Trump card

The train stopped smoothly, announcing its arrival in the city of Shitori. It is the largest city in the dawn zone bordering dusk. It was here that the main training base of the Rumbus clan was located. And for a certain fee, any fighter could come to the city and test himself in the wild, compete with other teams and simply expand his horizons.

There was also an academy at the training base, which turns children into fighters of at least grade F. Having jumped out of the carriage, the Bee rushed to the academy with a large bag on his back. Under two meters, bald, slightly plump with a childish face, he easily stood out in the city crowd.

The people around hastily made way for him. Of course, this is not because of the aura or some kind of bloodlust. This is due to the dirt and stench that has accumulated over the month in the wild. Unlike the carriages, there were no air fresheners on the streets.

***

There were only a few teenagers in the mission hall. They recognized Bee at once.

— Welcome back Bee.

— Bee, what's in the bag? Gifts for friends?

— Friends? What friends? Why don't I know about them? - with a grin muttered Bee.

Bee went straight to the resource department. Without haste, with a smile on his face, looking around and slowly nodding his head. The teenagers, realizing where he was going, also rushed there.

Finally, Bi walked over to a 4x2 meter table for corpses and dumped the contents of the bag. Three skins, three skulls with sharp teeth, and some bones.

— Not bad, not bad young man. Two beasts of E rank and one of D rank. You will definitely shine on the exam.

Bee silently looked at the appraiser, twitching his eyebrows.

— Yes, yes now, - said the appraiser, removing the trophies. After a couple of seconds, Bee felt two notifications. One for replenishing a personal account, the other for replenishing training points.

Satisfied with the numbers, Bee sat down on the table and looked at the guys, showing with all his appearance: "Well, how do you like that?"

— With an E grade physique, it is quite possible to defeat a beast of E rank. But D

rank ... Bi definitely hides some trump cards.

— Bee, can you join my team for the exam?

— Eh, I would have a physique E.

— Bee, let's share the secrets.

Physique E of Bi was the envy in the academy. This is possible either because of natural bloodline, or because of expensive medicine, or inheriting an awakened artificial bloodline with a chance of one in forty million.

The majority were inclined towards the first case. Big money is clearly not for Bee. He was thrown into an orphanage on one of the Rambus clan planets when he was a baby. After the discovery of his physique, he was immediately transferred to this academy. If other children entered the academy at the age of ten or twelve, then Bee grew up in it from the cradle. Bee is, so to speak, a child of the academy. He didn't even live in a dorm with everyone.

— Hmm, what secrets this bastard has, - a cold voice was heard from behind Bee.

Bee sedately turned around and looked with a bored look at Malcolm, who was leading the group of guys.

— I suppose, you just secretly begged for a D-grade gun, and now putting on airs. By the way, Bee, on the exam you will not alone E from now.

Malcolm with a smirk pointed his thumb at his chest. And the henchmen began to scornfully scoff.

— Birthday present.

— That, probably, you became sad, you almost never get gifts? Hahah!

— Yes, I would like to, but no one knows when he was born. Hahah!

— Exactly, but we don't even know how old he really is! This cornstalk can only be twenty, not fifteen. Hahah!

Money of Malcolm also was the envy in the academy. Malcolm was always surrounded by "loyal" friends, whom he often treated to food in the city. The canteen food sucks. Taste is not the main thing for food. And the chefs' motto is "Get used to shit, kids, there are no delicacies on the battlefield."

Bee silently checked the sharpness of his left thumbnail by rubbing it on his right thumb.

— And Bee, what a stench? You should have washed as you come here, after all, this is a public place! Hahaha! - and all of Malcolm's henchmen ostentatiously waved their hand at the nose.

— Oyyoy, how delicate we are, - replied Bee, - Druller will fart, and you probably faint. Pkh, and these people are going to take exams. Mmm, actually, I really have a trump.

Bee looked around and smiled mysteriously.

— Even if you find out, it won't help you. Why waste time then?

Bee got up from the table and went to the exit.

Watching Bee, Malcolm said dully:

— Annoying bastard. Let's go!

***

Back in the room, Malcolm gave vent to his feelings.

"Smug bastard! How this bald, his eternally condescending tone infuriates me. No respect! What are these trump cards? You will see, I will become the best in the exam. Do you think we part so easily? No. Yes, that's right, I will teach you a farewell lesson so that you will remember for a lifetime! As a keepsake from me, ha ha ha!"