"I have questions for you." Raya walked up to him. Harry nodded. "Let's get to class first." The two of them walked to some of the empty seats and sat down.
"What did you want to ask?" "How where you able to track my movements? Your eyes were moving with my trajectory, even though I was moving at superhuman speed."
I knew it. It didn't make any sense that a person whose movements made projections would be considered a tough opponent. "Does that mean you don't know about the projections?"
"Projections? What are you talking about?" Raya was confused. "Whenever you were about to use your ability, a bunch of projections would appear in a straight line, depicting your movement trajectory and location."
Raya studied him quietly. "I think it has something to do with my eyes. They can see things most people can't."
Harry further explained. "Is it possible you have precognition?" Raya suggested.
Harry shook his head.
"It wouldn't make any sense. Something like that has never happened before, but I didn't feel ant different when it did. It felt normal, so I had assumed you made invisible projections of some sort to help you determine your displacement."
Raya sat back with a sigh. Another thing had popped up in her mind. "What about Zeo's slash? How did you do what you did?"
Harry kept silent for a while. "It was a wager. I'm not exactly sure how or why it worked, so I can't explain it to you. I apologize."
The answer wasn't satisfying, but if he wasn't lying, then there was nothing Raya could do about it. She sighed resignedly and stood.
"Thanks, Argent. Good luck tomorrow."
The Backwater Boys appeared at the door the moment Raya left. "Hey." Charles raised a hand in greeting.
"Yo." Ed also raised his hand in greeting. Harry nodded to acknowledge their presence.
Ed sauntered in, carrying three bags, with Charles trailing right behind him. "Here you go." He dropped one on Harry's table.
"Thanks." The two slid into the seats next to him. "Wanna explain how you beat Raya and Zeo?" "No." Ed slammed his head on the table, obviously disappointed with the lacklustre answer.
"How about why?" Charles asked.
"Why?" "Yeah. I mean, why did you win? Didn't you want to stay out of it? Why the sudden change of heart?"
"It gives me an opportunity to kill someone." The other two shared a glance. Ed's concerns about Harry had grown.
He had tried to read Harry's mind but hadn't even gotten static as he did sometimes due to factors he hadn't been able to pinpoint yet.
They continued to pester Harry as he ate his meal, ignoring them completely. "Hey, are you listening to me?" Ed asked. "...No."
"You're such a ..." Ed struggled to find the words and failed to do so. "It doesn't matter anyway. I've already been selected. It's best to just roll with it."
"That's awfully lax of you, Harry." Charles said. "What does that mean?" Charles shrugged. "Nothing. Just saying."
They had been walking as they were talking now, having finished their meals. They stopped in front of the roster.
"You're going up against Avarice right off the bat." Charles said, looking at the roster as he spoke. "You'll be up against Nicholas Sharpe." He turned back to Harry.
"Do you think you can beat him?" Harry didn't know. "I don't know. But I'll most definitely try." "...That's surprisingly reassuring."
"I'm going to go train. See you guys later." Harry branched off in the direction of the training grounds, and the other two went back to their dorm.
Eva flipped through her lesson notes and sighed. She wouldn't be teaching for the next three weeks, and she had to make up for that with her next lesson.
She groaned and sighed again, leaning back in her chair, the beam of light her table lamp emitted enveloping the book in front of her.
The door opened slowly, and a sixteen-year-old boy with a grey streak in his jet-black hair walked in with his hands in his cargo pant pockets.
"Hey, sis." Eva with her eyes closed, asked "What do you want, Nick?" The coldness of her voice caused Nicholas to smirk. "You still call me that? How sweet, big sis." She glared at him from the corner of her eye.
"Woah! That's cold, especially to your one and only brother." His spoke in a singsong and playful voice. "I don't have a brother." She replied calmly. "My only brother died six years ago."
Nicholas was barely able to contain his laughter and had to stifle a laugh. "Tsk, tsk, sister. Is it really a good idea for such a delusional person to have a teaching position?"
He spread his arms. "I'm right here, aren't I?" "You aren't my brother. Go back to Excavre and tell him whatever nonsensical scheme he has up his sleeve won't work."
She waved her hand to shoo him out. "You can go now. I've got work to do." Nicholas sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
"You'll come to understand James' vision, and then we'll be one big, happy family again." Eva scoffed. "Now who's delusional?" "Roxy thought the same, and look what happened to her-"
"Quiet." The tone of voice she was using now was different from before. It had become deadly and commanding, and Nicholas' vocal chords stopped producing sounds, and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"I said you can go now." Nicholas stiffly turned. and shuffled out the door, closing it behind him. "And don't come back." Her voice had returned to its normal state.
"I will!" Nicholas' cheery voice came through the door. Eva let out a third sigh, feeling more tired than she was before. Roxy's still stumping their plans? Eva scoffed.
With all of his big talk, Excavre was being undone by a child. The dark brown hair and colourless eyes of Harrison Argent flashed in her mind. Make that two.
"I'll make sure he dies by my hands." She remembered Harry saying something similar. I want to kill him. Eva smirked slightly. Roxy and Argent... Her smirk grew wider.
Your days have finally been numbered, Excavre. It'll be fun watching you die.