Gradually.

Opening his eyes, Orion examines the room of the first-aid post.

"My body hurts all over..."

— Hey kid, how are you?Kyle asks.

Rising Orion responds.

— It could have been better.

— Consider it a small price to pay for overcoming the limit.

— Maybe…

— I can congratulate you, you don't need to write a report.You were able to hurt me.Kyle praises Orion.

— But I have a question for you.I've spent decades controlling every drop of water and the Water Dragon is my most detailed attack.So how did you, a super who doesn't specialize in hydrokinesis, come up to my level?

— Well, here only with the help of God.— The guy starts.— Poseidon is the Lord of the Seas, all water obeys him.I just imagined the image of the western dragon and its breath.The water formed the dragon subconsciously because of my will, probably…

Kyle has no words.

"Does it all come down to the fact that this white-haired one is special?"

— Okay, I get you.

— And by the way, about the report.I've already done most of it and I don't need you to do it for me.

- hm.You're weird, Orion.

— There is such a thing.

The guy decides to do what he always wanted.

— Instead of a report, could you tell me your story?

Kyle raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at Orion.

— That's it?

— In general, yes…

— Okay, so be it.Kyle agrees.— Where should I start?I wanted to become strong.Very strong.So that avalanches would come from my wave from the mountains and walk on the water like a god.

— And why did you need the power?

— I wanted to surpass my older sister.She was one of the strongest spirits in the world, the one who controls the waves, the embodiment of the Typhoon, Oksana Barrow.

— I devoted myself to training in order to be recognized.Oksana was the sun that radiated a strong light, and I was just a shadow that was always trailing behind.

— I dropped everything, family, friends, communication with people.Every day of training was a repetition of the previous one.But one day everything changed.

— My sister died during the mission.With all her strength, she was helpless.

— You probably know that in the battle against Haydiz, none of the team of the strongest warriors gathered by Atlantean survived.

— I denied her death, I couldn't believe it.I had to surpass her.Defeat in a fair fight…My dreams have been destroyed, and I am broken.

The sadness was visible in Kyle's eyes.

— 2 years have passed since I recovered from Oksana's death.I decided that I would continue what I had started.I will become the strongest super.

— Wandering around the world, I saw everything.How the poor ate earthen cakes, how gifted geniuses became garbage after gaining power.I climbed to the top of the mountains, learned the basics of the work of my power.I found teachers specializing in hydrogenesis or physics.

— I learned how to create clouds in rooms, turn water into ice, read every movement of the enemy through the change in humidity around me.

"Why didn't you use it against me?"

Kyle looked at Orion like he was an idiot.

— I teach you through beatings, and not just beat you on a whim.

— Understood…

— Working as a hero, I realized what kind of people really are.There are no "normal" among the strong.All of them with their cockroaches in their heads.They were only interested in money, power and strength.Money gives power, and power gives opportunities.They used every opportunity to become stronger.

After being silent for a while, Kyle continues.

—It is very difficult to see real rescuers in action.No one knows them, except those whom they saved.Especially old rescuers.- Kyle bows his head down, -the old man was only 50 years old and he sacrificed himself to save a little boy…

— He was for you…

— He was my teacher.I came to him only for strength.But after he had finished with me, he said that he would "correct" my vision.

— His strength was in the rain.When it rained, he was omnipotent.Saving people, he taught me restraint, caution and attentiveness.

— It was thanks to him that I decided to get a job here.

Kyle got up from his chair and walked over to the window.

"I think I've said enough to satisfy your curiosity." Kyle said, standing with his back to Orion.

— Thank you for fulfilling the request.

— Orion, I have told you all the known information about myself.Maybe a little more.This is a very strange request.You're asking to reveal a person's soul.No report is worth it.

Kyle turns his head towards the guy.

— If necessary, I will tell you everything about myself.Do not meddle in the personal space of others.

Kyle's face was like a stone mask, just as calm.

— Never.— The practitioner is finishing.

— I…I understand you…

— Better get ready for the competition.

***

An abandoned building, rays of light fell into it through boarded-up windows.

Weeds have grown through the concrete floor.

A place that no one needs, a place without any value.

The pink-eyed amplifier was looking at the envelope in his hand.

"The envelope, really?Am I in the nineteenth century?"

Opening it, the guy notices the instructions.

—There will be a competition among supers in the USP, an ideal place.Because of your past actions, everyone knows that something is going on.A Class D fighter will come to your aid, with him you will have a better chance of success.Complete this task and you will get everything you dream of.

"To get to where there are a lot of secrets?Does he want to kill me?The security system in USP does not go to any comparison with ordinary universities.How... how... how?"

"If I go ahead, then these students will be ordered not to use their abilities. We need to do everything quietly, if I make a mistake somewhere, then everything is over.

Massaging his forehead, Pinkie thinks about how to approach the solution of the problem given to him.

A Class D fighter is strong, but if he enters the game, he will still go down the drain.

"Wait, and if I divert all the attention to him and strengthen the students with emotional reinforcement, then everything should work."

A crooked smile formed on the guy's face.

"So, where is this fighter?Maybe there's his number in the envelope?"

Examining the envelope and the contents of the letter, Pinkie finds the number of the fighter.

After dialing the number, the guy calls his future partner.

The beep of the phone goes all over the abandoned building.

— Allo.-A stern voice came from the speaker.

— Allo, it's Pinkie.

— Pinkie?Good.Meet me at seven-thirty near the cafe "Golden Pens".

- OK.And now…

— We'll talk at the meeting place.

The man hangs up the phone without paying attention to the words of the interlocutor.

— Are you fucking serious?We'll talk at the meeting place.I know that we can't get fired up even when talking on the phone, but still!

Pinkie complained looking at the phone.

*Fuuuh*

— Okay, let's meet this bastard.It's good that this is the last mission in this city.

"Yes, it is more difficult to cause a fuss in the city than in villages and suburbs."