“That’s not an easy question to answer. Please take my advice to heart.”
“…Yes.”
“During my time as the principal here, I’ve seen many talented individuals. Some were cadets with promising futures, while others possessed extraordinary abilities far beyond the level of mere cadets.”
“All of them displayed brilliant talent, but the brighter their talents shone, the more problems they encountered. Some of these brilliant talents always ended up destroying themselves.”
The principal Is someone who has witnessed the most superhumans within the Human Alliance.
He has seen their pasts, their growth, and their present.
There is no one more knowledgeable about superhumans than him in the entire Human Alliance.
“It pained me to see them. But in all my time, I’ve never encountered anyone with talent like yours or your companions’.”
“Haha.”
He’s putting me on the same level as them? That’s truly astonishing.
“You are all very special. That’s why I’m even more concerned.”
The principal looked me straight in the eye as he spoke.
“Don’t let your talent consume you. You might be an irreplaceable treasure for humanity.”
His praise is overwhelming.
For some reason, my head feels heavy as I hold his gaze.
“Why is this old man rambling too much? That what you are thinking right ahaaha!
“No, this is the first time I’ve heard such words from you. I wonder if the expectations you have placed might be too high…”
“They are not too high at all. Trust my judgment. Oh, and one last thing—regarding the situation on Planet Frunschia, I’d like to express my gratitude on behalf of the Human Alliance.”
With those words, the principal gave me another gentle smile.
“Now, hurry and get out of here. And before you go, spray some of that deodorizer by the door.”
“This old man, seriously…”
“And don’t forget to give my regards to Miss Rose. Let her know I’m waiting with some very special cookies. Haha.”
He’s consistent to the end.
A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
No wonder he’s remained unmarried all this time.
In any case, my meeting with the principal laid the groundwork.
This marks the beginning of the original story.
I’ve now established a connection that will naturally allow me to approach the CSPA union’s protective shelters.
‘The protagonist is probably still just a kid.’
Thinking about the protagonist’s current situation gives me a headache.
There are so many things the protagonist needs to do, yet he’s still just a child who hasn’t even fully grown.
I consider making contact now, but I hesitate, fearing that I might disrupt the flags that need to be set.
‘I’ll have to wait for now.’
In the end, my greatest insurance is the people of Miracle Generation, who represent this era.
I left the principal’s office and headed to the lounge.
Before my training session with Rose, I need to replenish my energy.
*
Since the recent incident, the cadets’ interest in RTA tactics has significantly increased.
Even those who initially struggled to adapt to the vivid depictions of the horrors of war started to realize that this isn’t just a class—it could be a matter of life and death—and began making efforts to get accustomed to it.
As a result, discussion sessions were regularly held.
Cadets with similar experiences gathered to discuss which tactics were most effective.
When they encountered difficulties, they would seek advice from cadets with higher commander levels.
Perhaps because of this, the academy was experiencing its most vibrant period since the beginning of the semester.
“Leonard, we’re having a discussion on RTA tactics tonight at our ‘General’ meeting. Would you be able to attend?”
“Excuse me. Can’t you see I was speaking first?”
“Oh, I didn’t see you because you’re so short.”
Two girls were engaging in a subtle confrontation in front of me.
They were trying to recruit me, who ranked number one in commander level among first- and second-year cadets in RTA tactics.
At first, I enjoyed it a little.
Seeing those who once stood tall now trying to curry favor with me wasn’t unpleasant.
But that feeling was very brief.
“I’m sorry, I’m not available today. But I’ll definitely attend next time if I can.”
“Really? That’s a shame.”
Popularity comes with its inconveniences.
Moreover, as someone with limited talent trying to keep up with geniuses, I was running out of time.
I had no choice but to decline most of their requests.
‘If I keep turning them down, their interest might cool off.’
Of course, there’s nothing I can do about it for now.
Interest in the subject is at its peak, and since that incident, I’ve been consistently achieving high scores in RTA tactics for the past two weeks, so even those who once dismissed my success as a fluke are starting to change their minds.
“Lemon!”
When I arrived at the meeting point, Rose was there.
After some deliberation, I decided to stick with her today.
“Shall we go right away?”
“Yes, we can go now.”
The alien I had requested had arrived.
It felt like receiving a long-awaited package.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come along?”
“It’s nothing special.”
“Good. I was really curious!”
My ability doesn’t reveal anything on the surface.
I’ve never seen it myself, but I imagine it just looks like I’m zoning out.
Whatever it is, it’s not likely to be a particularly impressive sight.
Rose and I arrived at the restricted area together.
A new facility had been created due to my request.
The manager verified our identities and escorted us inside.
“You’ve left them completely untied.”
“Yes. Unlike last time, there’s plenty of space this time. The facility is also on a whole different level. And if you wish, you can keep these creatures alive for a long time, so feel free to handle them as you like.”
“That’s good news. Thank you.”
“I’m just the manager. If you want to thank someone, it should be the principal.”
Inside the transparent containment area was the alien.
There were several similar containment areas, each housing different types of aliens.
As I requested, they were all Class 1 Dangerous Aliens, except for the Raccoon and the Hideous Worm.