Leuko - Blind to the Sunlight

Eheheh...king...he called me a king...

Wait? I don't deserve to be a king...do I?

Well, I'm the king of no one, so it should be fine...at worst someone will just beat me.

"So, lord Luciel, I presume you're here to attend the Zenith academy." The tall man spoke to me, so I looked at him...I think I recognize him...ah! He asked me a question!

"Ah...yes..."

"Hmm, then this competition will be way harder for everyone." He threw a glance at the small kid beside him and then looked back at me. "But it won't cause any problem for us."

The green-haired kid looked at me with a face devoid of any emotion before looking away.

"Guard, the greeting was made, we can continue now."

The man said with a deep voice but stopped when he realized no one was answering them.

"Hmm? They are unconscious?"

I looked around me, I found out that the majority of them looked in pain and some were even sleeping, Were they really this stressed because of the exam?

"Well this is quite embarrassing, our elite guards aren't even able to keep consciousness when hit by a small aura. Even this little girl is doing better than them."

I looked at the direction he was pointing and saw a girl dressed in a yellow dress, she was easily noticeable because she was the only one standing in her radius.

The tall man simply sighed before waving his hand. "Let's just go Your Majesty, it my fault for thinking these guards would be at the same level as our previous one."

"What should we do with them?" The kid asked as he threw a look of indifference at them.

"Let's just find our reserved table, they will join us when they wake up."

The kid nodded before throwing me a single look and walking in front of him. Two girls who seemed a little older than him were walking right behind him, and the tall man finished the march, none of them even bothered to avoid walking on the body of the guard.

Well...where should I go? I should put myself far away from everybody, I wouldn't want to scare anybody.

"Euh sorry..."

I looked toward where I heard the voice, just to see the same girl as before. She was trembling facing me...she must be scared of me...probably scared that someone as ugly as me could exist.

"I...I noticed you were harmed..."

Harmed? Oh right!

I looked at my hand just to see a gaping hole in the middle, I couldn't move a single finger, and I was quite scared that if I left it alone, my hand would fall off. It even caused an irritating sound when my blood fell from it.

I suppose it means I'm pretty hurt...I think the normal reaction here is to scream out of pain...

I looked at her to see If she expected this answer, but the only thing I saw in her eye was the expression of concern.

Weird that I see it so much these times...

But how do I answer to these? It means they are worried about me...so I should...tell them I'm fine?

Let's test it out.

"I'm fine."

"Are...are you sure?"

Hmm, she looks more concerned now...is it a good thing? Let's test the inverse now.

"No."

"Eh?"

She reacted with surprise and even more concern...I think it is better to follow my first theory next time.

Let's add it to my note.

Rule 6 always replied concern with reassurance.

It is so much easier now! I should have made these rules from the start! Now I can talk to people!

Wait...rule 5, don't approach people to not scare them.

She's scared...mmmmh...need a subtext!

Rule 5.1! If the person approaches you, you can approach the person!

"Do...do you need help then? I can heal you."

Her hand glowed in a yellow light as she timidly approached me.

So...concern...reassurance here would be to assure her she can help me...

"Yes, you can!"

I raised my hand toward her, she held it delicately and approached her light close to the wound.

"It might hurt..."

Reassurance...

"It will!"

I'm so good at this!

"I'm sorry..."

AH! SHE APOLOGIZED!!! I MADE A MISTAKE!!!

IS MY RULE INCORRECT?!

But before I could panic more, the light finally touched my hand. It felt quite warm, but nothing else happened after this.

"What?! Why is the wound not closing? I can heal this kind of injury usually...I...I...I...what...I'm that useless?! I'm sorry!"

She released my hand and started to run away from me...

...maybe I was right...it did hurt.

Rule number 7...It hurts when people are hurt.

***

"I'm sorry, can you explain that again?" Geeta said with a voice of confidence, even if it was possible to hear a sense of nervosity in it.

"Yes madam, more than 99% of our guests have fainted in the outpost. It looks like the commotion was made by a child." An official responded inside his phone.

"Very well, thank you for your report, I will deal with this immediately." She closed her phone and put it on the table in front of her.

*Sigh*

"Well, that's a deep sigh, what happened?"

Geeta looked immediately to her left but relaxed when she saw a familiar face.

"What do you want Volo?"

"Well, today is my first day as your...subordinate, so of course I am interested in doing my job to the maximum of my capacity."

"It true that your help will be more than welcome."

"Eh?" Volo looked completely surprised by her answer but regained his usual snarky smile.

"It seems that a lot of people have fainted in the outpost, can you use your pokemon to relax their minds?"

"Well that's more important than I thought, but sure."

"Also, the test is supposed to arrive soon, can you make the preparations after this?"

"Would that be all?"

"Indeed, contact me for any problem."

"Oh, trust me, if I have any problems, no one here could possibly help me."

Geeta didn't react to his answer and simply waved him off.

Volo didn't need to say more and opened the window, then simply let himself fall from it.

Geeta looked expressionlessly at the window before standing up and closing it.

"He could have used the door at least."

***

"Luciel, I told you to keep your safety in priority! Can you explain to me why you already have a severe injury?" Nurse Joy currently berated me while putting a green bandage over my hand.

Nurse Joy took a little while to come, apparently, she didn't expect me to be able to fuse with Pandora to climb the stairs with a broken leg.

Even if we didn't really fuse, it was just that Pandora let me under his costume, despite looking very small, there was a lot of space under there. It's just that Pandora is too shy to show it.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

"Ah...no."

"...well at least you're honest, that good."

Honesty is good...I should make a rule of that...

'What?! Why is the wound not closing? I can heal this kind of injury usually...I...I...I...what...I'm that useless?! I'm sorry!'

...maybe I should wait before creating more rules.

"Listen Luciel, you're already covered with a lot of injury, you can't allow yourself to have even more of them, or else I won't have the time to heal them all. This gaping wound can only be healed by the most advanced technologies there are, so only members of royalty, high members of the government, or this school can give you access to these."

"Oh, but I am a member of royalty."

Nurse Joy who was delicately putting a bandage on me suddenly froze.

She slowly raised her head to look at me with shocked eyes.

"How...how did this happen? From where?"

"I'm the king of Danu, but I only have this title because I'm the last surviving member of the family."

"Your father was the king of Danu? But that would mean...oh...oh no." She made a strange expression...the same kind as a mother would do if she learned her child got lost in the alley.

An expression of resignation.

*THUMB*

A huge smoke screen appeared outside the room, and soon after, the windows were covered in blood.

"What is that!" Joy stood up in panic and looked outside.

But then, the blood from the window slowly retracted and converged in the center of the explosion.

"Oh, never mind."

She lost all interest and returned to take care of my hand.

Soon, the door opened, revealing Volo in all of his splendor.

Wait, I shouldn't trust him, which means he didn't arrive!

...I don't think it works like that...does it?

"By the great slaver, what happened here?" He said in a fake tone of concern...I was only able to deduce it was fake because his eye didn't show a trace of worry.

