C 23. Red

Class 4 is the last class before a person graduates from group training. That means these school things will carry on till we reach class 4.

From then, every person will undergo individual training. Because by then, the instructors and the scientist might have figured out how our ability works.

And thus, a personalized training will be issued. They usually say, even though there are similar abilities, like fire and fire, there was a possibility of a minor difference between them.

Trip to class was uneventful. I sit at the table that I sat on before. Immediately, my programming took effect, my hand started tapping.

After the numbers were tapped, the screen popped on. I looked at it to see if there was something new. Yep, there was some information regarding today's lesson.

I swear, looking at the table, I felt like it was sighing. Well, it might be my imagination, but that triggers me to continue.

I pretend as if I'm going to read more of the info. Before I extended my hand to an empty table behind me and tapped quickly.

I did not get the response I expected. I thought I would feel as if something was annoyed. But that feeling did not come.

Maybe that sighing I felt from the table was only my imagination!

Well, that did not deter me from continuing. I will tap the empty table when the screen is on, the one on my table will be off.

I keep repeating the circle until the class is full. And I did not feel any response from whatever I'm annoying.

I walked to my neighbour's seat, the one that was my neighbour in the dorm. His name is Charles.

"Hi, Charles. Do you mind if you tell me how the class 4 fight was?"

He was a mature man and easygoing. He began telling me the story. It turns out that the fight was between two people. One has super strength and the other can control wind.

There was no winner between them, but from people's observation, the Super strength guy is stronger.

He took blows after blows, but he kept getting up. Another thing was, despite the other guy having wind, he is still slower than his opponent.

All in all, the wind guy is an older and experienced fighter than the other, that is why he drags till time out.

The wind guy himself said that in a few months or a year the other guy will best him. What the strength guy needs are experience and strategies in a fight.

It turns out, one of the categories of ability users is Enhancer. They have super strength and durability.

While Charles was telling me the story, I was always tapping on his table before I shifted to the table closest to him. Then another.

Haha, I laughed deep down, I'm beginning to have that feeling that someone is annoyed by me.

Well, Charles' friends are, because one of them shoved my hand away from his table. Another one said I should please stop.

After I finished listening to the fight, I walked back to my seat, when a crazy idea came up. To annoy that person, why not tap on the whole class table!

Argh, they will say, this guy is from a village. Tsk…. I was about to sit when I just stood and started tapping from the empty table from behind.

I constructed a poker face and thickened my skin to increase my shamelessness. And then I commenced on my project.

After I finished the first row from the back, I saw the whiteboard lit on and words showing that the instructor will be here in ten minutes.

There is not enough time to go through all the tables. Then I began to pick a random table with people sitting on it, many of them were just waiting while others were fiddling with their info.

One, two, three, I changed row, one, two, on third, the guy stopped me. He glared at me and I glared at him back. All this with my thick skin.

Another row on a table I bent and started tapping, from my peripheral vision I saw the seated person was raising her hand to stop me.

But, what caught my attention was, her hand was different. A curiosity that I felt from the white facility kicked again, this time a bit different and for this girl.

I looked at her immediately. She looked pissed. Well, I understand that she was reading something from her info when I barged and tapped on her table.

A small girl, small beautiful face. That was not my point of interest. My eyes triggered and then I no longer see her normally.

What I saw was intense red. Yes, red is pulsing within the veins on her face. My eyes slowly scan her.

From her face, neck. Her little bulges on the chest and then her stomach. I saw an outline of veins that had an intense red flowing through them.

Her hand, to the elbow that was exposed, has thick red veins emitting pressure with a tiny bit of red hue.

An indescribable excitement built from deep inside me. I didn't know when I smiled and looked at her face.

There was no longer anger on her, but a silently hidden curiosity. She saw me smiling. That is when her lips curl a bit upward, that only with a great eye one will notice it!

Looking back at the table where my hand was tapping. Three large red worlds were written.

[NOT YOUR TABLE]

I can feel the resentment from it. The words are even blinking. I raised my hand to tap when I heard.

"Take your seat, please."

"Yes, sir," I said out loud. Then I looked at the girl again, but now she was back to normal.

Back to my seat. And as usual, I tapped, but a screen did not pop on.

"Hmmm, avoiding me?" I said out loud.

...

The class was boring. Explaining and explaining, It took him about one and half hours explaining to us how they were able to categorize Ability wielders.