I will strive beyond this cursed bloodline!

Chapter 22: About Heroes and Villains, super and otherwise



The classroom, it felt like an eternity since she was last here. Even if it was just a day ago or so.

So many things happened since her last class after all.

She found her true powered skill, she found a good Magical Girl outfit.

And more importantly, she found out the tier she was expected to have was...higher than she wished for.

So now she sat in the classroom, wondering what to do about that.

Wondering what to do, since being a background character wasn't on the list anymore.

That ruined most of her plans to laze around during school, so should she aim for a top scorer again?

It was a good way to keep the aloof persona and to use her "Study hours" to sleep in the private rooms in the library.

But perhaps they wouldn't give those rooms...

She got access to meditation rooms on the magical side though...

Maybe they could get a few of those on the powered side too?

"Greeting students" came a voice she didn't recognize as the crazed old man.

It was...A gentleman?
 
He couldn't be described in any other way than that. He was dressed in a classic suit from the old British empire. One tailored from high-quality materials even. It was well-ironed since the crease was well-defined and straight as possible. She wondered how was he walking around without messing that. And perhaps she could ask for advice on that since she somedays struggled with the creases on her clothing.
 
Still, she was wondering more about how that unassuming man had managed to infiltrate so deep into the school. Perhaps he was another teacher?
 
She didn't feel anything from him, unlike with the crazy old man that she could feel some kind of pressure.
 
"My name is...not relevant since almost none of you are paying attention I guess." Said this man nonchalantly.
 
How... Odd...
 
"But I'm here to tell you that in your tier assignment..." And at this point, this mysterious unnamed man made a dramatic stop.
 
By now most of the other students had taken notice of this man too, so that pause served its purpose.
 
"You failed the first semester. Most of you anyway." And so the whole class made a ruckus.
 
At this point, the blonde girl was now wary of this unknown man.
 
"WHAT?!?" came the voice of Akira the second strongest in this class.
 
"Why?" and soon enough the cold silent rage from Rena the red-haired girl that was currently the strongest.
 
That man didn't even look bothered. Even though both students were radiating undiluted bloodlust. He just stood there and dusted his shoulders like he had some dirt on them.
 
"Easy enough, as an example we will use one of the few that passed that evaluation, let me think..." Oh...
 
The blonde girl could almost feel how it would go wrong. The tropes her mother liked to talk about had taught her about the dangers to come in this type of situation.
 
So she started to edge herself down in her seat like she wanted to pick something that had rolled below her seat...
 
No such luck though.
 
"Yes, that will work." Said the unknown man, "Tell me, what is the [Skill] Miss Starbright used on her evaluation" and so this suited man pointed at Elizabeth.
 
"Anything will do, if you can we will pass you." And so he finished with a smirk.
 
For their part, both pairs of problematic students glared at her.
 
"She is a self-strengthening user." Came the answer of Akira with a smirk like it was nothing.
 
"...No... The wounds on the dummy don't correlate with self-strength, since it had gashes and piercing wounds...So a curse user." Came the answer of Rena.
 
What?
 
Curse are magical users though...
 
"Wrong in both, she hid her powerset. Even though I'm sure that her father told her the same crap every one of you got told at some point." Said the unknown man "That it was 'Pointless' to try and hide her power... Probably was her mother the one that told her to hide it or something."
 
Oh right, why did she try to hide her power?
 
It came as an instinct...Maybe it was for her magical side?
 
"You see...Not everyone in this class will be heroes, and not all will be villains either... So unless you are very sure about your companions... Even if your power is easy to identify. Try to hide it" said the unknown man "Information is the key to your survival after all"
 
And now she was getting pissed at this man.
 
He didn't even introduce himself.
 
"Who are you to Judge us anyway?" Said the red-haired girl, she also was getting angry at him.
 
"Well... I did try to introduce myself, but very few of you took notice of me... Even though I came and stood here for a few minutes trying to grab your attention" Said with a smirk the man.
 
He did?
 