He took a ball that looked like it was made of wood and pressed a button in the middle.

After this, a white pokemon appeared right beside him.

How did he do that? Is that ball also a pokemon like Pandora? Something that can contain a lot of things?

"Armageddon, can you spread your powder on everyone here please."

"Togekiss!"

The pokemon suddenly took the air and a white power left from his wing, covering every single person in the room.

After this, the people started to wake up from their sleep and looked around in confusion.

"What...what happened?"

"Salutation everyone, my name is Volo Goldwin, and I am an employee of the Zenith Academy!"

Everyone started to look at him.

"So, I'm sure you're wondering what could have possibly happened so that you all fainted?"

People from the audience all nodded their heads, with some exceptions, like the little kid with green hair I met earlier.

"Well the reason is very simple, a contender for the position of student of the Zenith Academy...walked into the room."

Everyone waited for an explanation, but even after some time, Volo didn't seem as if he needed to tell them anything.

"You can't just leave it as that!"

"We demand an explanation about what happened!"

"It is your responsibility to assure our security!"

"We want whoever caused that to be immediately punished!"

Everyone in the room expressed their dissatisfaction.

"Bunch of fool."

Well except the tall man.

"Pff, hahaha."

But contrary to anyone's expectation, Volo simply started to laugh.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh...but it's so funny!"

"What so funny?"

"That all of you weakling think I give a single damn about your opinion."

Silence, the whole room was filled with silence. It wasn't an oppressive silence, but one filled with confusion.

"What...what did you say?"

"You guys can't even keep your mind open when a kid gets a little angry, and you think any of you have the potential to become a student of the Zenith academy?"

"But..."

"Sincerely, the kid that put you all in this situation will without any doubt join this academy, and you will have to deal with his presence. So if you can't even deal with this little mood swing, then you better just leave. I mean, the only reason why you aren't getting affected right now is that a relaxing powder is still in your system, and it should soon go off."

Before anyone could add anything, he suddenly disappeared into the ground.

"WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!?"

"WE FINANCE THIS ACADEMY! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INSULT US!"

"IF THE PROBLEM IS A STUPID ESPER, THEN IT OUR RIGHT TO THROW HIM OFF!"

The whole room became a cacophony...

I hate it when it's loud.

"Kyu?"

"Mmh, everything alright Pandora?"

"Well it should be for you, but for us, Volo just put a lot more problems for us. I'm sure Geeta is probably panicking right now."

Oh, it must be...hmm? Why do I only see the ground now?

"Pandora? Why are you looking at the...

Before I could finish my sentence, I had the impression of falling.

"KYU!!!"

"Pandora!"

I tried to reach him, but before I could, my vision was blocked.

***

"KYU!!!"

Pandora deployed one of his dark tendrils, to reach Luciel's hand, but before he could reach him, Luciel completely fell through a black hole that suddenly appeared below him.

"Kyu!"

"LUCIEL!"

Pandora tries to jump in the hole instead, but it closes before he can enter it.

"MIMIKYU!!!"

"It's alright Pandora, it's alright, calm down." Nurse Joy tried to reassure him, but he didn't listen.

"MI!"

Pandora also disappears out of thin air, just to reappear on the roof. He was standing upside down, but he didn't care as he let a mass of black goo pour on it. Slowly, the dark substance invaded each corner of the building, and deep yellow eyes opened on each of them, looking through the crowd.

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̸̯͖̥̹̗͕̖̥̱͗̄̓̓͌̀̂̂́̈́͂͋͗̚S̷̲̈́̕͝n̸̛̩̱̪̪̱͔̯̯̰̻̲̣̪̬̎̂̆̋̓̇̈̎̾̆̃̓̇͜Ö̶̝̱̹̬̈́́͂̑͌͆͑ĭ̵̛̪̖̭̩͔͇͔̻̰̼͙̥̦͉̲͐̌̊̓͘T̵̨̡̨̼̘͎̥̼̣̫̦̉͂̔͆̐̓c̴̢̙̮̼͉̥̔̆͆͒A̶̢̬͎̙̣͋́̌̓͊͗̏̏̉͒̓̋̀̎ŕ̷̛͙̳͉̬͖̦̠͓̍͂̽̒̓̌́̄̅͛̿̀͘͜ͅT̸̘̳̯̫̮̱̦̮̺̼̖̣̀͂͜s̴̻͉̥̱̞͉̪̻̙̊̈́̍̒́̏̏̈́̈̈͝Ì̴͉͌̇̊́̀́̈́͌̓̈́͆̀̒d̸̨̃͊͊͠ ̵̧̫͓̩̪̖̱̭̫̱̤̞̈̂̅͗̈́͐͘̕͠Y̴̯̫͚̞̲͙͙̫͕̆̃͝ņ̵̡̛̤͙̗̪̼̳̳̦͍͕͓̊̃͂̓̈́͋͘̕͘͜͠ͅA̷̛̠͓̘̟̎̐̇̔͊̇̇̓̍̆́͊̚͜m̴̺̩̻̤͎͕̮̻̼̜̓̀̃̅̒́̈͋̓͒͘̕͠ ̵̩̬̘̱̠̅ͅO̸͖̻̹̳͈͚͈̯͋͊̀͗̀̍̓̿͐o̴̧͚̭̝̺̯̻͎̪͎̗̓̿ţ̸̦͉̣̞̫͚̩͈̤̾̈ͅ ̵̡̨̻̫̖̙̜͎̞̳͎̙͌̾̀͛̀ͅ!̸̛̲̭̯̤͇̝̖̹͇̀̽̉̍̔̂͋̚E̶̤̩͒̈̓l̸̢̢̩̥̼̞̞̜͂̽̾̏̀́̇̇̓̃ͅͅP̴̧̩̞̦̲̻̬̜̫̲̈́͂́̔̒̊͂͋̕͜ǫ̶̦̟̘̝̙̲́̋̀ͅE̵͔̤͎͎͓͚̝̰͓͊̑̊̋̾̎̄̿͂̈͜͜p̶̡̫̀̆͋ ̶̢̻̬̞̔̈͑̿͐͌̊̊̈́͂̿̅͠Y̴̨͓͚͌̉̐̐͋̅̃̉͑̈̐̔͗̽͠ͅn̵̢̛̺̠̰̜̥̮͍͎̮͚͕̗̽̀̅̿̿͊̾̒͊̎̿̈̍͜Ă̵̘͉m̷̻͚̥̫̖͙̻̮̪̟̞̺̮͑̅͋ ̸̡͎̖͕̳̹͙͔͖̤̪͍̤̍̋̈́̾̃̅̆̓͘̕͜Ǫ̵̨̧̞̳̺̯̱̻͕̟̽͂̇̅͑̚ơ̶̢̨̗̠͈̟͎̹̪͓̭̭͇̋̓͆̾̀͗̕̕͠͠͠͝T̶͉̱̭̼͍̫̺̟͎̈́̆̈̎̉͋̇̅̈́̂̚͜!̶̨̙͈̺̪̝̳̀̓́̽̅͝ ̷̧̧̧͙̝͇̟̺̮͕̭͕̘͈̐̆͒̇̿̄̒̈́̇͆̚͜

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̵̢̜̬̮̗̲̄̋̉͐͐̄̆̅̆̾́̀͋͝͝

From the goo formed multiple spears that were all directed toward the public, making no discrimination toward his target.

