[The battle is over. And the winner of this battle is…]
[Error.]
[Error.]
[Atticus Ravenstein, you have yet to select a name for your division. It is mandatory for you to do that now,] the AI prompted.
Atticus’s eyes opened in slight shock.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” Lucas said with a chuckle.
“To be honest, yeah,” Atticus responded while awkwardly scratching his head. Because of everything that had been happening and his completely busy schedule, he had completely forgotten that he hadn’t even chosen a name for their division.
‘I should do that now. But what should I choose? Hmm,’ just as Atticus was about to choose the first thing that came to his mind—Division X,
“White Ravens!”
“White Star!”
“Strongest Division!”
Atticus turned his gaze upwards to see other members of his division shouting out different names at the top of their lungs.
‘Why do all of their names sound better than mine? Do I really have a bad naming sense?’ Atticus pondered with a wry smile, and he couldn’t help but let out a short chuckle as the katana started vibrating intensely as though trying to agree with his thoughts.
“What do you think I should choose?” Atticus turned towards Lucas and asked. But the latter maintained a neutral expression; it was plenty obvious that he didn’t really care about what he chose.
Seeing Lucas shrug his shoulders, ‘I’ll just choose a random one,’ Atticus inwardly decided.
Just as Atticus was once again about to speak, one name amongst the myriad of names the youth were calling suddenly made him pause. Atticus didn’t even need to ponder about it; he immediately chose it.
“White Omens,” Atticus suddenly declared, his voice traveling through the area, heard by all.
“Are you sure about the chosen name? Changing the name of your division is impossible once chosen,” the AI warned, but Atticus remained unfazed and nodded his head in affirmation.
[White Omens accepted]
[Computing a new message…]
[The battle is over. And the winner of this battle is the White Omens]
“WAOHHHH!!!”
The division members immediately burst into celebration as they all screamed, hitting their weapons and shields together.
They each started chanting at the top of their lungs in unison while looking at Atticus,
“Leader Atticus!”
“Leader Atticus!”
“Leader Atticus!”
The name Atticus reverberated throughout the area.
Atticus gazed at the army of youths chanting his name with a neutral gaze, without showing any visible sign of emotion.
“Won’t you at least flash them a smile, Mr. Celebrity,” Atticus turned his gaze to the side to see Aurora landing beside him with a smug smile.
“That would be encouraging them,” Atticus responded.
“You’re making it sound like you don’t like the attention,” she gave him a playful punch on his shoulder as she got to him.
Atticus chuckled while meeting her gaze with a small smile, “You know I don’t.”
Aurora couldn’t help but shake her head, “Weird ass. You’re the only person I know that’s like this.”
“Well, I don’t think that matters much. You only know like what, ten people?” Atticus replied with a teasing look on his face.
Aurora instantly retorted, her face flushing crimson, “I know more people than you!”
“Pfttt,” Atticus instantly burst into laughter while responding, “I doubt that.”
“Bitch,” Aurora mumbled.
Lucas simply stood at the side shaking his head while gazing at both of them. He turned to see Nate walking towards them with his head bent downwards while dragging his broadsword on the ground.
Lucas couldn’t help but let out a short sigh, ‘He’s truly a piece of work,’ he thought.
The rest of the Ravenstein youth soon reached the earthen platform they were all on, and after a few minutes of celebrations and laughter, each of the division youths all descended from the mountains and gathered back on the earthen platform.
With a single focused thought, the earth wrapped around each one of them, and the earthen platform moved away from the mountain, its massive form heading back to the camp.
…
The first year control room was once again utterly silent. But unlike the last time where they had all been thoroughly shocked by what they had witnessed, this time around, they had each came prepared and braced themselves for whatever the young monster might show them.
Atticus’s display of power was once again mind boggling, no doubt about that.
But neither of them said anything, and as soon as the battle ended, they each started leaving the control room silently.
Isabella snapped her head to the side, her gaze landing on the figure of Harrison standing beside her. She didn’t need to utter a word; her intense gaze seemingly able to speak for itself.
But in response, Harrison didn’t say anything. He simply kept staring at the screen for a few seconds after which he turned and left the room without warning.
Isabella sighed, ‘What a stubborn man,’ she thought.
She turned to face the screen displaying Atticus controlling the large earthen platform, her gaze becoming more serious. ‘I must find a way to tell him no matter what,’ Isabella silently resolved.
‘He has to be the one to represent us.’
A battle that was supposed to take at the very least 4 hours to end was completely in less than thirty-five minutes! And this was only possible because of one boy.
Isabella simply refused to allow such talent to rot. That would be the most idiotic thing they could do as the ones training the next generation.
After staring at the screen for a few moments, thinking about multiple possibilities she could take, Isabella turned and left the control room.
As soon as all the instructors left the control room, leaving only the operators,
“YES!!!!”
The excited scream of an operator immediately engulfed the room, and upon hearing it, each of the operators present couldn’t help but click their tongues in dissatisfaction.
They each turned their gazes to see the cause of the commotion who was jumping up and celebrating,
“I told you, I fucking told you all I’d win it again!” Gon screamed at the top of his lungs while gazing at the staggering amounts of points he had gained.
Academy points: + 100,000 academy points.