Not that it mattered to her, she would shut him up soon enough by saying his name loud and clear!
 
[Identify]!
 

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Name: Arthur S4̵̧̞̬͕̞̘͂͛!̴̡̪̖̜̩͖̊̕͘|̷̛̱̞͓̦͎̘̩̤̦̼͙̭̯̿̇͊̏͊̒̍̍͋̄̈́͋̚̕͜|̵͕̳͓͕̳̥͕̬̣̟̤̘̼̤̐̓͆͘ͅ7̴̨̪̫̝̱͚̯̙̖̣̖̳̈́$̶̙̏̑̀^̵̪͚̱̦̮̲̿͂̏́͂̈̉͜/̵̫̝̭̲͉͌̉͌̇(̵̢̩͓̝͎̈́͐̈̎̇̂͋̆̋̀)̸̧͔̠̯̬̱̜̦͍͐͑ͅ|̸̧̫͔̮͖͌̔̅̀̃̎͋̚͝?̴̢̜̟̳̰̝͆͐̔̂͋̎̓͒̉͠ͅͅ|̶̺͕̤̦͕͍̥̘͓͇͉͇̩̄̾͋́̀́̀͊̐̄͝-̶̢͍̞͈̞͈̩̼̭̪̗̟̳̟̜́͊̐̀͒̏̒̆̇

T̷̖͔̖̹͚̫̘͖͂̊͊̍̆̎̀̏̏̓̎̚i̸̡͎̠̖͕̤̊̽̈̾̋̀̎̍͋̚̚t̷̛̛̺̩̘͙͍̱̠̗̓̒̍̄̀̊̋͋̈́̋̓͝͠ͅl̷̨̧͚̳̯͐̿͒̈́̍̊̚ͅȩ̴̛͉̜̯̝̰̮͔͍̭̏̈́̒̚̕͠:̶̢̧̢̛̤̹͇̮͈̳̜͎̠͖͂̒͆̌́́̽̾̇͝͠ ̸̮̼̘̯̹̭̝̎̋̈͘T̴̨̜̜̱͓̻̠̪̀̇̐͒̓̏̽͒͒̆ͅh̶̩̓̋̈̽̐̆̈́͜é̸͓͈͓̱̤͉͓͓̝̹̜̟̤͇̎̐̃̓ͅ ̵̢̼͓̟̥͙͉̗͖̱̄̐̿̾̒͑̕T̷̟̬̻̽͗̈́̔̇̆̒͆̕̚r̶̞͈̱̯̳̯̣̬͓͂̚a̸̧̫̺͎͓̗̿͐̚͜v̶̡͕̘͖͚̩̠̌̈̈́̊́͂̆͆̒͋͆̊̃͝ȅ̷̛̦̺̯͚̞̻͉͂̑̄̀̉̽̈́̐̿͘ḷ̶͇͓̀̓̐́̈́͒̈́̐ȩ̵̨͇̫̘̗͎͙̏ͅr̶̨̡̛̙̗̝̳͖͇̀̏͗̐̈́͗̏̄̅̿
̸̛̜̯̍̀͐̿̾͐̀̑̃̀ͅ
̴̣̗̤̪͍̟̠̓Â̶̳͙̞̹͍̙̋̇͌͛̈̂̓͘͠͝͠l̸̢̢̧̯̹̖̝͕̦͒͐͆i̵̝͉͈͈̙͔̐̏͌̔̾̑̀̍̇͗͛͝a̶͙͉̖̯̘͈̞̻̻̩̠̮͕̮͉̐͗͗͐͊̀̇̀͗͝͝ŝ̸͕̲̜͛̆̆̓̋̍̀̆͂́͛̈́̐͠ͅ:̷͕̥̠̬̞̥͇͎̟͖͙̥̦̝̒̚͠ ̶̛͍́̐͌̇̀̍̊̅̍̎͆̆̉M̷̛̭͍͉͍̝̍̒͑̍͂̽͜ḁ̶̯̗͚̻̤̟̲̤̌̔̅̄̉͑͗̿̓͂̄͊ͅn̴̡̛̺̠̥̩̦̏̃͛͐͊́̈̓̐͐͛̚͘ͅ ̵̢̛͎͉̯̾̅̐͛̀̌͂̚͘͜ơ̸̛͙͖̤̫̠̬̾͐̂̊͗͂͂̃̑̿͗̒u̴̡̨̢̼̝̞̩̝̬̻̇́̔̈́͋͋͐͌͛̍͜ͅṱ̷̙̙̟́̀̈́͐́͋́̑̄͠ ̶͔̼͈̆o̶̡̼͔̤͚̱̮̭̥̩̩̜̩̎̍͒̑͘f̵̡̠̠͖̠̽̉͑̊͗͆̐ͅ ̸̞̟͈̺̟̮̣͖̹͕̪̘͛̅͆̈́͜T̴̖͓̻̭̩͙͎̤̆̃͆͝i̶͔͊m̶̩̮͇̘̱͍̥̹͎͒ė̸̥͇̞͙̬̙̭͚͚̭̑̿̓͆́̍̈́́̎͘̚