"STOP!"

All the eyes of Pandora converged toward a single spot, showing a little girl with very dark green hair. Her face showed a lack of emotion, but only she knew how scared she was presently. The strangest thing about her however was that she was levitating at least 10 meters from the ground.

"I know why you're angry...but you will only cause more problems to your friend if you do that."

The goo slowly started to surround her, with a new eye appearing on it.

"I'm an esper, of level 10...if this connotation means anything to you...but one of my capacities is to see the future...and...if you massacre everyone down there, your master will be in deep trouble and he will have to run once again..."

.̷̨̭͖̱͉̣̟̍͐̏̄͆͛͑̿͑̀̓͘̚͝s̶͍̞̜̲̖̓̋͗̇͒̔͝͝ͅi̴̡̠͕̲̦̳̍́ ̸̨̛̺̜̺̼̺̯͍̮̙̥̺̲̙́̇̒̄̄̋̋̃͜͝ļ̸̛͈͚̯͔̙̰͉͖̗̬̻͙̋̂͆̿̓̀̔̇̊͜à̶̛͚͍̜̝͍̺̯̥̭̱̙͔̭͇͖͆̅̀̓̿̀̂y̵̼͠ͅa̴̧̨̨̘̦̹̠͕͌̆̐̽̄̃̂͆͂ͅr̸̙͉̺̈́̈́́͌̑̿̏̊̊͝ͅṫ̴̞͈͉̞̩̰̰͉͘e̴̝̙̱̞͚͉̰̗̗͍̒b̸͈̘̳̥͗̏ͅ ̶̹̙̟͈̖͚͔͈̾̍͆̐̈́̄̓̒̏t̴̨̧̰̠̳͉̺̦͚̘̭̄̓̉̀̈́̄͘a̴̺̮̺͚̰͌̒̓̈́̔̌̔h̸̬̖̬̮̘̹͉̀̆̇̃w̴̯̙̙̲͚̹̄̿̾͐͌͜͜ͅ ̵͉̘̂̃͂t̴̮͓̮̞̰͚̠͎̯̭̯̖̆̚ń̸̢͚̠̳̱̼̹̗̅̉͌ę̴̢̜̖̣͕̼̼̖̹̦̙͙̉͜m̵̰͎̯̖̟͂̒ì̷̼̪̜̼̬̽̊̄̇̅̒̊͘r̴̨̡̗̣̫͈̜̗̻̙͙͉͈͊̾̾̚͝ͅe̸̛̩̲̪̎͋͑͌͐̈́̾̊̈̔̍́̒͝ͅͅp̴̧̣̯̳̲͔̭̤͍͈͓͉̱̌͘͝x̴̧̨̛͙͓̫̩̳͒̂̽̏̓͊̓́̚͝e̵̢̛̛̪̲̲̻̜̼͑̋̓̈́̈́̌̇̈́̂͊̔̀͝ ̴̫̲̤̪̈́̆̾̈́̋̊͋͒̒̏́͠ŕ̷̛̪̙͕̻̅̉̇̈́̔̋̂̍̕ų̸̫̭̦̞̮̹̽̿͐̍̓͛̽̽̊̀̚͝o̷̙͖̱͛̋̈̈́͆̊͘ͅy̶̡̛̱̥̟̺̠̳͈͉͉͇͍͙̜ ̸̝̱̳̻̜͉͖̣̗̟̂̏͛͋̕ͅͅǵ̸̨͔̠̦̥̪̳̜̫̍̑̃̂̈́ņ̵̧̤̣̖̙̘͒̔͒͂͗̈́̈́̾͘ì̵̡̝̘͍͈͕̜̝͓̰̦̯̯̃̀̂͊̇͋̓͂͜ͅk̵̰͈̲̊͂̃̾̇͠ą̵͚̹̭̍̓͠m̵̦̙̑ ̵̡̧̬͇̭̤͔͖̟̽̀͋̏͒́͊̐͂̃̆̃͠ͅf̵͔̭͓͎̤͉͖̀̎̿̓͑̀̀͗͋͊̓̾̓͝o̶͉̲͖͔̰̣̯͖͓͛̄́̅̊ ̸̛̘̜̙͎̝̑͐̔̿͗̿̍̃͝͝y̷̨͉͖̜͇̺̩̳̘̩͓̰̲̖̙̌̚͝o̴̡͓͉̫͈͈̐̔̍̾͋̒j̴̢̛̮̙͎̮̜̝̗̟̣̊́̀͗̀͊̓ͅ ̵̡̗̻̼͈̰̪͕̀ͅe̷̢̻̗̟͇̬͚̘͛̈́́̒͂̒̃̈́̏̐̌͌̂̃͑ḩ̸̢̙̻̩̻̺̞͇̊̋͗̿̿͐̒̏͛̿͊͛͝͝ẗ̴̨͖͔͇̘̠́̍̑̾̑͝ ̸̢̡̧̛͚̗̗̫͍̤̘̠̝͌́̒̿̿́̐̆͠e̴̡̡̲̫̜̟̱̜̅̓͂̀̽̂̌̐̈͝v̴̫͌́͛͗̆͝a̴̛̟̝̾͆͂͆͛̌́̐̑̋͠͠͝͠h̵̢̡̛͕͙͉̲̗͔̣͈̣̳͖̻͐̃̊͐̋̽̋̇͌̋̈̏͝͠ ̸̧͍͙̻̬͉̻̘͕̩͈̭̗̝͈̀͒̐͝͝n̸̩̘͎̯̝̟̍̾͆͊͂̆̚̚͘ǎ̸̛̛̛̯̭̼͎̜̏͂̋̀̾͘ͅͅc̷̨̭͇̞͖͚̹͚̤̱͕̉̂ ̷̢̨̗̼̲̬̠̰̲̲̰̘̞͛̔̑̽͂ͅI̷͕͎͎̹̻̺̲̺̫͕̭̿̓͜͝ ̷̢̹͙͉̤̾͊̊̈́̄̐̏̇̊̚̚͘ȍ̶̩̥̣̰̣̗̫̮͙̱̲̻̩͆̈́̓́͋̂̏́̄͐͜s̴̢̩̜͓̲͊͛͐̽̃̕͘͝ ̴̧̡̛̰̯̟͉̮̜͓͙̀͗̐͆̓̅͜ͅt̵̙͕͕̱̳̙̤̮͎̿̌̈́͋͊̈͜s̷̢̟͖̝͉̗̦͖̻͙̜̄̉̃́̉̓̈́͂ư̶̡̗̻̘̳̪͇̻̩̾̍̄̃͒͊̀̚͝j̶̛̙̥͈̩͔̀̎̀̓͂̈́͗ ̸̗̪̯̲̝̉̑̀̏̌̿̿̚͠͝ͅd̷̨̖̜͈͂́͋͛́̓͐̚n̶͉̫̺͙̳̘͉̝̒̄̚̚ĕ̵̛̟̼̩̳̞̜̬͎̘̞̲͈̞̺̍̂̄͆̏̔̉̒̄̚͜͝͝i̶͍̣̩̦̜̫͇̬̱͛̂̅̀̆͠r̷͕̃͆͌͘̕f̶͚̫̘̌̓̌̽ ̷̢̯̀̉̕ã̵̗̥̟̣̜̩̱̎͛͗͐̎̓̄͘̕̕͘ ̵̗̤̯͇̪̣̘͔̙̳̱͍͉̾͌͒̒̅̋̌̑͠͝͠ū̵̧͉̘̺͖̖̎͊̆͋̿̏̎̽̌̓̋̚͝͝ó̵͇͇̘͉͈͔̹͚͖̜̬̥̲̓̑̆̓͋̄̍̕̚͠ͅy̸̢̡͉̹̹̙͂̏̊̐̓̚͘ ̴͇̘̼̼̲̱̩̖͇̟̲̬͆̐̍̈̿̌͆̏̅̚͠͠ȇ̶̢̨͙͍̜̩͇͓̟͓͉̠̘͉̓̍̈̃̆͌̎́̿̽̒̍̚͝ͅk̶̢̧̛̜̺̩̦̞̬̊͛̐̐̌͂̀͊̂͜͝à̸̛̱̣̂̂̀͛͗̉̔̚m̸̡̥͔̠̰̰͐͒́̋͐̅͗̋̀͌̐͐́̋̂ ̵̨͍̰̘̉̄̎̄̽̾̾̒͛͐̈́̐͝d̶͖͖̝̱̳̮̫̻̯̣͑̏̇́̓̒̓̃̾̃́͊̓̄ņ̴̡̗̮̺̖̻̑̊̒̿͗͘͠ͅa̵̜̞̬̲͋̋̓ ̸̖̀̇̆t̷̫͚̠̭͓̱̪͔̼̱̏̾̽͠e̸͈̖͔̺̅͒ͅṕ̶̢̢̳͉͙͔͕́̈́̈́̒͐̎̈́͊̕͘ṕ̵̧̡̲̺̣̫͙͎̐̀̃͜͜u̵͓̭͚̔̉͌͌̒̇̍̄̕͘͠p̶̨̦̹̤̼̬͓͚̀̆́̈́ ̸̪͎̫̭͓͉̺̞̉̔̑̉̌͛̆̚͝ą̶̛̛̤̟̻̮͕̭̟̥̘͍̲͈̏́̐̿̑̔̎̐͝ ̵̨̜̲̤͉̯̭͑̈̇̈́͂̉̓͘͜š̸͕̮̩̞͙͈̐̈́̈́͒̐̉́̽̓̒̂̚å̴͉̺͉͙̑̓̃̌̋̄̚͝ͅ ̴̧̻͎̤͎̞̹̤̣̫͔̖͕̔́͗͝ẖ̷͐̌̂̈̈́͂̌͑̿́̔͘͠͝͠s̵̻̯̤̬̱͈͆͐̇͗̋̓͐̓̅͝͝e̵̡̢͇̤̣̣̙͂̂͑̅͆͒̑̇̔͝l̵̨̨̲̜̞̼͍̲͕̬̠̔̆f̴̧̛͓̖̳̣̯̫̲̫̙͚̠̲̆̈́̈́͂̍́̀̐̏̈́̏͆͝ ̷̨̢̧̟̲̖̖̮̟̤͖̜͇̊̋̏̊̒̆̈́̀͑̿̉̑͜͝ͅr̶̡͋̀̀̉̈́̈̑̀͛͛̚͝ű̶̡̯͍̤̃̃̐́̑̈́͝ǫ̷̨͚̰͚͈̮̮̰̬̜͒̈́̚͝ý̴̜̗͇͛̒̑͋̑̅͝ ̵̡̡̘̭̠̻̠̯͖̼͉̩̹̒̈́̚͝è̸̼̱̗̙̯̤̲̪͇̖̟̹͎͂̈́̂̍̊͗s̸̡̖̹̪̥̀̇̓̒̍̐̄̆́̑͝ṵ̸̭͉͈̉̊̓̈́͑ ̴͎̪̥̦̻̘͓͈̬͆͐̅́̍̀̒̕͝l̵̛̙̳͍̾̅̓̿̅̃̚ļ̴̛̛̘̱͎̦̦͖̩̝̪̜̝̬͉͐̄͂̊̊͌̿̔̐̆͆͘͘ͅị̷̭͍̹́͋͋̓̀̍̃͋̌͋͠w̷̢̢̘̹̫͉͓͈̮͕̏͐͗̐̃̋͐̍̌̈̚͘͜͝ ̴̛̤̹͎̜͖͊͐̈́̑͌̎̒͠ͅĨ̴̡͇͙̥͙̲̱̬͇͔͚͗͊̅͌͐̕͝͝͝͝ ̵͖̋͑̋̏͠,̵̬͖͐̍̀̑̑͊̐̐̃̏̒ḑ̷̼͎̰̤̳͇̍͂n̵͓͈̩̓́̐̀̕͜e̷̢̡͍͍̒́͠ͅȉ̴͈ŗ̷̢̟͈̱͇̞̺͉̦́͛̋̀͋̈̌͊͜͝͠͝f̶̡̡̛̮̰͙̪͔̲̜̲̜̞̲̎͗̒̄͒ ̶̡͚͓͚͍̖̪̩̒́͛̉͗̀͛̏̋̈́̚͠͠ą̶̲̥͉̱̲̻̮͖̺͖̮̙̥͌͐̄̂͐͑̈́͊̎͌ ̷̛̭̂͒̓̉͊͋̑͆̃̽͊̔̀͝e̶̘͚̳͈̝̭̅̀̕v̵̡̛̘̤̬͖̭̪̮̣̰̩̓̈́å̵̢̬̩̘͇̳̋̀̽̌̅̓̈̇͑̄̉͠h̸̨̝͉͇̻͇̝̦̝̤̤̹̔̑̋̐͊̐̆͐͛̔͌̊̆̽͜ ̵̡͙͉̱͖̻́̇̊̑̃̇̈͗̂͌͂̕t̸͎̥̠̤̔̑͋͗̒̌̀̄̌̅̃̆͘͘̚'̴̢̹̦͓͓͈̣̪̰̰͚̰͔͇̠̐͐̿̇͆̈́͌͒̉̃́̔͌n̸̨̖̺̩̝͆͆ǒ̴̦̰̩͎͛̐̓̔͂͛͒̅̐͐d̶̬̅̅̊͋ ̷̨̱̱̻̣͖̭̣͙̱͖͍̰͕̥̋̅ư̷̜͇̩̟̣̠̼̓͌̐̋̾̆̌̀͂̀̚͜͠͝o̴̡̩̫̺̦̻̺̬̫͎̻̽̑̍͗͗̚͜ÿ̴͔͍͓̲̘͙͖͉̳̼̗̻͉̫̣́̎̂̓͐̔́̇̓͌̒̆͘ ̸̡̡̡͈̳̫͇͖̱̟̺̟̼̤̣̓͗̋̋̊͘͘͝f̸̛͙̩͈̬̤̘̀ȋ̷͎͎͇̹̲̠̮̳̠̻̦̓̎͌͛ ̴̨̨̤̪̺̝̱̾͋̏ͅͅd̵̡̧̛̍̋̈́̾̐͌̉̌͛̒n̶̝̣͕̫̭̩̭̍́͜Ã̷̢̟̲̜̼̲̣̞͚͔̜͖̯̓̈́̂̋̆̓̾͘͝ 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̵̛̝͎̪̮̹̣̮́̎̎̆̾̆̏͂̐́͛̿͠ļ̶̢̫̥͉͚̝̯͕̬̻̜̹̲̐̃̈́̿̈́ͅļ̴͖̖͖͔̤̈́͑̈́̊̎͆͒͝i̷̭̓̐̆́͋͗͂́͌̍̏̅͒̒͠w̷͈̹͎͈͎̰̫̩̮̘̱̲̒͋̀͂͐͌̐͐̈͘͜͜ ̶͓̻̭̲̠̙̝͂̈Į̷̥͙̝͙͈̣͇̰̖̬͍̪̃́̑̅̾̚̕ ̷̛̛̞̺̜͈͔͙̻̠̳͔͖́̇̅͊̈́̌̃̓̿̇͊͝d̵̢̤̦̹͔̮̞̭̙̼͐̀̾͐̊̀͂͊̈́͂̇͝ņ̶̂̃̔͛̽̕̚̕͝͝a̷̡̨͉͉̬͉̗̪͇̻̦̼̻̥͋̑̒́̏̎̿͆̃̃͆͝ ̶̧̧̧̢̧̱̰̥͕̙̟͕̘͚̓̋̇́͆̒̐̀̑͂͆̒̕̚̚ͅs̷̢̠̰̝͓̦̻̽̈́̔͜ͅd̶͓̺̾̽ń̸̡̧̢̹̱̘͇̙̩̳̜͇̘͚̎̇͝ẻ̷̡͕̦̪̬̪̫͇̥̩̭͆̂̇ͅi̸̧̢̡̨̟̞̟̞̣̜͚̼͊͆̔̌̒̈́ͅr̶̢̜͙̻̤̖̳̼͕͙͒͜f̷̨̥̟̩͇̙̲͙̖̎̓̄̀̚͝͝ ̴̨̡̱̗̦̲̹̖̣̖̼̭̮͙̖̈̍̃͊̐̅́̓̃͒r̵̨̰͕͉͚̝̪̰̳̥͈̼̥̲̀̃̐̌͜ǔ̷̞̳̗̣̤̝̈̈́̓̇̈̆͗͊̈ó̴̧̪̮͇̗̝̯̜̫̮̭͕̯̘́̀̂̊͠͠͝͝y̶̧̛̟̤̝̬͖̰̫̩̝̒̄͋̈́͆̿̇͊̅͊̌͠͝ ̷̤̣̻͖͆̍͂͐͛̒̊̿͛͆̈͋͑͠͝f̷̢͇͇͙̬̭͓͙͎͎̭̰̗̿̆͗̃̚͝o̶͙̐ ̶̘͍̘̭̱̱̼̼͉͒̈́l̶̘͓̯̪͈̘̪̓̄̀̋͝ļ̴̡̤͚̑̈͌ẳ̵̫̩̅̀͠ ̶̧̨̧̢̢̢̩̝̫̮̲̘͚̬̔̅̿͌̀̿̚͘ͅd̷͍̦̖̟̩͇͍̫̝̝̮̲̝̘̓̆̐̔͗̕ͅn̴̨̛̲͖͍̰̟̪̳̳͔̜̎̾̆̓͑į̸̢̰̟͔͚̳̠̣̐̀̔̄f̴̨͍͎̹̭̳͖̖̞͓̐͊̏̔͛̂͊̿̎̄́͑̈́ ̶̺̯̬̹̦̤̝̼́̄͐̀̌͂̌͗͠l̷̗̓͆̅͂̆̉̕͜ͅl̵̡͇͛̈͆̈́̇̈́̔͘͝ị̵͇̳̠͚͓̺̬͚͓̱͓̩͓̌̈́̉͊̃̌̑͜w̸̳̰̻̃̉̂̏̂̀͛̕͠ͅ ̵̡̩͖̝̙͍̙̯̺̩̳̽͘I̵͎̫̩̤̹͐̂ ̵͙̙͎̳̰̐̍̽͑̽͠ͅn̸̘̠̹̟̗̫͉̭͍̲͚̜͚̟̓̍̍̌́̀̾̃̊̌̇̾̀͘͜e̶̢̨̼̩̜̤̩̲̖̩͎̓̿͋h̴̬̯̮͈͕̝̩̬̀̈́̄͜͜Ṱ̸̖̮̒̇̍̌̉́͠ ̶̨̛̞̟̘̣̮̝̳̰̉̋̀.̷̨̧͕̖͍̝͋́̆͛̌͝e̴̛͖̞͔̤̣̙̘̞̦̍́́̈́̑͋͠ṁ̶͉̲̜̲̱̰͈̘̺̐͌͂̑̓̐̽̈̿͘͠u̷̧̧͓̖̗̱͈͕̤̞͙͙͑͆͌̌͗͊̌̄̑̔̏͝͠ţ̷͖̩͕̳̬̼͗̀̈́͗̀̀̾͝͝ͅş̷̟̘̪̖̂ȍ̷̖͈̗̤̖̭̣̙̱̗͉͎̬̏̄͐͆͐̆̈́͒̉͜͜͝c̴̢̛͎̭̯̻̪̔͊̕͜͝ ̷̥̾́͛̎̎͛̑̊̌̉̑̑́͘w̵̩̩͈̑́̆̈̇̆͛̀̀͂͠ë̴͎̞̯́̂̌̈̍̀͂͗̇͋̕̚ǹ̴̨̡͔̤͉̗̲̖̳͎̌̍͑́̿̔̍̅͂͆̀͝ ̴̧̘̻͓̠̭̖̞̯̯͉̺̋̈̏͛̈́͊̍̕͘͝y̵͇͍̬̤̻̖̰̰͛̽̔̾̕͝m̵̧̧̫̺̰̙̥̽̄̄͐̃̿̓̉̒̀͝ ̵̡̛͈̆̾̆̍̑̏̇̀́͒̓͒̈́͜r̵̛͚͓͍̽̏̑̀̓̃̉͐̉̚ọ̸̗͍͉͙̺̺̺̙̦͉͋͒͐̅̊̒͆͛͘͠ͅḟ̵͍̠̳̣͉͊̈̈͛̌̓͐̕͝͝ ̷̺͛̃̇́̎͗͑͋̀͊l̶̡̨̛̬̭̙̻̭̞̖̰͆̂̈́̿̓͛̎̈̉͘͘͜͠͝ȁ̶͇̟̙͇͎͍̫̠͙͜͜ḭ̴̯̭̻̝̭͍͎̖̝̪̳͔̃̿̎̇̄̒̽͆̄̾r̸̢̛̐̂̓͗̓e̴̪͎͐̊̄̋́̒̋̂ͅt̴̼͔͕̭͉̟̫̲̼̭̖̾̉͑̄́̽̈́̍̈́̂̆͠͝͠a̶̱̝͆̈̅̀̀̋̚͝m̶̨̻͉̻͙̪̳̹̠̱̠̞̳̆͐̈́́ ̸̠̯̻̣̋̊͂͜s̴͉̻̫̙͂͊͌̀́͂̔̓͜͠͝͝ă̷̻͈̥͎̝̭̖̘̣͚͇̱̈́̽̈̇̈́̅̎̐͊̓̿̄͜͝ ̶͔̩̩̊̑̏͆t̶̨̛̞̱̭̜̲̘̜́͊́̓̆̈́̅̐̾̾̌͠i̷̝̜̫̺̞̙̬͎̓̎̐̃̓̀͑̎͋͘͜͝ ̴̥̠͍̳̼̀̓͆͊̕͠͝͠ë̴͍̟̼̼͈̽͊̈́̈́́͊͘s̶̡͙͓̈͐̀̀͑̈ų̶̝̲̝̗̗̿̃̌̊̈́̄̓̓̊̒̕͘͠͠ ̸̨̛̟͚̹̉̂̓̓͗̌̀̍̿͐̔̚d̶̤̟̮̭̲̱̝̓̅̿͒́͝n̴̡̨̥̼͓̐̊̎ǎ̶̧̙̠̟͉̤̭͆́͘ͅ ̷̡͑̈̐̌̉͊̆͑͗̄ h̸̢̛̝̱͚̮̣̗̰͉̤̯̯͎͌̀͌̀͜ͅs̷̢̨̗͎̈́́̋̈̍̋͗̍̅͛̕̕͠e̴̢̨̡̳̣̞͉͉̘̫̻̜͊̿̀̚͘͠l̷̡̲̤̜̍͌̀͗͘f̷̧͕̃̾̉͊̑̒̈͂̅̈̂̑̍͝͠ ̷̡̝̖̘͍̝̯͈̭̙͊̔s̸͍̙̪̭͙̱̱͓͎͇̪̖͂̒̒̍͜ͅs̵̡͔̰͍̱̲̯̰̠̠͈̰̮͓̉̈̅̀͊̓͜ę̶̧̻̺̩͙̰̯̟̦̬̳̮̟̐̿̀͋̽͐͆̊͘ͅļ̴̹͚̝͇͕̘͎̒̏͛͒͌́̽̏̒̌̽̾͠͠ͅh̷̺̳͉͙͎̳̟̭̯̪͍̯̦͎̽̋̔̀̀̃͑̅ţ̶̥͕̮̪͙̘͍̫̲̩̹͍̈́̃̍̏̆̉̋̊̽̀̉͜ͅr̷̺̻͚̦̩̩̖̘̬̞̣̠̹̈͒͆͛̓̋͘͝ͅͅò̶͍̺̰̳̹̬͕̊̾͐͛́̉̈́̀w̶̡̯̙̫͖̥͊ ̷̧̨̧̨̢̼͈͓̹͕̣͗́̽̚͘͘r̸̪̩̬̩̙͙͙̫͇͓͇̭̾̈́͒̎̂͂͋̄͐̈́̄̂͝ṳ̸̡͎͍͇͖̘̞̞̒̄̿̏̏̓͗̿́̀̊̈́̕ö̴̯͇̪͚̬̺̮́͌̽̃̈́͒̇̽͌̆̏͠y̸̹̲̠̜̦̤̺͕̙̖͇̒͂͋̂̃̀͘ͅ ̷̧̧͙͚̗̜͇͙̠̦͉̰̳̿̔͑̈̂̒̊̓̀̒̾̚͘͘y̶͚͎̰͇̣͉͑̋̀̏̔̔̚͠t̵̨͚͚̬̹́̋̿̊̈̌p̷͍͉͊͊̾̀͘m̷̥̩̹͜͠ę̷͎͍̬͖̲̱͑ ̸͇̲̹̦̼̳̞͛̃̀̈́͝͝ͅḻ̵̭̋̋͐́͜l̶̨͎̹̲͔̜̭̦̣̱͈͚̂̕ͅi̸͍̫͉̘̤͗w̷͎̮͒ ̵̯̘̰̫̫̬̃̇̐̌̓̉͂̿͒̊̚͜Î̵̠̩͍̙̺̖̲͉͍͚̥͉̙̄͐̃̆̌́̋͜͝ ̷̛̗̠̪̝̝̱̙͓͓̟̜̟̗͕̩̊́̉͌̑͆̃̚͝͝n̷͔̳͚̻̦̐̾̈̀͆̓̉͆͜͝͠é̶̡̪̻̺̟̤̘̳́̌͋̆̈́̄̃̌͗̓͝͝͝h̸̢̛̜͎̪̤͖̲̦̪́́̎͋̂̈̓͆̚͝T̸̫͔͈͚̜̞̲̮̩̝̞͉̻̣̙̐̿̅̒̃͠ ̵̖̗̩̪̙̜̤͓̖̰͑̓̌̀̒̅̓͒̎̓̈̚͜͝͝.̶͕̩̈́̍̓͆̽͌ț̵̲̳̗̽̎ͅs̴͉̆̋̇̒̈̊̓͘ų̶̛̟̟͎̹̹͔͖̘̲̙̯̣͈̅̆̏̑̀͒d̵͓̣̳́͑͂͘ ̷̨̨̨̳̜͇͓̜͕̲͛̆̀́̚͜͝ë̸͈͔̼̼͊̾̈́͝͝m̴̮̝̙̬͉͉͔̦̻̣͋͋̒̉͋̇̂̅̾͌̆̓̆ͅō̸̞̞̩͓̣͈̺̬͓̳͇̩̥͑̃͗̒͘̚c̵̢̛̣̼̤̲̣͎̐́̅̀̎͂̿̀̏͐̚͜͠ͅḛ̵̡̙͉̻̠̲̽͋̒̉͐͠ḅ̶̠̙̹̝͎̜̬̭̟̠̼̆̄̔̽̾̋̆̓͝ ̵̟̪̫̻̤͖̽́͜l̷̡̢̼̮̦͈͌̌̊̆͋̽͌͑̾͋̐͘͘͜͜l̴̞̦̼͚̬͚̖͓̙͆͛̓̉͂̓̐̚͝ͅȉ̷̧̧͓̮̣̗͍͚̀̀̔̅͒̈́̅̒͑̈́͠͠͝w̸̨̪͕̖̱̟̜̮͑̐̾́͛̽̄͂̈̒́͠͝͠ͅ ̴̛̛͎̪̪͓͉͉̘̟̼͂̃̒́̍͒̍͜͜͜,̸̬̈́́̓͗̍͠n̵̛̬̭̰͖͈̘͖̠͚̘̻̐́̑̒̎̆̅̍͐ö̷̡̞̗̳͕̺͉̗̱͛̕į̸̯̬͔̏͐̋́ṭ̸̭̯͎̬͖͎̯͕̯̩́̿̓̋̆͒̈́͛̌͘̕͝á̷̧̞̹̮̠̱͈̥̻̙̊̀͘r̷̹͖̺̗̜̞͌̅͋̑̑̈́̾̊̈́̇̄́͘͠i̸̢̠̥̣̙̟͇̟̋͒̽̄̾͛̕̕͜͜͝͝p̷̨̞̱͙͚͚̖͕͙͙̉̇̿̋̂̈́̄͠s̸̗̖̼̥̥̽̅n̴̰͒̅̑̈́̊i̵̡͙͎̻̭̦̥̟̳̭̋̃́̿̉̀̚͝ ̸̛̻̘̺̀͂̔̈́̉̄̏͆̉̊͠ŗ̷̞̳̣̬̯̤̫͎̓̍͐́͋̊̑͐̒̃̅͗̋͂͘u̵̡̯̜̞̫͔̬̜̭̪̪̭̐͐͑́̋̑͆͋̅̋̆̏͊̑ͅờ̵̢̛̠̗̦͈̜̻̺̟̬͍̓̏́̇͛͠͠ͅy̴̢̧̦͈̞̮͕̩̝̠̗͉͓̭͝ ̷̧̢̠̘̳͎̝̻̩̩̲͖̮̿̍̈͗̐̂f̸̢̨̠̬̙̰̺̘̥͈̗̬̭́́̔̎̈͊̓̄́̾̑͗͜o̸̢̗͙͇̬͖̥̜̺̖̲̠͚͋̐͊͑ͅ ̷̻̬̭̰̜̠̦̞̥̥͔͓̣͕̭̆̐̔̂̐͛͑̄̆̕͝͠ė̶͉̣̬͕̞̟̞͓̣̫̤̯̓̽̓̎̈́͆̆̄͘͝͠͠n̴͍̻͉̮̺̥̼̰͝ó̸̝͙̘̤̎̑̑̓̆̇́̓̚͠ ̵̖͗̎́̈́̈̈́̓̀͝͝e̴̥̮̪͇͚̟̱͉̼̦̓̆̾l̴̨̢̢̙̩͈͎͙̺͕̗͖͖̼̤̾͐͂̌͠ģ̴̬̯̺̭͍͖͐́̓̎̈́̂̊́̉̚͝ņ̴̨̧̰͓̠̩͙̱̝̠͉̣̻̋̿̇ĭ̸̢̳̰͕̯͔̰̘͓͇̜͖͑̾͆̇̂̅̑̚̕͜͜͝ͅs̵̘͇͕̹͙̈́̾͂̍̉͜ ̷̦̈́̾͂̄̀̆̔̍̓̌͠y̷̟̯͋̓̎̉̒̈́̂͘ŗ̸̢̟̩̖͓̯̤̣̯̬̼͓̲̬͗̓̈́̑̿͊̀̈́̓͝͝͝͠è̴̡̦̠͓͎̱͍͋͜͜v̷̨̢̢͇̰͚̜̟̹̮̕ͅë̴̛̛͚͉̮́͋͊̈͋̏̂̋͋̀͝ ̶͓̭̤̤̣̿̀̈́́̄͋̋,̷̲͇̺̫̝̙̪͓̰̙̦̰̤̤̓̒̅̌̽͋̊̊͗̍̌̆̈́̍̆s̷̡̺̙̈́͌̍̈̍̅͂̇̈́̊̉͝͝m̶̨̨̢͕̦̮͎̟̲̼̣̙̗̘͑̓̽͒͌͝ã̷͕̟̗͉̾́̀́͂̈́̎̈́͆͠e̷̞̘̖͛̉̐̓̊̈́̄͛͆̈̓́̇r̸̤̳̦͕̲͈̩͍̫͕̥̭͎̖͌̎̓̌̄͠d̸͔͗̈́͒͂̍̏̏͗͗̈́̚ ̷̢̛͈̤̣͓̖̠͖̞͉̺͋̏̇̈̾̇͊̒͆̀̅̕͝r̷̢̭͉̺̼͇̆͠͝u̵̮̮̩͇̞̬̲̜̓̔̿̒̀̓̇̎͘̚͜o̶̧͍͓̥̳͈̖̟͛͒̄y̶̡̛̮̙̫̗̻̭͒͗̄͛͛͝͝͠ ̷̖̃̇̌f̶̨̤̯̪̹̼̜̙̀̽̅̓͑̉̌͘͘͠͝ͅŏ̵͉̭̫̞̫̜͓͂̍̅̅̏̔͜ͅ ̶͎͉̯̰͈͈̅̋̇͒̎̕e̴͔͍͔̱̱̱̤̋̈́͛͒͌̓̊͂͠ň̵̢̡̨͉̳͖̺̱̜̼͖̾̌͗̓ͅo̶̱̻̦̘̞͍̼͈͍̻͊̀̂ ̸̨̢̛͓̹̻̪͔͎͎̜̀̏̎̓̏̈é̵̗̫̖̮̱̞͇̗̰͛̏̀̒̋̿̿̌͋̃̇́̏̈́͜ľ̵̡̛̪̭̠̲͓̙̦̜͙̤̟̠̉͆͋̆͂̈́̓̊͜͝ͅg̷̢̥̭̥̙̅̾̓̓̃͂͊̓̑̾̒̈́̚͜n̸̲̘̣̰͓̬̤̫͕̳͋̆̓̋̀͋͋̌̅̋͒̇̉̐͘͜ͅi̷̢̛̥̼̲͙̞͈̩͓̹͚̽̎̀̈́̎̎͂͐͆͘š̴̡̢͔̝̞͈͔̦͉͚̘͗́͊̇̽͂̀͋͘͝͝ ̴̡̬͎̼̰̣͚͇̦̻͚̭̮̭̞͐̎̂̇͌͋̌̊͋͑̊͝ÿ̶͓͓̪͎̻̮̞̤̤̞̫̰͛̊̀͐̋̓ͅr̷̦͈͈̺̬͐̍̀è̵̡̧͇̩̯͍̩͕͓͙̎̃͐̓̄͑̉̉̀̈́̿ͅv̵̲͖̗̼̠͙̜͕̥̩͎̹̐̒ͅͅͅẹ̸̡͚̱͉͇̹̄̋̒ ̸̯̀̈́̔t̸̮͙̥͉̰͚̯̻̝͙̥̘̅͆̈́̉̓̈́́̆̽͆͒́̒̕͜͜͜ȁ̵̡̤̠̠̭͉̯̘͔̰͈̻̼́̑͒̐̀̓͜͜h̵̢̙̦̟̩͎̤̹̤͓͇͍̉̾͘͜ͅt̶̨̨̧̟̣̦̪͕̠͔͚̎͑̍͂͝ͅ ̴̧̛͚̩̠̟̝̫͇̙̗͍̜̲̳̆͆̐̔̿̈́̿̔͛̕͜é̴̼̘̅̕ͅr̷̡̨̛̛͍̻̠͙̹͈̺͇̬̤̠̗̐́͌̾̋̒̂̇̈́͐͝ͅǘ̷̮͙̼͓̹̔̑̐̓̂̄̀̽̌́͗s̶̙̮̳̘̿͗̃̚ ̷̻̘̐̂̎́̅̿͂͐̆̚͘̚͠͝e̴͔͈͚̬̻̬͕̼̞̜̗̒̅̏̋̎͑̐̋̉͘ͅk̶̡̠͕̼̦̰̣͕͈͋̈́̈́͑̅̒͜ͅą̷̛̺̻͔͓͖̟͍̱̜̱̌̽͗̔̀̿̎̀̆̒m̸̛̙̿̔̉̄̾̀́͠͝ ̶̨̛͉̘͚̖̗͍̤̹̗̀͐l̸̝͇͊̔̋̒l̵̘̈̒̆͐̎̏̽͌̎̽̅̏̉͠͝ͅĩ̴̧̢͇̲̯̘̝͔̯̪͈̼̙̉̉͛͜͠ẅ̵͕͉̳̘͈̻̭͔̭̰̯́̔̋̈́̚͜͝ͅͅ ̶̫͕͎̘̞̜̘̤͙̲̫̑̑̆İ̶̡̳̤͖̖͖̃̑̍͠ ̵̢̨̢̡̬̯̪̖̥̰͎̭̝̇̀́̑͊̋͑̊̿̈́̚͜͝,̵̧̛̝̙̯̪̬̝͍̫̲̞̦̝̽͛̔̀̇̚͝ȩ̵̛͖͕͈͖͎͓̜͔̙̬̀̀i̷̙̣͉̬͍̍l̴͎̥̖̞̺̝͑̐̎͂͌̈̂̔ ̴̧̛̗̺̰̪̠́͂͆̽̀̈́̋̈̑̔͠ͅe̴̢̛͓̯̼͈̙͔̲̥͋̿̎̆̔̔̒̉̅̏̈́̾͠ļ̸͉̫̦̘̖͔͛̽͛̈̔̓̽̀͠͠g̴̼̖͚̥͇̤͇̈́̄ñ̴̡̡̡̛̛̪̦̣̬̹͙̱͂̊̃̈́̊̌̈́̄͝ͅͅî̴̡̲̺̠̞͙̫͇̯̞͓͈̻̀̆̇͒͌͂̆̎͂̕ͅś̸̝̙̤͙̹͒́̊ ̸̢̥̣͎͔̭̫̼̭̦͂́̋̾͘͜ă̴̢̢̩͚̮͙̺͔͋͗̍̅ ̸̢̢̛̠̺͕̝̭̦̞͙̫̻̫̠̍̑͆̉̌̑̓̽͛͘͜͠l̸̛̤͈̦̫̏͐̓̀͐̽̚l̶͈͇̖̺͍̩̲̼͓͉̤̞̟̪̍̈̅̽͌̈͂̈́͐͘͜͝͝ė̸̢͈̣̯̳̥̙͙̬͖͉͓̖̝͌̓́t̴̜̝̝̫̎́̀͂̒̈ͅ ̶͙̱͕̇̀̿͛̆́̽̾̀͌͘͝͠͠u̶͓͕̬̺̦̬̼̙͇̣͐̀̋͑͌̔͐̂͘̚͝ớ̷̡̝̘͙̱̱̩͍̣̫̪͑͋̇̋̀̏̀̄̀͘͘͝y̷̨̨̛̯̱̳͇̬̖̣̽̈̑̔̾̄̈́̌͝͝ ̶̡͔̜͈̦̹̫͔̆͂̋̽̏̍̄́͊͛̿̂̚̕f̸̢̙͎͍̺͔͈͈͓͍̖̼̞̘͆̍̔I̵̛̪̓͆̐̈́́͋̈́̈́͒̐̄͠"

