The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: 206 | The First Day of School Is A Superpower Talent Show [PS BONUS]

I dismissed my constructs and walked back toward the group, feeling Steele’s attention on me like a physical weight between my shoulder blades. She hadn’t bought the adrenaline excuse. I hadn’t expected her to. The goal wasn’t convincing her I was telling the truth. The goal was establishing that I’d give reasonable-sounding answers when pressed, which meant pushing harder would cost her time without producing better results.

She’d come back to it later. I could feel that certainty the way you feel weather changing.

"Holt, Caden."

Caden peeled himself off the grass where he’d been lying flat since arriving, somehow managing to look like he’d been interrupted during something more important than a combat assessment. He ambled toward the center of the field with his hands in his pockets and his blonde hair falling across his face in a way that looked accidental and absolutely was not.

"Refract," he said, and the word came out sounding like he was ordering takeout. "Light manipulation. I bend it, redirect it, mess with how things look."

He snapped his fingers.

The air around him shimmered. Not dramatically, not with the explosive visual impact of Ren’s terrain restructuring or my spectral constructs. The change was subtler than that. Caden simply stopped being where he appeared to be. His body remained in the center of the field, but the light around him warped just enough that your eyes kept sliding past him, refusing to lock on. You could see the grass behind him through a faintly distorted outline, like looking through old glass.

"Partial invisibility at the low end," Caden continued, his voice coming from slightly to the left of where his outline suggested he stood. "Full invisibility if I commit to it, but that eats stamina. Flash bursts for disorientation. I can make zones of visual garbage that throw off targeting."

A burst of white light exploded from approximately where Caden’s hands should have been, bright enough that I flinched and heard Percy let out a noise behind me. The flash lasted maybe half a second before dying completely, leaving purple afterimages swimming across my field of vision.

"That’s the fun stuff," Caden said, his outline resolving back into solid form as he dropped the refraction. He was grinning. The scar on his left eyebrow lifted with the expression. "People don’t usually see the followup."

Steele’s face remained utterly still. "You’re performing at approximately sixty percent of your demonstrated entrance exam capability."

Caden’s grin didn’t waver. "Sixty sounds about right."

"That’s not a compliment, Holt."

"Didn’t take it as one."

I caught Marco covering a laugh with his hand from three spots down the line. Steele’s jaw did something very controlled and very deliberate.

"Reset. Step back." She said it flat, the same words she’d used for everyone, but the temperature behind them had changed. Caden walked back toward us with his hands still in his pockets, and Marco fist-bumped him without either of them looking at each other, a motion so rehearsed it had become pure instinct.

The demonstrations continued in alphabetical order. Vivienne Cross went next, and the temperature on the field dropped several degrees when she activated her Aspect. Not literally. Nothing about her ability involved temperature manipulation. But her presence shifted the moment Cipher went active, something about the way she held herself communicating that she was now receiving information about every person within ten feet of her.

She didn’t explain much. Placed a mark on a training dummy through brief contact, then detonated it from twenty feet away. The dummy’s torso sparked and smoked. The other students went very quiet.

"Electromagnetic tagging and detonation," she said, her voice carrying that particular quality of someone who has chosen each word in advance and sees no reason to add more.

Steele said nothing for a moment. Then: "Efficient."

Vivienne smiled. Just barely. "Thank you."

After Vivienne came the demonstrations that turned the field into something closer to a carnival than a military evaluation.

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