The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: 348 | An Endorsement and a Fruit Basket

The next three hours taught me something about politics that Diane had tried to explain for nine years and I’d never fully absorbed until I lived it.

Campaigning was not about convincing people you were the best option. Campaigning was about making people feel like they’d already decided to vote for you and you were simply confirming their excellent taste.

I started with the easy ones.

Finn sat in the common room threading invisible filaments between his fingers in geometric patterns that caught the light when the angle was right. He didn’t look up when I dropped onto the couch beside him, but the pattern he was weaving shifted by about two degrees, which was Finn’s version of rolling out a welcome mat.

"I’m not going to give you a speech," I said.

"Good. I hate speeches."

"I just want you to know that if I win, the first thing I’m bringing to faculty is the equipment checkout system. Three forms for a set of training weights is two forms too many."

Finn’s filament pattern paused for a full second. That was the equivalent of a standing ovation from someone whose emotional range typically operated between mild interest and slightly less mild interest.

"That’s been bothering me since Tuesday," he said.

"I know."

"How."

"Because it’s been bothering me since Tuesday and you’re the only other person in this building who cares about unnecessary process overhead."

The filament pattern resumed. Finn didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. The vote was locked.

Maribelle required a different approach altogether. I found her in the third floor hallway carrying what appeared to be a fruit smoothie in one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other, her honey-blonde waves catching the late afternoon light streaming through the corridor windows. The sundress from earlier had been swapped out for a fitted tank top and shorts that showed off legs that could have sold running shoes in a catalog, but the real attention-grabber was her tail. It swished behind her with the lazy confidence of someone who’d stopped apologizing for her Branded features sometime around middle school and never looked back.

"I’m going to be direct," I said as I approached.

"Baby, you don’t know any other way." Her golden eyes swept me from shoes to hairline in approximately one point three seconds, cataloging and dismissing whatever she found there in the same motion. "You’re here about the vote."

"I’m here about Rina."

That stopped the tail mid-swish. Maribelle’s expression shifted from casual assessment to genuine attention.

"Rina’s struggling with the conditioning schedule," I continued. "The pacing structure doesn’t account for Aspect types that prioritize sustained deployment over burst output. If I win, I’m bringing that data to faculty. Percy’s already mapped it."

"Percy mapped it."

"Percy maps everything. That’s what Percy does."

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