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Is perfection truly achievable?
I believe such words is nothing but ironic itself.
If so, what does one mean when he says
"PERFECTION"
Simply put, it means without flaws, something without blemishes and a stain.... a blank surface.
So i was still confused on why the Nursery's goal is to make the prime human?
It is inevitable that it does succeed, how ever, without a doubt i am not the most successful or the closest to the perfect being such as a human.
The students in the Nursery are simply a blank slate, whatever is taught to us we absorb quickly, but how quickly does one absorbs these teaching's, intelligence and knowledge is what sets everybody apart.
I on the other hand, i comprehend things at a slow rate compared to the rest demons.
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" 42 maybe the closest to the goal of our organization"
" He may be a bit closer to the Others we made in the past"
I looked at the professor's who was talking in groups about my score against the machine i almost broke my past records.
" The machine….. i-it was almost beaten by this child. The only one to ever do that was him"
The Eisa, is a machine that made no mistakes, no flaws….. it was the peak of logical and analytical thinking. A game that involves pure critical thinking.
The rules are simple from my perspective but twisted when applying strategies. So it's a game of chess but the rules of chess aren't applied here, it allows the opposing player to make a whole piece with it's own move set.
The concepts of this game is to see how adaptive students are by letting the opponent put the situation upside down and still coming out victorious.
I have never been able to win against Eisa.
Only a handful had been able to and i will never be able to meet them.
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The calculations and formulas we memorize, since we were little, as young as the age of eight, we have been tasked with making a whole new formula in class today.
The professor called a student to come up to make a demonstration on the board.
"You 203!! "
He stood up, walks up to the professor and took the marker from his grasp.
*Tap*
*Tap*
He finished his calculations with slight alterations with the formulas for quicker solutions to the problem.
"234!!"
A girl comes up, and the same she took the marker and made her calculations with a surprisedly shorter illustration that even the bit lack of concentration would mess up the whole flow, but she finished it anyways.
The professor called everyone, me included also, we moved to the next activity for the day.
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We moved to the next room, i would call it a hall anyway, seeing it's spacious interior.
*Slam*
A boy was flipped up and over with a judo throw by a girl.
We all dressed up in a completely black Martail Art attire for giving us unlimited movements.
Now we sat down on our knees, forming a circle in the middle for space for sparring sessions.
The Martial Arts instructor came in with six other instructors.
The room reaks of fear
These men have always ought to traumatize us just by their appearance, the Nursery Martial Arts instructor's.
I remembered when i was six, they didn't even seem to hesitate in taking out your ribs. I was sure if they're given the orders to kill they would do it with ease and no regrets.
Now the real hell begins.
All six Martial Artists where to be fought at once, no one on one, which made the task a bit difficult.
I sat there as the first candidate went on the ring with a poker face, but i could tell from his footsteps that he was shaking.
The Instructors surrounded him like a prey. He assumes a judo pose, it was the best for defense but.....
* Bam*
*thud*
He should have taken Aikido for a counterattack measure, it was the most logical cause there is no way that he can defend six Instructors who are Martial Artists at once.
He slammed his back to the ground but he stood up tanking the first few blow's. He took his judo pose once again but they simply outclassed him in speed to which he can't even react.
*Bam*
Again against the ground, he stood up again and one of the Instructor already made a move to destroy the boy's legs, but he made slight jump and hit the Instructor's leg while taking his arm and breaking it at the shoulder.
The Instructor didn't show any signs of pain but did this intead.
*Craaaaack*
He cracks his leg back in place and his shoulder also, leaving the boy in shock. Although this happened in the span of 4 second it still gave the other 5 Instructors time to attack him, knocking him out.
I was called upon next.
"42 !! to the ring"
I walked to the ring as the other students gave me space, avoiding me like the plague with fear in their eyes.
I stood still in the middle of the ring surrounded by the Instructors, i observed their every move, cause since the age of 6 they alway attack me in 67 patterns, we are human after all we also act in certain patterns which makes us predictable. With enough observations and analysis of their attacks i can rest easy.
The Instructor on my left launched a right hook but i countered with left hand directing his hook the other way from my head and proceeded to take him out with a clear but devastating punch to his jawline. I kicked him in the chest, away from me and focused attention on the other two who were coming my way, while the rest three watched me.
I changed my stance to engage in Wing Chun and stopped the upcoming blow directed to my face, pushing the Instructor's arm with my forearm while kicking the other Instructor who was aiming for my abdomen and knocked him out also.
*swoosh*
A kick from nowhere appears nearly at my neck, so i gave a gap and grabbed the leg firmly and kicked the other leg supporting the Instructor's weight of the floor.
*Thud*
The other two Instructors had a weary look on their face for a moment, i overwhelmed them with speed and enclosed the distance.
*Bam*
The Instructor blocked with ease and proceed to lauch a gentle palm at me which i deflected, leaving him open, then pi took the advantage and went for his chin with my knuckles.
*Thud*
He stopped it again, and guided his fast upcoming hand to the left side lf my head.
*Thud*
I blocked it luckily for me, i would have been out cold. I grabbed his hand under my armpit followed with a spinning elbow to his rib cage.
* Bam*
He tried gaining his focus but the pain was too much on his rib i probably broke, i took hold of his attire's collar and slammed him against the ground.
His subordinate came in clutch but i went behind him and grabbed him in the stomach with my two arms and performed a suplex.
*Bam*
After the end of the activity, i was tested in a separate room.
"His not breathing erratically, infact his heart rate is completely normal"
"His brain patterns isn't fazed or altered at all during the fight, he's steadily reading every move his opponents make."
One of them walked up to me
" Is there anything wrong with you"
I wondered a bit... but this is the norm
"No"
Is that really the case...