Training

The people with superpowers were considered special among those with golden eyes. To wield these powers at will required immense control, something far from easy to achieve.

For individuals under eighteen, it typically took nearly two years of rigorous training, while for those older, the timeframe varied.

Despite ongoing research, the origins of these powers and their full potential remained shrouded in mystery. This uncertainty drove both the continuous studies and the intensive training regimens at elite academies.

However, the grey eyes were a different matter entirely. Rarer than any other trait, they embodied a power unmatched by anything known. In the five years since the emergence of superpowers, a certain incident had revealed the devastating capabilities of the grey eyes. That event had carved a lasting impression in everyone's hearts,

A blend of awe and deep-rooted fear.

Why were the grey eyes so infamous? Why did they evoke such shock and reverence? Why were they deemed cursed?

These questions swirled in Avasyu's mind as the class ended. Turning to Ash, he asked, "You said you know everything, right?"

"Yup," Ash replied casually.

"Then can you tell me why my eyes are such a big deal to everyone?" Avasyu pressed.

Ash smirked. "Oh, I know the answer."

"Then tell me," Avasyu urged.

"I could," Ash teased, crossing his arms and looking away. "But I'm not going to."

Avasyu sighed. "So you don't know, huh? Figures."

Ash shot him a look. "Hey! I do know. I just... don't think it's the right time to tell you."

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Avasyu muttered, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Guess I'll find out sooner or later."

Ash grinned. "Oh, you will. Sooner than you think."

After every class was over, Ash asked Avasyu to come with him.

Then Avasyu followed him, and Ash led him to the training hall behind the main building.

The hall was massive, filled with various tools and equipment suited for different types of superpowers. Each section of the hall catered to a specific kind of ability,strength enhancement, elemental manipulation, mental prowess, and more. Students were spread out across the area, practicing with intensity and focus.

Avasyu noticed a group of unfamiliar faces standing together, separate from the Class-S students. Curious, he leaned toward Ash. "Umm, Ash... who are those people?" he asked, pointing at the group.

Ash glanced at them and replied, "They're from Class-A."

"Huh?" Avasyu tilted his head. "Aren't we the ones with special powers?

Ash chuckled. "Yeah, we have special powers, but Class-A students are... extraordinary. They might not have the most powerful abilities, but they've honed their skills to a master level."

"Extraordinary?" Avasyu repeated, intrigued.

"Exactly," Ash continued. "They were normal students at first, but through hard work and competition with us, they became experts. In certain things, they're the best in the academy.

For example, there's a guy who solved some of the hardest math problems in days,problems that haven't been solved in years.

Another student's punch is so refined he can shatter a massive rock without injuring himself.

And there's a girl whose control over her breathing is so precise she can stay underwater or hold her breath for several hours without strain."

Avasyu listened, amazed. It was clear that Class-A's strength came from relentless effort and discipline. His curiosity deepened, wondering how he would compare against such dedicated individuals,and how much further he had to go on his journey.

Ash then said, "Come with me."

He led Avasyu to a large fighting ring positioned at the center of the training hall. Surrounding the ring were various training tools, buzzing with students preparing for their sessions. As they approached, a crowd began to gather, their murmurs filling the space with excitement.

Ash stepped into the ring and gestured for Avasyu to follow. "We have a tradition here among ourselves," Ash explained. "Everyone must face the strongest one out of us. And this time, it's your turn,to fight me."

Avasyu blinked in surprise. "Huh!"

"Come on, get in the ring," Ash insisted with a grin.

Reluctantly, Avasyu climbed into the ring. Students from both Class-S and Class-A circled around, watching with eager anticipation. Among them, a student from Class-A stepped forward, now somehow dressed in a referee uniform. His sudden attire change drew a few chuckles from the crowd, but the atmosphere remained charged with tension.

The referee raised his hand to silence the crowd. "This is the traditional sparring match! Before we begin, I need to confirm: are both participants ready to fight?"

Ash stretched his arms casually. "Yeah! I'm ready. Ask him."

Avasyu glanced around at the expectant faces, then back at Ash. With a half-nervous, half-excited nod, he replied, "Um... yeah! I guess."

The crowd stirred with excitement, whispers spreading about how the newcomer would fare against Ash, the strongest in the class. Avasyu tightened his fists, feeling the adrenaline surge as he prepared for whatever was about to come next.

The referee stepped forward, his voice echoing across the training hall. "Let me first explain the rules," he announced, raising his hand to quiet the crowd.

"First, no killing your opponent. Vital attacks are strictly prohibited since this is a friendly sparring match," he stated firmly, making eye contact with both Ash and Avasyu.

"Second, the fight will consist of three rounds. Each round will have different type of game.The participant who wins the majority of these rounds will be declared the winner and their name will be added to the student rankings.

Lastly, there are healers on standby for any injuries, so don't hold back. Fight with everything you've got."

Cheers erupted from the audience, echoing throughout the massive training hall. Students from both Class S and Class A surrounded the ring, their voices blending into a chorus of excitement and anticipation.

"I bet on Ash. Three to zero!" a male student shouted from the crowd, drawing a round of laughter.

"I'm betting on him too," added a girl with a sly grin, glancing at Avasyu. "Though the new guy is pretty handsome."

Avasyu glanced at the crowd, his heart pounding. The mix of skepticism and curiosity in their eyes fueled a fire within him. He turned to Ash, who flashed a confident smile, completely unfazed by the noise around them.

"You ready for this?" Ash asked, rolling his shoulders.

Avasyu nodded, determination sparking in his grey eyes. "Yeah. Let's do this."

The referee raised his hand between them. "Fighters, take your positions!"

Ash and Avasyu stepped back, assuming their stances as the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch.

"The first round will be... arm wrestling!" the referee declared, his voice echoing through the training hall.

"What !"