s he channeled a torrent of air whirled around everyone blowing viciously across the field. The grass and trees rippled as wind passed through, flowing in sync with the long green strands of Lances hair.
Though everyone was being blown back, he gracefully crouched, assuming a sprinting position but had placed one hand behind his back and the other around his waist.
After a few moments Lance quickly sprang to his feet and ran straight at the dummy jumping into the air. Seemingly about to crash into the dummy's head, Lance came inches away from contact before seemingly disappearing.
A second later a blast fired into the dummy tearing it apart and blowing it to smithereens as he appeared behind it.
Team Lance cheered and hollered with excitement at Lance's newest display of eloquence. Meanwhile many of the boys grunted or acted as if they hadn't seen his technique.
"Big deal" said Pb boastfully, "I could do that if I wanted to!" He explained
Reggie busted out into laughter at the sight of Pb's huge body flopping in the wind as he attempted to perform the aerial maneuver.
"Yeh man" Reggie said agreeing, "I'm sure you could! Man I'd pay money to see Lances face after that!"
"Yeh hahah"Pb chimed in not understanding Reggie's joke, "he'd be all like, damn Pb I didn't know you could get up there like that."
Reggie sprawled on the floor laughing at the thought of Lance seeing his eloquent technique sloppily emulated by Pb.
"Awe man your too good P, you're too good." Reggie laughed
Lance shook his head before returning to address the crowd.
"It's called the wind scar". "I build up turbulence behind me and use it to gather wind. Then I use that buildup of wind energy as a blast, destroying my enemies…. although it seems it isn't finished yet" he said examining the dummy
"You remember I told you to cover your ears at the beginning right?" "You were supposed to hear a sonic boom from the sound waves colliding with each other as well. Looks like I still have work to do."
"Very good Lance! Can't wait to see what you show us at the final examinations." O'Brian said eagerly.
"Did you get all of that?" Lance fired back
O'Brian paused in his writing, taking notice of Lance's fiery ejaculation.
"HQ will want to make sure you got every detail, as well as the fact that I did 20 reps of 15,000 pounds. I'm sure you didn't overlook that".
O'Brian looked up from his notebook, the glare from his glasses shot across the room like a laser homing in on Lance.
"Those eyes" O'Brian thought "It couldn't be"
"Lance Nozuka is that right?" O'Brian said as a glare flashed from his glasses. "Is Nozuka your mother's name or your fathers?
Lance squinted his eyes seemingly infuriated by the comment. "My father's unfortunately" he sighed.
"I see it must all be in my head then" O'Brian said relieved "You remind me of a man from the S.P.A who always gets in the way of my research" O'Brian said readjusting his glasses.
"There is no one else like me" Lance rebutted "But if you get in my way of climbing the S.P.A I'm going to seriously screw up your research"
"Is that so?" O'Brian said laughing "Well then don't worry Mr. Nozuka, I've got it all, including that hotheaded attitude of yours as well" he replied.
Lance smiled taking his seat on the bleachers once again.
"Just you watch" he said into his closed fist.
"I'll have everyone watching during the exams!"
After an hour of performances Mr. Bené looked up from his clipboard.
"OK" said Mr. Bené "that's everyone correct?"
Axel made a break for the door as Mr. Bené went down his list.
"Hold up Mr. J" Reggie said. "Axel hasn't gone yet!"
Axel sent a glare so strong at Reggie it almost sparked electricity.
"Sorry bro," Reggie said scratching his head.
"Ok Axel, get on with it lets see how much you've improved" Mr. Bené sighed as he dug through the supply closet for a tape measure. His entire class was behind him laughing, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Though he was certain there was only 25 in his class, as the group's enmity grew larger and larger the class mocking gazes seemed like a never ending wave of hostility ready to crash into him.
There were a few outliers in the crowd he recognized, but they were still quite a ways off from being his "friends" and he still did not know what to make of their intentions.
