Chapter 4
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The Heroes square was so-called because of the legendary warriors who gave their lives to save the world from darkness. As the seat of Anadan's monarch, it held many extravagant buildings; From the Might's hall, to the South-pool hall, down to the tower itself. You can't count two cities in Anadan without counting the hero's city first.
The stadium for the race was filled to the brim with people. Each single seat has a screen attached to it like a table; it enables a proper view of the race. The racing field itself was covered with sands and anemometers poles standing at interval, to show the number of laps. There were twenty-five poles in total.
Jeff and Matt in their gray jumpsuit stood in line with other racers. There were twenty-five racers in total, with five representatives from each clan. There were the Zappers in their Red jumpsuit, the Olic's in their gold, the Candanian's in their Blue and the Ama's in their silver jumpsuit. Each color signifies the color of the power they exhibit, the power of the bow which embeds itself on the palms of all citizens, in exception of the Gray's.
"This would be tough" Jeff said. He was sweating under his oversize jumpsuit, even though the sun had not reached its peak.
"Not as tough as getting the head of a camel through the eye of a needle, try and succeed, relent and fail, remember that?" Jeff frowned when he heard Matt. Those were his favorite line when they were twelve and Matt had refused to use his H-Board. He had dragged the reluctant Matt into the field after saying those words for like a thousand times.
"I can't believe you still remember that" Jeff grumbled.
"I can't see myself forgetting it, not after it changed my life for good.''
"Just keep it to yourself next time, okay?''
Matt laughed and Jeff really wished he could brush off the laughter from Matt's face. He sometimes wonders why people always make fun of serious matters. Hmm, serious matters, well, not too serious, but, that's what some people do anyway.
"I welcome you all to the first day of this contest; to this year's entrance examination into the heroes' academy...."
"Who is that?" Jeff asked. The man on the podium was like nothing he'd ever seen.
"That's the new Selector of the academy, from the gold linage."
Jeff awed at the way the man carried his shoulders. His gentleness was simple but yet complicated. Even as they paced the platform languidly with pride, it was as if the air were about him because his face bore no sweat of any kind, and his Gold color suit, seem to eat the color everyone here was wearing.
"...though our rule of picking the top five still holds" The man, known as the selector continued. "Our king" He bowed gently and the whole crowd did the same, out of habit than respect. "Has promised to award the top three; with special prize." There was a little commotion among the racers but it disappears almost immediately as the Selector continued.
"So I urge our aspiring student to put up their best, you never can tell. As the fourth SP-90 selector, I declare the first race open. Let the candidates put on their Head-Plate and let the first race begin."
There was a loud shout from the crowd as all cheered for their racer. Jeff gulped as his Head-Plate unfolded and covered his face. He wasn't used to the many crowd and he hates being in the center of attraction. Even in the mist of the other racers he felt alone.
The twenty-five racers stood on their hovering board, with face hidden behind their Head-Plate which had already converted into a helmet, even the visor on their helmet was hell dark like the depth of an ocean. Jeff sometimes wonders how the Head-Plate works. It could convert into a helmet by just clicking a button on it. It could also convert back into a small metal plate, that one could hardly comprehend how a small metal plate could turn into a helmet.
There was a loud feminine programmed voice heard as it counted down. Jeff felt his heart beating fast like the engine of a land Tripler. From the corner of his eyes he saw Matt looking his direction, he could imagine the looks on Matt's handsome face, but he chose to remain neutral to any sense of thought. He wanted to focus on the task at hand. He wouldn't see his years of practice crumbed before him. I will put on my best show. He whispered to himself, just as the programmed voice said zero.
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The Heroes square was so-called because of the legendary warriors who gave their lives to save the world from darkness. As the seat of Anadan's monarch, it held many extravagant buildings; From the Might's hall, to the South-pool hall, down to the tower itself. You can't count two cities in Anadan without counting the hero's city first.
The stadium for the race was filled to the brim with people. Each single seat has a screen attached to it like a table; it enables a proper view of the race. The racing field itself was covered with sands and anemometers poles standing at interval, to show the number of laps. There were twenty-five poles in total.
Jeff and Matt in their gray jumpsuit stood in line with other racers. There were twenty-five racers in total, with five representatives from each clan. There were the Zappers in their Red jumpsuit, the Olic's in their gold, the Candanian's in their Blue and the Ama's in their silver jumpsuit. Each color signifies the color of the power they exhibit, the power of the bow which embeds itself on the palms of all citizens, in exception of the Gray's.
"This would be tough" Jeff said. He was sweating under his oversize jumpsuit, even though the sun had not reached its peak.
"Not as tough as getting the head of a camel through the eye of a needle, try and succeed, relent and fail, remember that?" Jeff frowned when he heard Matt. Those were his favorite line when they were twelve and Matt had refused to use his H-Board. He had dragged the reluctant Matt into the field after saying those words for like a thousand times.
"I can't believe you still remember that" Jeff grumbled.
"I can't see myself forgetting it, not after it changed my life for good.''
"Just keep it to yourself next time, okay?''
Matt laughed and Jeff really wished he could brush off the laughter from Matt's face. He sometimes wonders why people always make fun of serious matters. Hmm, serious matters, well, not too serious, but, that's what some people do anyway.
"I welcome you all to the first day of this contest; to this year's entrance examination into the heroes' academy...."