Level: 50

Health: 100%

Mana:0%

Stamina: 100%

Stress: 0%

Ş̸̺̤̞̜̹̗̻̻͔͕̭̣͗͐́̑̓̒͝͝t̴͍͖̣̿̏̈́̽͜͜ŕ̸̜͚̜͕̩̦̳̼̰̳̲̭̺́̆ͅe̷͙͖͖̲̞̙̗͔̜̱̫̝͔̎̐͗͗͆̉̍̊̔̄͒͗̑͒̕ṅ̷̺̤̫̞̺̜̅͒͋́͛̚͠g̸̡̛͍̥̭̥̥̻͓̤͍̣̹̞̼̒͑̓̊t̷̼̙̠̗̫̣͊̏͌͐̓̈́͛͘h̴̫͕̹͌̏̃̂̈́̅̂ͅ:̴̡̩̰͓͓̼̳̝̪̹̖͉͛́͗̈́̿̔͌̃͂͘͠ ̴̜̳͚̠̰͕̮͋̄̃͊̒̃̎̔̒̚͜͝5̴̢̡͍̗̼̊͠0̷̘̳̟̟̪̥̹̱̙͇͙̦͉͙̀̈͛͛͛͘͝͠
̶̧̠̹͍̮͚̘̼̮͓̌́̀͜
̵̢̹̜̖̳̙͙̯̝͍̪͓̮̉̽̓̑̽͂C̷̦͖̖̪̠͕͎̯̙͐͋͑͂̀͛̓̇͘̚ó̴̳̳̭̯̂̀̏̋́̏̀͑̌͊n̴̡̖̘̹̪̣͌̐̒s̷̫͕̣̱̼͖̺̣̐̓͋͑̒̌̌̏͆̈́̂ţ̸̛̼͓̯͙͚̠̹̩̮͙̘̫͉̄̾̇̎ì̶̡̤̖̖̣̭̰͖̹̓͆͐͊̑͘͜͠t̶̺̯͔͓̘̹͗̏̔ü̶̧̺͇̮͕̞͐̍͒̋̈́͌̿̈́͂͋͋͒̚̚ͅṭ̴͛̃̈́̍̓̎͌͆͆̔́͘̕͝͝ĭ̵͇̗͉͚̞̠͍͉͈̀͒̆̈́͜ơ̶͍̺̜̝͍̪̬͚̞͉͓̱̳̂̈́̓̍̉̔͘ͅn̷̛̛͓̝̜̲̖̖͔͎̤̻̱̩̋̈́̾̈̾͋͗ͅ:̴̞̪͓͔͈̼͚̩̭̥̐ ̵̡̨̨̰͚̥͎͚̠̻͚̜̝͂̈́͂̉̌̇̅̉͜͝5̷̡̡̗̘͉̗̜̞̤̱̬̫̜̊͐̐̂̾̋̾0̷̧͍͔̟͚̼̤͌̚
̷̪̘̟̤̟͌͒
̴̖̳̥̎̆A̷̟̳̽͆̂̌͝͝ǵ̵̜̳͓̯̱̞͒i̵̥̹͔̤̰̚l̴̢̪̗͚̫̥̭̞̣̓̊̉͌̽̀̒̋̃̅̂̍̊̄̚į̷̢̮̭̦̭͍̪͉̹̦͚̈́͒͑̇t̵̨̨͈̬̺͔̗̮̲̻̼͐̊̋̅͐͊̉̌͌́̕͠͝ỵ̴̧̱͎͕͍̑͒́̃́̓͋̇͆̆͛͘̚͜͠͝:̸̧̡͈̯̫̥̘̫͉̝͍̤̓̾͛͋͛̀͆̌͗̅̆̐ ̷̢̛̘͍͓̻̲͉͉͎̤́̂̎͗́͛̀͆͝ͅ1̷̘͈̰̹̿͒̑̿̿͆̾̿̈͘͘5̸̢̩̮͕̬͕͐͊͌̓0̶̨̨̨̣̼̤̘̺̺̓̆͜
̵̛̱̥̠̼̱͉͂͑͑̄̎̌͆̑̑̓̃
