging, the Meister beside Maricel said. She shoved her half-eaten waffle aside and pressed her forehead to the table. By my powers was the dorkiest bit of Avowed lingo Alden had learned so far. Hed heard a couple of these guys say it. He wondered if it sounded cooler in other languages. It does feel like were waiting for them to decide our whole futures. > Can I have your waffle if youre really too nervous to eat it, Tuyet? You know, statisticallya lot of us wont get in, one of the guys said slowly. Theyre going to accept forty to fifty students today. If all of us got in, wed be a quarter of the whole group. Lets be a quarter of the group! How many people are left anyway? > So many of the repeaters got cut during their interviews. I saw some people crying and having talks with the faculty during combat. Im sure they left. Yeah, plenty of them balked as soon as it was time to duel. Dominic from my class shook his head and said, I think I made a mistake, and walked out. It was worse than I thought it would be. Youve been training for six months, Justine. What did you have to be scared of? You think having people run at you with swords stops being scary because Ive trained more than them? Maricel texted Alden, [I said yes to the question. Did you?] He nodded. [Most of them are so confident,] she said. [They are. Its interesting to listen to them, though.] [Do you think it will be mostly people like these, who grew up here, who get in?] He was surprised she didnt know that already. [It will be. So many high-ranking Avowed are born here. And you see how much prep time theyve had compared to us.] He did think this group was being too optimistic about their chances in general, though. A lot of candidates had left, but there wereplenty who hadnt. It would be surprising if this whole friend cluster was accepted. The afternoon wore on. Most of the food places closed to prep for dinner, and Cafeteria North cleared out except for current students occasionally wandering through to grab something from the 24/7 snack shop. Maricel started up a quiet conversation with Tuyet. Alden wondered if it was his imagination or if she was smiling more than she had been earlier. Among the other hopefuls, the energy was turning anxious. I heard one time they left people waiting so long that they didnt get home until the next day. Thats just a rumor. Ill die. > We could go for a run to blow off steam? Brutes can go for a run. The rest of us are tired from fighting you monsters. We could do tricks with our powers? Weve already showed off all our tricks at school, havent we? Alden, just preserve us all, so we can timeskip to the good part of the day, Kon said suddenly. Silence fell. Alden had been resting his head on his arms, trying to plan out how to maximize the next couple of months so that hed be in better shape to try again next time after the school rejected him. At Kons words, he looked up. Everyone was staring at him as if surprised to find him sitting among them. Yeah, hi. Im still here. My legs hurt too much, he said to Kon. They made me hop around the track like a frog. Backwards. I dont want to haul your heavy asses around for hours. Kon grinned. I think Ive found a pure extrovert. How can he not be tired of interaction after getting this much of it? Wait, does the Rabbit control time? another guy demanded. Because if the Rabbit controls time, you should have opened with that when you introduced him. Instead of saying, He makes a shieldbrella. I dont control time. Instructor Plim would not shut up about the fact that you might control time, Kon said. I spent ages with her today. Shes a fan. I think shes a fan of weirdos in general. Yeah, were her favorites, but Does Alfred control time or not?! No, said Alden. My skill just prevents time from having an effect on things Im carrying. I think. If he really dug into it, he had to start asking himself questions like What is time? And then his brain would break. No wonder, Kon. The guy looked from him to Alden. You know he wants his ultimate spell path to be something temporal? Since hes trailblazing it, nobody knows what the System is going to offer him when he levels. Probably, hes an overpowered repairman. Go bite your mother. Its pure time control. Your object reading skill could be a hub instead of a launchpad. Maybe your next spells are something that make use of it in a completely different Time. Control. And they wouldnt share time travel with anyone else.>> Just accept the fact that they arent stupid enough to accidentally give human kids a universe-breaking ability. Kon was ignoring them. When I become the master of time, Im going to call myself Kontempus, he said to Alden. With a K. So you have to pick a different superhero name for yourself. Alden smiled. How did you know I wanted that one? Ive got a message from the school!! someone screamed from all the way across the cobblestone square. It happened at the exact same moment that Aldens own message notification flashed. A few people squealed or swore, surprised despite the fact that this was what theyd all been waiting for, but most of them fell silent. I cant open it. What if you all get in, and I dont? Tuyet whispered. Well, its on your interface, so its not like we can open it for you, another girl snapped, suddenly irritable. All around Alden, people were freezing or taking deep breaths. They were reaching up with shaking fingers to open their messages. To start with, he watched them instead of opening his own. Ten seconds later, almost every face underwent a massive change. Smiles fell. The boy whod just been teasing Kon stood and stalked away. I didntI didnt get in, a girl said, her lips trembling. My whole family went to this school! And I didnt get in. She burst into tears, and her friend did the same a moment later. They hugged each other. Alden looked at Maricel. Her jaw was set. She nodded once. In other parts of the room, people were crying, running away from their tables, or in a few cases, shouting with glee. A boy with a bright blue mohawk jumped into the fountain at the center of the square and ripped his t-shirt in half from the neck down. Jeffy got in! he bellowed. Did any of us get in? A girl with a long ponytail was looking around the joined tables. Did we all fail? I've been admitted, said Vandy. The Sky Shaper stood up. Im going to go tell that boy to get out of the fountain. Theres a sign that says not to do that. Only Vandy? said Ponytail, watching the other girl jog toward the fountain. I know shes an S, butRodrigo, did you? He shook his head. Yasmin? Yasmin cried harder. II got in, said Tuyet, looking stunned. I got in. You guys! I got in! I can go to school with all of you Alden winced. We didnt get in! Only you and Vandy! Tuyets face fell. I got in, Kon said quietly from his seat beside Alden. Despite seeming relaxed enough up until now, he looked very relieved. Your power doesnt even do anything though, one of the others muttered. Kon raised his eyebrows. Well its true, butsorry. Im going to go. I need to think. He stood up quickly and left. Howd everyone else do? Kon asked. Nobody answered. I got in, Maricel said after the silence had stretched so long that it became awkward. They only took the Ss. Its not fair. They had to know better. CNH didnt only take Ss. They had the advantage, but there were more As in the program than there were representatives of the highest rank. It just hadnt worked out that way for this particular clique. Alden finally opened his own message and read it, already knowing what it would say

