Day 6 had arrived, and the recruits were all gathered in a new room. This one was significantly larger than the others. The room was large enough to hold a football field and then some. Not only that but it was filled with uneven dirt terrain and obstacles spread throughout the large field. It looked more like a ruined cityscape as opposed to a training ground. 

Above the training ground was a sky box overlooking everything. Inside were the 30 individuals; 29 of them were mentors. One of them looked down at the recruits heading toward the edge of the training field and pondered, 

“How well do you think our rookies are going to do?” 

“It depends on what kind of head space Zac is in.” Another responded. 

“Doc, you were with him all yesterday, right? So how was he?” A dark-haired woman asked. 

“Do you guys remember Budapest?” Dr. Varma said placidly.

“Oh, shit…” 

“Oh, no…” 

“Damn…” Countless dispirited groans echoed through the room. 

“What happened in Budapest?” A newly promoted Mentor spoke up. 

“A friend of Devin and Zac’s was killed by the Weaving Adders. Devin went on a rampage, assisted by Zac. A lot of Adders died that day.” One of the other Mentors commented. 

“Assisted? No, it was more like it was fueled, coordinated and directed. Every step Devin took was premeditated by Zac. Devin didn’t have to think; he could just lose himself in his rage while following Zac’s instructions. Those two together are impossible, and at the time, Zac was especially focused.” Franky sighed as he recalled what happened that day. 

“Shiiiiiiitt! I hope he doesn’t break them.” The newly promoted Mentor commented. 

“They’ll be fine. There’s a reason why Zac needed to focus so hard. It’s because he had to. We have some very shocking recruits this time around.” Devin spoke as everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Devin looked over the recruits and then stared at Kenji and Watabe. Devin then turned to Franky, 

“How is he?” 

“The kid’s a monster,” Franky said pleasantly. 

“Of your own making, I’m sure,” Devin responded with a smirk. 

“You know it. The only thing holding that kid back is himself. Once he learns to let himself go. No one’s stopping him. Not even you. ” Franky laughed. 

Kenji not only had enhanced physical condition compared to other Chasers, but his ability to comprehend and learn was even more remarkable. He had absorbed and learned much from Franky in such a short amount of time. Franky couldn’t wait to get his hands on him again. Everyone’s eyes then looked at a door opening on the other end of the training ground. They all saw Zac walking out and sighed, 

“He’s really taking this seriously. He might actually break a few.” Hachiman said. 

“My little cutie won’t break, it’s impossible.” Helena giggled; her fists were currently wrapped in bandages.

Zac walked onto the training field; unlike Day 3, he was in proper gear. He wore a black hooded cloak with a black full-face mask that conformed to his face. Everything from his mask to his gloves and boots, even his black cargo combat pants, had been specially made by the Twins under Zac’s design specifications. He walked to the top of one of the dirt mounds and looked down at the recruits. The mask on his face peeled back as he said, 

“Hello, my Tiny Tots. How are you all this fine day.”

“Better now; I expected you not to show up.” One of the recruits said. As some of the other recruits began boisterous laughter.

Ume didn’t find any of this funny and looked over at the laughing recruits with ridicule. Did they think they had become so much better in just 2 days? 

“He hadn’t even broken a sweat on Day 3. They seem to forget quickly now that they have a little power.” Kenji commented. Ume nodded in agreement.

Ume shook her head in disappointment as she stared at Zac. Zac didn’t have a Program but was still a Chaser and a Taboo Child who had been training far longer than any of them. Last time, he was jet-lagged, hungover, and in nightwear. Today he had come prepared for a fight. 

“Fools.” Ume spat out involuntarily. 

“Yes, yes. You guys are terrifying with your new powers you’ve barely had for 48 hours. Especially you guys who don’t even know how to fight. What shall I do?” Zac mocked them, pouring cold water on quite a few of their heads. 

“So what’s the task today? You want us to make you bleed again?” Kenji asked sarcastically. 

