[SKILL]

On March 19, 2077. A major event went and changed everything. Animals started mutating into monstrous creatures, no one knows what happened, when it exactly happened, or who started it. All we know, is that the world changed, for the worse.

It wasn't all that bad, people was given a tool to fight back. At the age of 18, people suddenly started getting abilities, superpowers to be exact called [Skill]. Like the mutation, this was a mystery. Everyone at the age of 18 started gaining mysterious abilities. Some used it for good, some for themselves, and some just wanted a normal life.

My name is Ventura Collins, and I'm turning 18.

1...2...3 "Hooray!! It's my 18th birthday!!" Ventura stated with joy. His face went on a monotone expression. "Who am I kidding. I'm all alone" he stated with a sigh. Suddenly a burst of energy came through him, "Finally!" He stated.

A loud thud was heard by the neighbors, followed by a grunt.

Ventura was sobbing. "Appraisal!? Are you kidding me!!?" He stated with agony. He cried himself to sleep, who wouldn't cry themselves to bed when you're living a shitty life and your only hope being as shitty as you. But then again, who was there to blame?

As Ventura woke up he started preparing for the day. Yawns "What a night" he said with complete tiredness on his voice, then he quickly added, "that felt like a hungover". As Ventura suits up for his interview at the most prestigious institution for young adults with [Skill]s commonly known as hunters that hunt the animals that mutated. VPNHA (VULKE'S POINT NATIONAL HUNTER ASSOCIATION) It is more like a school for aspiring hunters, built by the greatest hunter in history, Mr. Vulke a hunter with near immeasurable power.

'It's interview day, I must not waver' Ventura thought. Ventura trained in iron fist, so his hands are as unbreakable as steel and he's planning to hide it as his [Skill]. "So Mr. Collins" The interviewer said. "Have you received your [Skill]?" The interviewer asked. "Certainly, I have received it last night" Ventura said while sweating. "Good, we don't want a non [Skill]'ed people get caught up in the mix" he said while taking out a device that has an opening big enough for a finger to fit. "But just to be sure, I took out my 'analyzer', it will detect if you have a trace of [Skill] in you." The interviewer said.

As the machine scanned Ventura's finger, he was positive. "Good, you do have a [Skill] do you have any idea what it is?" The interviewer asked. "Well, my hands are now extra hard than normal." Ventura lies. "Certainly, not a unique ability but practical nonetheless." The interviewer stated. "Since you signed up in our final day of recruitment. You're going to 'Section Falcon', I wouldn't say it's the weakest link, but many students from past years say so, just because strong aspiring hunters are usually early." The interviewer said to him. Ventura's heart was shattered but he couldn't afford to show it to the interviewer, as he feels like it would be a disrespect to the interviewer.

Back at home, many of his neighbor could hear loud banging coming from his lonely apartment. "Why!? Why that wretched section!!" He screamed in agony. "I would be fine with anything else! But that!" He banged his bedroom wall until it broke down. As he calmed down a little he cooked dinner and went and took a rest.

~The next morning~

As Ventura rose up, he went and got ready for his first day as a trainee in the prestigious hunter school. As he rode off he said goodbye to his lovely neighbors that understood his pain, even without fully knowing his troubles.

As he went inside, and went pass the gate, he couldn't help but be in awe as how well maintained, fortified, and clean the institution was. But he also couldn't help but be sad about his predicament. As he tries to find his classroom. He accidentally went in the 'Section Eagle' aka the most stereotypically the greatest section in all of the institution.

As he went in a girl greeted him. "Well hello there, are you my new classmate?" Ventura was awestruck by her beauty, but he slowly regained himself. "Uhh, I.. I'm not s-sure. Is this the 'Section Falcon'?" He asked while stuttering. The girls expression then turned to pure disgust. "Ewww, go away!" The girl said. The other students cheer her on saying, "Damn Ava", "Savage at it's finest" as the students laughed at Ventura.

"Go away dummy, this is 'Section Eagle' you don't belong here." Ventura was devastated, as he walks back, he can feel embarrassment chasing, while choking his throat, it was a feeling he swore not to happen to him again. As he continued to find his 'Section' he finally got the right one. "You're late, Mr. Collins" the instructress stated.

The room was full of guys, having 30 guys and 6 girls. It was a massive amounts of boys compared to girls, but who was to blame? All pretty girls were always on time. As he sat at the back table. There were three table one on the right, the other on the left, and the other one was at the center back of the class.

In there, he sat with a guy named 'William Anderson', 'Kevin Nocturne', 'Frenz Mino', and 'Eddie Mallanez'. All of them respectfully are close friends. As the instructress introduced herself as 'Ms. Sarah Jean', a 26 year old woman, with curvy proportions. As everyone else was done introducing themselves, Ventura was now introducing himself. "I am Ventura, and my [Skill] is 'Iron Fist'." The instructress stared right through his soul. "Interesting" the instructress stated. "Anyways back to our topic" the instructress quickly changed the topic.

As the lesson ended, the instructress called upon him. "Mr. Collins, may we have a talk?" "What seems to be the problem, Ms.?" Ventura asked. "I have the feeling you weren't honest, can we have a talk?"

To be continued...