̶̨̳̻̥̲̟̫̠͇̀̈́́͂̇̓͋͒̉̉̕͠D̵̞͔̻̱̩̝͚̖̏̌̉͆͑̂̈́̍͂͜e̷̠͈̥̺̣̯̖̍̃̿͊͆̐͠x̸̧͇̩̠̘̭͕͙̱͉̩̥̲̉͂̔̈́͐̒̂̈́̂͘t̴̼̤͔͇̙̼͍̥̋͛̈́̈̎é̸̢̙̘̟̮͕̝̰̜̭̱̱̰r̶̘͖͍̘̊ȉ̶̛̺̰͙̋̅̈ͅͅt̸̛̛̯̭̤́͗̌̀́̕̕͘͠y̸̨͓͎̔̈́̓͌̍̑̈͜:̸̫̗̩͊̀̀̏̾̊̊̓̍ ̸̡̨̞͉̮̣̟̯͍̩̃́͌͑͊̊̊͌͗͒̊͘1̵͍͈̬̗̖̯̜̙͓̪̗̭̾̈̈́̄͜͠5̴̤͓̫̯̱̮͔͕͇̩̼͊͛̽͒̔̚̚ͅ0̸̛̟́̈́̉͛̑
̵̧̟͍͓̤͚̮͚͍̐
̴̺͔̠̙̾̽͐I̵̡̬̥͙̙͉̹͚̎͛͛̏̏̾̎͆̉̐̀̚̕͝n̸͇͈̺̼͈͈͑̈̌t̷̢̡̼̟̫͖̩̘̣̜̱͂̄͂̔̇̄̈̾͐ę̶̣̰̺͔̠̜̀̍̆̃̓͋͛̔̏̚͜͝l̴̝̰̻̮̥͍͚͉̃̓l̶̢͉͋ͅï̴̖͙̬̹͌ͅg̴̢̑̆̈́̀̉̌̑̋̏̊͘ę̸̡̹̔̒̆̿͝n̸̯̞͓͉̖̳͚̒͊̈́̊̊͑̔̽̂͑̅̊̚͜c̶͇͚̬̮̮̥̫̥̫͖̥̉̄́̈́̓͋̾ḛ̷͍̬͈̩̲̎̂̅̋̑͒͝͝:̶̝̻̬̪̲̥͇͈̰̱͝ ̵̛̫̰̥̾̀̈̽̅̊̀̇̚͝1̵̢͉̠͕͚̮̝̙̭͉̄̽͜0̸̨͙̘͇͓̭͓̖̤̺̻͙͇̀̓́̈̎̇̓̉̈̃̏0̶̮͔͚̲̓͗̎̇̍̐́̏̆͑̄̚͘͘͠
̷̜̠̝̗̟͎̰̩̫͙̺̈́̍̽̽̓͋̚̕͠
̴̡̧͚̮͖̮̳̩̦͕̻̈ͅẆ̷̫͕̉́̎͛̒̋̋̕ͅi̶̯̯̙̺͉͍͛̆̍͋̄̊̈̿͛̽͂̉̂̏ṣ̵͙̞̗̜̘͉̯̤̊̿̂̀̓͝d̴̫̗͕̼̐̂͆͐̇̈̊̇̎̾̕͜ǫ̷̛̮̙͉̟͔̯̈̎̉̉͝m̵̨̢̧̟̗͔͔̱̬̠̳̺͉̥͌̈́̒̉̈͆͐͂ͅ:̷̗̖͓̻͍͓̦̤̠̞̘̪͑̇͒̀̀͛̕͠͠ ̴̢̛̛̰̲̙̻̱̰͇̱͇͖̺̈́͒̔̅̅͐͜1̴̡̰̜̺͙̻̪͚̙̆͛̊̅́̂͌̈̓̃͋͗͠5̵̮͇̹̞̟̪͆͂̿0̸̢̮̗̦̟͈̥͕̘̩̜̀̍̉͂̋̽̓͂͌̇̒͝͝
̴͕͚̆̍̆̇̄̍̀̕͝ͅ
̷̧̧̮̫̣̳̣͗C̷̢̰͙͖͓̦̹͈̙̈͑͜͜͝h̸͔̰̟̲͇͖̜̣̱̰͎̟̞͂̾̈́̓̍̇̾͐̑̉́͆̄͝͠ą̶̙̬̺͈̗̹̜̗̽̂͐͗͆̽̀̋̾̓̊́̂̂͝r̶̡̧̦̭͉̝͖̝̯̘̳͇̰͎̜̈́́̓͒̋̒̄͝ỉ̶͍̱͈̲̮͖͎̠̙̉̎̄̾͒̄͐̉̂̒̐̅ͅs̷̺̘̱̈́̎̀̑͐̋͆̆̔́̕̚͝m̵̳̥̦̳̓̎̑̈̇͌̏̊a̸̝̬̺̒͋͊̋͑͑̆̈́̃͑̈́̀̋͂̂:̴̫̹̬̲̐ ̸̧̺̝̗͙͑̅̈́̋͠1̷̡͎̻̪͉͇͉̠̺͙̯̃̓͆̚5̵͉̯͚̺̦̯̑̌͘͜͝0̶̰͔͔̻͔̥̽̓̅̓͒̃͗