Reggie was standing there grinning with almost a supporting look. Axel couldn't place what Regis's grin entailed, but it didn't feel like the ridicule he was receiving from the rest of the class.
Lance as usual, was looking on towards Axel with the strongest dilution of pity that had been saturated with frustration.
Axel began to laugh at himself reading Lances expression.
"Whether I do well or not he can't even look at me like I'm a person until we've fought" He's saving all his ridicule for then" he thought.
Axel grinned with a hint of coy in his smile staring back at Lance. It seemed this was why Lance was always so mad. He wanted to scream, kick, and beat Axel up, but had no grounds to do it. To him Axel was some distant relative still in infancy, throwing up and dirtying Lance's things all the time. Lance had no choice but to hold in his frustration, knowing that beating the newborn child would be nothing more than a display of inhumanity.
Behind Lance on the bleachers PB was slamming his hand into his chest, making what he believed to be sounds Axel would make.
Fumbling his words, and not completing his sentences he cried
"HII IIRRMM an XXEElll IRIRLLULU" he mocked as students joined him.
Axel turned to see what had become of his white haired admirer.
Amazingly he was sitting in the same place. It had been almost 4 hours since O'Brian had appeared, and during that time the boy hadn't moved one inch. This time however he seemingly noticed Axel's look of confusion and signaled back.
Standing up from his chair he gave Axel a thumbs up, as his ghostly blue eyes burned with an even greater intensity before.
Lance noticing this interaction proceeded to move towards the white haired boy's side of the bleachers. However it wasn't long before he came colliding with another invisible wall.
"What the hell is going on today!" he bickered returning to his seat.
Axel just closed his eyes and tried to focus. He stepped back and focused as hard as he could on his lungs. He lurched back placing all of his weight on one foot like he was about to release a giant sneeze.
"QqqqwweeeHUCxcccK" he began drawing in the surrounded air.
"Concentrate" he thought. "Just like Gille did earlier, maybe that was the secret to his dreams."
Axel began to feel a strength building up in his chest as he began to unleash the power of the vitriolic attack he had seen Gille do in his dreams.
"HRRIIIIIIMMMSS." PB continued above chuckling with Jeff.
"Focus" Axel said as he attempted to channel his energy into his throat now.
After about 15 seconds of inhaling Axels lungs finally reached their capacity as he unleashed the full power of his attack.
"PPPPPTTTU" he shouted spitting a blob of saliva into the air.
Letting out a deep sigh Mr. Bené took out a tape measure and measured the distance the spit had traveled.
"25 feet Axel…." Mr. Bené said as he sighed.
Axel received an onslaught of ridicule and jeers as he walked back to the bleachers.
"Huckkcckuuck ptuuu" PB mocked as Axel made his way back to his seat. Lance gave Axel a look of disappointment as he raised his head from his book.
"What are you gonna cry now?" the look said.
Axel stopped walking up the bleachers and paused exchanging looks with Lance. Amidst the jeers and laughs they stood eyeing each other in total isolation from the chaos. Axel looked down at his necklace remembering Lance's words.
"Live, don't you ever complain in front of me again!"
Axel eyes burned with the flare of complacency. He took a look in the lower side of the bleachers, seeing Reggie, before spinning around catching the eye of the white haired boy who was still giving him a thumbs up.
"No" Axel said to Lance with his eyes. "I won't give you that satisfaction!"
With the little optimism he had left in him Axel placed his hand high in the sky signaling a sarcastic thumbs-up to everyone in the field. He then shot another look back at Lance that said "I'm not as weak as you-"
Axel's grandstanding was rudely interrupted by a slimy spit ball of lead smashing into the back of his head. On the other side of the bleachers PB was laughing with Jeff.
Axel slowly walked dejectedly back to his seat on the bleachers. He still had a long way to go before he could stand up to Lance. As things stood now, he could barely stand in front of his classmates without crumbling.