[Dear Alden, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Celena Norths preparatory program, as a Y1Q2 student in the School for Superhuman Studies and Talent Development. Congratulations! Please proceed]

What? Thats not what its supposed to say. He read it again. They let me in. Excitement ran through him, but it was slightly tainted by confusion. I did it! I guess? Even though Instructor Klein said I was a waste of timethatsI think I might have misunderstood something. The sound of a chair scraping loudly on the floor broke his concentration. Youre just leaving while Yasmins crying? Yeah, Kon said, giving all of his friends an apologetic look. The acceptance letter says were supposed to meet some of the faculty and the other people who got accepted in half an hour, so Maricel and Tuyet had just shoved their chairs back. Alden stood up. Wait, did you get in, too? Kon asked. I did. Maricel let out a relieved sigh. That was nice of her. Everyone else was staring. After a second, Kon broke into a smile. Thats great! That Max guy just blew heaven a kiss and left looking like he was walking on clouds, so I knew he was in. And the number of B slots are so limitedyoure probably the only other one this time. Way to go! Thanks, said Alden.

He could feel himself smiling. Hed dreamed of going to this school for years. And it had been such an unattainable dream. And now it was happening. It was a little too thrilling for him not to feel thrilled.

Despite an undercurrent of disappointment. They half-assed my interview, but it wasnt because I was pre-rejected. It was because I was pre-accepted. No reason to traumatize and grill the moon victim whos already got his foot in the door. Damn it. Neha was right. Its a good thing, too, but But hed tried really hard. Hed spent twenty hours on the stupid essay. Hed been training with Bobby as much as she would let him. He hadnt chickened out during their combat assessment. Ive been doing my best. I wanted it to matter more. He would just have to make it matter. He was here to train his powers and get stronger. He would do that. Kon clapped him on the shoulder as he pushed his chair back under the table, and Alden smiled at him. Guess were classmates. They headed toward one of the exit alleys. What Q did you get? Kon asked. Quarter 1, said Maricel. 2, said Alden and Tuyet. Nice. Im 2 as well. So weve all pretty much got the same amount of High ahead of us. Before we hit uni together. And thenthe world! Maricel blinked. Were going to be classmates for a long time. Its going to be epic, said Kon. Lets go shake hands with the principal and make our best first first-year impressions!