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̷̨͚͇͕̹͎͖͖͊̌̾̿
̵̧̨̼̖̟̹̖͑̀̌̆͆̌-̷̨̰̗̫̯̆̈́́̈́̓̿͘̕͘̕͝C̶̯͙̑̂̆̏̒̋̄̽̊̔̏̆̽͋͠ỷ̴̡͎̝̤̌̎̃͒͂͂́͛̂̄́̑͑̾b̶͉̬̺̗̤͙̲̝̘͆͜e̶̟͔̰̬̭̩̜̭̥͍͚̪̘̤̞̿́̔̚r̶̨͉̗̜̼̮̻̙̯̜̳̺͎͚̽̈́̓̔͜ ̶̳͕̞̳̠̞͚͖̺͍̫͆͋̋͒͗̏́͊S̴̡̡̫̯̦̠̥̻̫̻̩̟̿̆̍͑̒̐͗̇̈͐̅̒͐̚͜͠ĺ̸̡̧̹͓͍͚͈̬͔̣͔̝̈́̀̄̈͆̀́͐̇̌́̏͘͜e̵̛̪̱͖̘̗̬̖̼̲̯͂̀͐u̵͖͎̼̤̭͖̯͛̈́͒̀̽̅́͗̕͝͝t̴̗̭̤̪́̇͐̋͗́̈́̂̊̚ẖ̷͈̅͂͛̌̾̀͝͝ ̷̨̛̦̦̈́S̷̡̜͍̱̬̮̗̘͓̊͋͑̓̾͐́̐͆͊͋̈̀̈́̚è̷̢̛̳̙̝̠̘̮̹̙̪͉̝̂̄́̇́́̋̈́̚̕ͅc̴͇̱͙̭̦̝͙͑̋͌ǘ̸̢̖̺̺͎̗̲̯̯̽́͑͌̿̔̈̐̃̓̈́͒̕r̵̬͍̣̾̽͂̊̑̈́i̵̛̫̼͕͔̗̥̳̫̙͆̂̄̾̍͂̈͘t̶̢̨͔̺̫͉͍̙̼͛̀̀̀̿̋͛͊̚͠ͅy̵͚̯͎̘̤̘͒͂͋͑̔̂̏͗͌̉̉͐͠͝
̴̢̡̣̤̰̩̙̰̹̟̆͜
̸̧̡̛̖̬̝̰̣̝͓͇̀͂̃̿̾͊̽̿̎̈́̚͝+̶͔̬͕̻͖̤̙͔̮͔̜͉͂̇̿̍̀̿͐̃̆̕͘̕!̷͙͍̭̘̦̻͙̳̭̝͚͙͌͌̄̏̌m̷̗͎͕̗̓̈́͆͊̽͝͝3̶̧̦̝̣̰̳̜̩͚̬̻̜̱̫͙͂̾̎̒͐|̴̧̜̤̰̖̭̣̈́̇͑͂́̂́̒̋̅͘͜ẏ̵̪̰̣̰̙͈̹͉͖̞͈̭̰͚̄̿́̈̐͌̈́̋́̽̔͝͝ ̵̤̲̠͈͔̑̈̓̀̆̅̄́͆̋̕͠ͅ4̶̨̹̦̩̻̦͕̲̈́̀r̷̨̢̛̭̩̦̘̤̣̻̱̾̐̃̀̓ͅr̴̛͙̠̳̣͚̫̀̐͊̾̒̚̕!̸͍̱̹͉̠͈̯͒͗́ṿ̵̾̊̆̉͜͝͠͝@̶̧̗̱̱̋̈́͜|̶̢̗̞͎̤̍̍̐͊̉̈́͘̚͘