"Who is that?" Jeff asked. The man on the podium was like nothing he'd ever seen.
"That's the new Selector of the academy, from the gold linage."
Jeff awed at the way the man carried his shoulders. His gentleness was simple but yet complicated. Even as they paced the platform languidly with pride, it was as if the air were about him because his face bore no sweat of any kind, and his Gold color suit, seem to eat the color everyone here was wearing.
"...though our rule of picking the top five still holds" The man, known as the selector continued. "Our king" He bowed gently and the whole crowd did the same, out of habit than respect. "Has promised to award the top three; with special prize." There was a little commotion among the racers but it disappears almost immediately as the Selector continued.
"So I urge our aspiring student to put up their best, you never can tell. As the fourth SP-90 selector, I declare the first race open. Let the candidates put on their Head-Plate and let the first race begin."
There was a loud shout from the crowd as all cheered for their racer. Jeff gulped as his Head-Plate unfolded and covered his face. He wasn't used to the many crowd and he hates being in the center of attraction. Even in the mist of the other racers he felt alone.
The twenty-five racers stood on their hovering board, with face hidden behind their Head-Plate which had already converted into a helmet, even the visor on their helmet was hell dark like the depth of an ocean. Jeff sometimes wonders how the Head-Plate works. It could convert into a helmet by just clicking a button on it. It could also convert back into a small metal plate, that one could hardly comprehend how a small metal plate could turn into a helmet.
There was a loud feminine programmed voice heard as it counted down. Jeff felt his heart beating fast like the engine of a land Tripler. From the corner of his eyes he saw Matt looking his direction, he could imagine the looks on Matt's handsome face, but he chose to remain neutral to any sense of thought. He wanted to focus on the task at hand. He wouldn't see his years of practice crumbed before him. I will put on my best show. He whispered to himself, just as the programmed voice said zero.
The Heroes square was so-called because of the legendary warriors who gave their lives to save the world from darkness. As the seat of Anadan's monarch, it held many extravagant buildings; From the Might's hall, to the South-pool hall, down to the tower itself. You can't count two cities in Anadan without counting the hero's city first. The stadium for the race was filled to the brim with people. Each single seat has a screen attached to it like a table; it enables a proper view of the race. The racing field itself was covered with sands and anemometers poles standing at interval, to show the number of laps. There were twenty-five poles in total. Jeff and Matt in their gray jumpsuit stood in line with other racers. There were twenty-five racers in total, with five representatives from each clan. There were the Zappers in their Red jumpsuit, the Olic's in their gold, the Candanian's in their Blue and the Ama's in their silver jumpsuit. Each color signifies the color of the power they exhibit, the power of the bow which embeds itself on the palms of all citizens, in exception of the Gray's. "This would be tough" Jeff said. He was sweating under his oversize jumpsuit, even though the sun had not reached its peak. "Not as tough as getting the head of a camel through the eye of a needle, try and succeed, relent and fail, remember that?" Jeff frowned when he heard Matt. Those were his favorite line when they were twelve and Matt had refused to use his H-Board. He had dragged the reluctant Matt into the field after saying those words for like a thousand times. "I can't believe you still remember that" Jeff grumbled. "I can't see myself forgetting it, not after it changed my life for good.'' "Just keep it to yourself next time, okay?'' Matt laughed and Jeff really wished he could brush off the laughter from Matt's face. He sometimes wonders why people always make fun of serious matters. Hmm, serious matters, well, not too serious, but, that's what some people do anyway. "I welcome you all to the first day of this contest; to this year's entrance examination into the heroes' academy...." "Who is that?" Jeff asked. The man on the podium was like nothing he'd ever seen. "That's the new Selector of the academy, from the gold linage." Jeff awed at the way the man carried his shoulders. His gentleness was simple but yet complicated. Even as they paced the platform languidly with pride, it was as if the air were about him because his face bore no sweat of any kind, and his Gold color suit, seem to eat the color everyone here was wearing. "...though our rule of picking the top five still holds" The man, known as the selector continued. "Our king" He bowed gently and the whole crowd did the same, out of habit than respect. "Has promised to award the top three; with special prize." There was a little commotion among the racers but it disappears almost immediately as the Selector continued. "So I urge our aspiring student to put up their best, you never can tell. As the fourth SP-90 selector, I declare the first race open. Let the candidates put on their Head-Plate and let the first race begin." There was a loud shout from the crowd as all cheered for their racer. Jeff gulped as his Head-Plate unfolded and covered his face. He wasn't used to the many crowd and he hates being in the center of attraction. Even in the mist of the other racers he felt alone. The twenty-five racers stood on their hovering board, with face hidden behind their Head-Plate which had already converted into a helmet, even the visor on their helmet was hell dark like the depth of an ocean. Jeff sometimes wonders how the Head-Plate works. It could convert into a helmet by just clicking a button on it. It could also convert back into a small metal plate, that one could hardly comprehend how a small metal plate could turn into a helmet. There was a loud feminine programmed voice heard as it counted down. Jeff felt his heart beating fast like the engine of a land Tripler. From the corner of his eyes he saw Matt looking his direction, he could imagine the looks on Matt's handsome face, but he chose to remain neutral to any sense of thought. He wanted to focus on the task at hand. He wouldn't see his years of practice crumbed before him. I will put on my best show. He whispered to himself, just as the programmed voice said zero.
