Mrs. Ruth made her way through the crowd of students, feeling delighted as she saw the enthusiasm on their faces. She walked in with a helper carrying a little bowl and setting it on a table beside her.
“Good day class F,” She greeted. “I’m impressed to see how eager you are about this exercise. But I wouldn’t want to keep you here longer than I have to, so we’ll just go straight to the point.” Her introduction made everyone feel even more delighted and eager. “I've divided the class into two; the first half and the second half. The first half consists of the first 18 according to the class list, while the second half is the second 18. In the bowl beside me are 18 names of the students in the second half of the class list. In other words, those whose names fall within 19-36 in the class list have their names written down here. But the ones choosing will be those of the first half of the class; the first 18 students according to the class records…”
Although she said she would be going straight to the point, Mrs. Ruth couldn’t help but elaborate a little on how the choosing system was. In simpler terms, she divided the class into two; one group has their names written down while the other group will be choosing from those names, and whoever is chosen will be their opponent.
“The rules of the simulation are simple; you have two minutes to defeat your opponent. And the use of abilities, no matter how little or insignificant it is, is prohibited. With no further ado, can the first 18 students step forward to choose their opponents?”
Just as she had said, the rules were simple and similar to the rules of the actual first segment of the Combat Trials. In the first segment, the use of any asides raw combat prowess involving fist against fist was prohibited. At the stage the students are now, it was still difficult to know what their abilities would be. But records of the areas they excelled in made it easy to make some predictions as to what their abilities could grant them. A typical example was a boy named Caesar Kroft. He was a member of class F, and his records show that he excels in strength tests on a scale slightly higher than an average Cyph. However, his body’s defense was on a terrifyingly higher scale than most people on his level. In fact, when compared to others, his bodily defense was among the highest. Based on his records of high bodily defense, it was predicted that the ability he would gain would grant him immeasurable bodily defense. And for that reason, he was viewed as one of the prodigy students of Ravenwood High school.
Another example was a student named Benji Sherman. He was in class C and had a record of one with undisputed strength among the first years. Based on his records, the prediction was that his ability would grant him strength on a much larger scale than anyone else. Nevertheless, none of that was required in the first segment.
The 18 students stepped forward and picked a piece of wrinkled paper one after the other. When they were done choosing, Mrs. Ruth gave word to open the paper to see who their opponents were. The first match was between a girl named Louis and a boy named Kaycee. In appearance alone, these two were slender with the boy being only a few inches taller. According to their records, they both are proficient in agility but differ a bit in terms of strength.
The stage was set already and the match commenced. With a two minutes deadline to take down your opponent, the two didn’t hold back from displaying all they knew in raw combat. The only exception was that they wouldn’t go overboard to gravely hurt one another and whoever did so would not only lose the simulation but will face the wrath of a Senior Commissioner. As the match went on, it was discovered that even though the boy had an advantage in regards to strength, using it on an opponent as slippery as this one was immensely difficult. But at the tail end, he finally won with just a few more seconds to spare. And from the way he breathed heavily, it seemed he had used quite a lot of strength to achieve his victory.
Everyone was surprised at this. And although it was the boy who won, there was a possibility that if they were allowed to use even a bit of their ability that the girl would be the victor. And sadly, no one knew this more than Kaycee himself. So even though the victory was his in the end, it wasn’t with the style and fanfare he had envisioned. But a winner was a winner so it didn’t stop him from putting on airs, displaying his aura of dominance to garner the attention of the opposite sex. But the stubborn ones refused to accept him as a decent opponent and shunned him instead.
With the shunning slowly turning into a riot, Mrs. Ruth had to step in to remind the students that the match was based on luck and it would be like that during the first segment. Moreover, it was the girl who had picked the name in the first place so it was her luck for picking her opponent. After all, if she had faced someone like Caesar Kroft, she would have no other option but to lose no matter how hard she tried to change it. The riot died down and the second contenders stepped on stage.
They were both girls with thick busty physiques. The boys went mad when these two went on stage, but what they didn’t know, or rather expect, was that these girls displayed terrifying levels of raw strength. According to their records, their strengths and everything else were almost identical, and if not for appearances, one would think that they were twins, as their names were Emma and Ella respectively.