 

"NOT AGAIN SDASDFASDFASF!" was all she could scream while on reflex she commanded the shadow under the nearest trash can to throw said trash can in her direction.

She didn't care about keeping appearances at this point.

She only cared for two things, first to close that goddammed window before her brain turned into mush.

And second, to empty her stomach into said trash can when she caught it with her hand.

She didn't pay attention to her cohorts who were wondering what had happened to her.

Nor why she was puking into the trash can.

Nor she cared about the worried glances her way about her crying a few droplets of blood...

Nor about the few millimeters of blood that were existing right now from her nose.

"Tell me, was that something a curse user or a self-strength user could do with their [Skills]?" pointed the unknown man in her general direction.

Well, not unknown... She kinda got a name out of that mess...

A name her father would mumble from time to time when he stumbled into the corner of a table for some reason...

"Stupid Arthur." Said the blonde girl while wiping her mouth of puke and blood.

"Hah! Like father, like...Daughter. I guess!" bloomed with laughter the suited man.

"Now, as Miss Starbright quite aptly said. My name is Arthur, the last name...You don't need it. And I will teach you the most important thing in your whole life. Never trust what you can't verify... " And then he pointed to the whiteboard.

The whiteboard didn't have anything written before.

And now had his name on it. How...?

"And also, always be ready for [Skill Backslash] if you try to chew something more dangerous than you. You can end with some nasty backslash like Miss Starbright." Yeah sure, stupid infosect skills.

 

... [Analyze] the skill...?

Cyber Sleuth Security:

Infosec Skill specializes in obstructing access to [The Root] and gives appropriate backslash depending on the type of skill used. The user was protected from the more serious backslash since she was whitelisted by the owner of the skill.