“No, that’ll be boring. This time, there is no task. You guys have the next 12 hours to kick my ass to your heart's content. If you can. Come up in Teams or all together; it doesn’t matter.” Zac chuckled as he walked down the dirt mound, and the mask reformed around his face.  

“So, who’s first?” A metallic voice rang from behind the mask. 

Zac knew well that they would be too proud to come at him all at once. This taunt was nothing more than to get under their skin. As Zac was thinking, a team came forward. Zac tilted his head towards the side.

“You guys, huh?” Zac was a little surprised. 

“You guys didn’t get enough last time?” Zac mocked them even more. 

This group had gone up to fight him more than anyone else on Day 3. They were rather tenacious. They had proper coordination, and they synergized reasonably well. They were a solid group. They just weren’t enough. The team leader looked rather upset with Zac’s remarks and made a simple hand motion. The group then charged him.

“Not using your Programs? Wow…” Zac seemed insulted as they charged at him. With nothing more than their weapons. Zac entered a low crouching fighting stance with two daggers primed.

The 5 of them were multiple times stronger and faster than before and had much better control over their bodies. However, no matter how they attacked, they couldn’t lay a hand on Zac. The smiles on the spectating recruits' faces began to slowly fade as they heard the metallic laughter of Zac fill the area. 

Kenji’s eyes narrowed as he watched Zac every movement. He was much faster than day 3, much sharper and cleaner. As he commented  Zac's movements to memory, there was no room for improvement he could deduce. Or at least nothing he could currently achieve. 

“Perfection, as it should be. It’s over.” Kenji whispered, as Ume looked over her shoulder at him. 

Suddenly the Team stopped in their tracks. Everyone looked up to see Zac sitting on top of a mound of dirt.

“Let me put you Tiny Tots on some game. Number 1, being Chasers doesn't make you invincible. You still need to train your body and your awareness. Number 2, those Nano-Machines are exactly that, machines. They share some of the same weaknesses.” Zac clenched his fist, and the Team of recruits that were bound in place all screamed as electricity coursed through their bodies. As the electricity flowed, everyone saw the almost imperceivable wires binding them. Those wires used bits of the surrounding poles and obstructions as anchors. 

“For instance, overloading them. Now you won’t be able to use your Program for the next 5 minutes even if you wanted to.” Zac chuckled as the Team crumbled to the ground.

“When did he?” The recruits began to become anxious. None of them had seen him using wire. Hell, even the ones fighting him didn’t pick up on it until it was too late. Expect Kenji. Ume looked at him and then smirked. 

“Number 3, and this is the most important thing. Do you know why I spend so much time studying your Programs? It’s because that’s the only thing that concerns me. I’ve never understood it. Even with the Nano-Machines, you Chasers always seem so… weak and slow. The only thing of note is your Programs.” Zac's metallic voice rang out towards the recruits. 

It made sense to some of them. Zac was a Taboo Child, his physical prowess far exceeded normal humans. Since he had no Program, the only thing he could do was train his body. 

After getting their Programs, they all understand how complex they could be. They’d need to spend most of their free time experimenting and studying their abilities. Most of them would have little time to train their bodies. Trying to overpower Zac without their Programs was a fool's errand. 

Many thought of getting revenge on Zac without the need to use their Programs. The reality of that not being possible hurt a great deal of their pride. They started to understand why Zac had the moniker “The Anomaly .” Nothing really made sense when it came to him.

“It’d be better to consider him as a Chaser whose Program increases his physical attributes beyond common sense,” Watabe stated to his Team. 

“Ume, what do you think our chances are?” Watabe asked. 

“If what everyone told me is true, then 50%,” Ume answered as she crossed her arms.

“Just 50%, even with me.” 

“Yes, Kenji, even with your Program. If what you told us is true, while impressive, it’s only giving us about an extra 10% at most. I don’t think you understand how deep Sensei Zac’s mind goes. Nothing he does is pointless. Even now.” Ume commented as Zac commanded someone to pick up the unconscious Team. 

“Who’s next?” Zac called out after the training field was cleared of the defeated Team.