The match between the girls went on with the two girls evenly matched in both strength and dexterity. They displayed their combat prowess to the limit but it was like they each could predict what their counterpart was going to do next. The match finally ended in a tie which was quite shocking for some of the spectators. Mrs. Ruth nodded her satisfactorily. It appeared she wasn’t interested in who won and who lost, but displaying your prowess to the limit was her aim. And if they both did so, then it didn’t matter to her if they tied.The next match was between two boys; one was shorter than the other. But the shorter one proved quite proficient as he overpowered his opponent after little time. The fourth and fifth matches went on the same way; there were no ties so far. However, the next person that picked from the bowl happened to pick Caesar Kroft. The boy who picked him was Clinton, a boy with a broad and hefty physique.Clinton was one of the few people who had exceptional records
Finnian was at a loss for words and could feel the intensity of the fist heading towards his face. Nonetheless, in that split second before the fist could connect, Finnian ducked and swerved his body to the side, dodging the attack. Joel’s fist, though it hit nothing, still stirred quite some breeze. Just like one averting tragedy, Finnian felt that if he delayed a split second later, he would undoubtedly be thrown off the stage. And even if that didn’t happen, it would still be painful. Joel, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, but amid that was also a faint look of astonishment. Personal records belonging to a Cyph were a secret between the officials and the Cyph in question. And according to Joel’s record, he had agility that far outstripped the average margin despite his look. This made it ironic as well as unexpected that someone so plump and chubby could have such speed. Nonetheless, Joel was surprised for another reason altogether. Though he hadn’t used h
Joel was so absorbed in blindly sending a wild flurry of punches, that he didn’t notice when Finnian had parried them all. For someone acquainted with speed, his only reaction to Finnian’s sudden change in momentum was his body’s instinctual method of telling him of impending danger. And before he could notice Finnian’s movement, the latter had already closed in on him. Unexpectedly so, Finnian tripped and stumbled past the dumbstruck Joel, falling with his face to the floor. The alarm beeped, signaling the end of the match. The whole class broke out into a burst of uproarious laughter seeing Finnian fall to the ground. They weren’t just being mean or anything like that; it was just that the way Finnian fell was indeed funny, stumbling head first into the ground. Mrs. Ruth stepped up to ease the laughter. Her expression was serious as she looked at Joel, who was still uncertain of what just happened, and Finnian who inordinately rubbed the bump on his forehead. “I pronounce Joel th
“Yo,” Finnian heard someone call out to him and before he could turn, he felt their hands wrap around his neck. Finnian turned to see a chubby-looking teenager, “Oh, it’s just you,” He replied. “I thought you went home already, what are you doing here?” Finnian asked as he struggled to release himself from Martin’s grasp. Martin West was surprisingly Finnian’s good friend. They had met back at the beginning of their junior years in Ravenwood High school. With him being known for being awkward in both personality and appearance back then, it was a huge surprise that someone one day spoke to him. And they’ve been friends ever since. Martin West was almost as chubby as Joel Adric, Finnian’s opponent in the simulation. He had quite an unconventional personality for someone his age, and would occasionally throw jabs at Finnian, making the latter pout or roll his eyes sometimes. “I heard Mrs. Ruth conducted the first segment’s simulation for your class, I wanted to know what it was like,
“What?” Finnian arched an eyebrow. “I said, how did you dodge my attacks like that? My speed in those attacks was top notch and you just evaded them so easily? I think not.” Finnian was thinking he heard wrong but Joel said it again to make sure he heard. Now, Finnian was confused, “Okay let me get this straight. Did you follow me all this way to ask me that? Couldn’t it wait till tomorrow?” “I have my reasons,” “I’m sure you do, but why were you hiding in the first place when you could come out and ask me?” Joel was clearly displeased by the barrage of questions but still had to answer. “I noticed you were friends with Martin…” “Oh… I see…” Finnian smirked. “You didn’t want people to think you were a sore loser so you had to wait till I was alone… that’s very shady.” Joel harrumphed, “Don’t go saying nonsense, or people might get the wrong idea. And besides, how can I be a sore loser when I won the math?” “Then why are you here?” “I’ve told you over and over again that I mig
Everyone quickly turned their attention toward the voice and was instantly shocked at who they saw. The strongest of Cyphs among the first-year seniors were called elite Cyphs and they were four of them. Of which, Caesar and Evan were among. However, the remaining two were said to be the cream of the crop. Among the Cyphs in general, they possessed incredible records that Centurion had to consider them special class. One of them was one called Benji Sherman, the one who had just spoken now.Benji Sherman had a big build for a boy of 15. Compared to the rest, he was considered a giant, giving him an intimidating presence that made one unknowingly submit to him. He hadn’t spoken too loudly but his words had sounded like thunder, falling into the ears of everyone present. The class went graveyard silent as his voice spread out. And even Caesar and Evan had to pay attention to this fellow.“Who are you calling ladies?” Caesar and Evan asked in unison.Benji laughed, “If you aren’t ladies,
The class immediately turned their attention to Finnian when they heard what he just said, even Martin was surprised at his friend’s response. And being the one spoken to placed Martin in the hot zone as his friend, but since he had some grievances with the elites already, he wasn’t going to leave his friend behind like a coward. “He was talking to me; it doesn’t concern you.” He said. Caesar was already popping veins with Finnian and now Martin joined the fray. “I wasn’t speaking to you, was I? So until I refer to you why don’t you shut the hell up like a good girl and don’t let me hurt you.” Caesar clearly wasn’t hiding his anger as he cursed at the chance he got. He then turned to Finnian, “And you, aren’t you that freak with the weights all the time?” Finnian’s noncommittal expression quickly changed to a frown. It’s been a while since he was addressed as ‘the freak with weights’. And since it’s been long, he thought that maybe people have moved past it; apparently, he was wrong
It was the weekend…Finnian and Martin had an earlier appointment to meet up at the mall. The mall was in the fifth district or the central district. And though it was closer to Martin’s district, it wasn’t the same for Finnian.“You’re such a buzz-kill, do you know that?” Martin nagged.Finnian rolled his eyes, “Yeah you say that, but you weren’t the one to fight him.”“It doesn’t matter, I would have helped,”“What a big help you would have been.” Finnian didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm in his tone.“You look down on me too much, and I’m just wondering what you have to show off. What is your ability anyway?”Finnian rubbed his chin while giving a narcissistic chuckle. “Never mind that,” He said, and suddenly froze the moment he walked into the mall. “Oh darn,”“What is it?” Martin asked and followed Finnian’s line of sight. “Hehe, well look who we have here,”“Shhhh,” Finnian lightly slapped Martin’s mouth. “She might hear you.”“Haven’t you told her yet?”“I… I’m working on it.”