 

Message Left to the user: DO NOT TRY It again girly, no second chances.

 

Note: The user is advised to try again when she has a better standing or higher information allocation.

....Why did I brace myself. All of them are the same.

 

She was going to kill that man one of these days.

At least she got a peek at his stats, not that she was keen on looking at them, the distortion was more heavy there. She felt like they would be somewhat visible...

But the ominous message left her with dread at a second attempt.

"So tell me, class... What kind of [Skill] would allow Miss Starbright to leave that kind of gashes and allow her to try to gather info at the same time?" said the suited man to the class...Of course, he was only looking at Akira & Rena.

"...Not a self-strengthing one?" answered the black-haired kid.

"...Not a curse one..." And also answered Rena.

"So... That means that Miss Starbright is...?" encouraged Arthur, the man that was enduring the hate-filled glare of Elizabeth.

"...I dunno..." related Akira in the end, the coward.

"She has offensive and info-gathering skills, but the nature of them and range is unknown." Resumed Rena instead of Akira.

To this Arthur couldn't help but smile "Exactly!" and applaud her efforts "You still failed the first test, but you learned!" and again twisted the knife in the wound.

"She is among the very few of this class whose skills are unknown, so when you all go and prepare your different outfits... No one in this class will be sure which one is her. If she even chooses to go to said classes." Said the suited man.

Right, she would need to use one of those body suits her father had sent.

"Of course you will not be in the same class when using your skills, so trying to look for the one with different power is meaningless!" And in that note, the suited man carried on pointing again to the whiteboard.

Now there was a few extra lines written in there.

How was he doing that?

"So, what class is supposed to be this one?" Said the blonde girl who finally had her stomach in order, "The 'Let's bully the students' one?" finished saying the blonde girl while cleaning the tears of blood on her face with a handkerchief for dramatic effect.

"Of course not!" Answered the suited man "This is ethics on powers, and why using your skills willy nilly is a bad idea" finished with a smirk.

Yeah, she understood why someone might murder that man one day.

"One day, someone will murder you," said the blonde girl.

"They have tried plenty of times, your father included." And she would help his father keep trying the next time she saw him.

Even if it was an effective way of proving a point about abusing skills. Even if he softened the blow from the backslash.

"There you have it, remember that among your cohorts some will be Villains, some will be Heroes. And some might end as normal civilians." And he pointed at random to some students.

For heroes, he pointed to Akira who looked smug about being used as an example.

For villains he pointed to a dark and broody girl in the background, she was wearing a hoody with a knight theme... And a shirt with [Shadow Pact] on it... She would try to be her friend, anyone that was a [Shadow Pact] fan was a good person in her books!

And for civilians, he pointed at her. Of course, she just smirked at him.

As if she could keep her plan going after getting a C-Tier as a minimum grade after finishing her education.

Like hell the world would let her do her thing with that danger rating.

 

But she would try nonetheless...

Maybe if she couldn't get it as a normal person she could climb high and make herself a lofty and comfy spot at the top.

And maybe, just maybe...She could smite an annoying man named Arthur from the top...

That was just enough to get a girl a smile on her face.

"But if they are attempting to be civilians, why come to the school?" Said Akira while smugly looking at her.

Rude.

"Because my boy, they still need to learn how to control their skills. Or else if a dangerous thing is used by accident..." Said Arthur while throwing a pen into the air.

"Bad stuff can happen." And when said pen hit the desk...

It just...Broke.

She couldn't even understand how it happened, but the desk imploded in itself and it just became a mess of mangled wood.

Somehow all the damage was self-contained in the immediate area of the desk though.

"And this kind of bad stuff if it happens enough or wounds enough people, it's the kind of thing that can get you flagged as a 'Person of Interest'... Or as a Villain, like you young folks like to call." That... Maybe she should let Father be the first to go at that man.

After Father eats whatever skill he has, she can have her turn.

Yes, that seems like a good idea.


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