Hurg." She covered both of her ears to stop the abominable sound she just heard, but blood had already fallen out of them. "I know where he is...well...It's more like a know-where he is not...I can sense the whole island, except the top of the mountain...which can only mean that he's up there."

"..."

Pandora looked at the girl with suspicion before slowly retreating his goo from the roof.

He threw a last look at the little esper then he disappeared.

She still looked at the spot where he just disappeared before pushing a deep sigh.

'...this kid...what type of horror he is to be friends with this one?'

'...I guess that's how other people feel around me...I hate this feeling.'

She wasn't the only one noticing, a little king also looked at the roof. 'Mmh, did something happen? He seemed very angry, it doesn't go well in his cute face.'

But their thought didn't matter to Pandora, only finding Luciel preoccupied his mind.

He immediately passed through the door and faced gigantic stairs, but he simply slid through them at an extreme speed.

"KYU!?" But as he was moving, he noticed an obscure flash appearing right beside him. Not taking any risk, he jumped on the side

*BOOM*

"Oh, you dodged it again, how boring. Don't you want to become a firework?"

A familiar sinister voice appeared beside Pandora. It was coming from a green smile.

"MIMIKYU!!!"

Pandora immediately summoned a dark claw and tried to slash toward the Spritomb. But he easily counterattacked with a purple ball of energy.

"This time we don't have anyone standing in our fun, so let's make sure we enjoy it!"

Spiritomb summoned more Shadow Balls and quickly launched them at Pandora, who could only leap backward to avoid the attack. But in doing so, he stumbled and fell down the stairs.

'Kyu!'

Spiritomb lunged down the stairs in pursuit of his foe.

Noticing the battle between two apexes, many of the surrounding Pokémon began to flee from the chaotic battle, seeking shelter in the nearest hiding spots.

Geeta looked at the scene of everyone screaming at each other in anger with a dumbfounded face. Gone was all of her previous pretense of confidence.

'What happen...Volo should know it, I will just ask him.'

She looked around to find any trace of Volo, but she didn't see him, and he was usually pretty easy to notice.

'What happened?!'

Suddenly, a familiar figure runs toward her.

'Ah, Miss Joy, she should know what happened.'

"Geeta! Luciel got kidnapped!"

"What?!"

"A portal just opened right below him and he was sucked in it, I have no idea where he is now!"

"Did anyone else get kidnapped?"

"No, I looked around and he was the only one who disappeared."

'So this is why they are all stressed, they must be scared that someone will kidnap them too.'

"Very well, I will immediately send someone to look for him."

She took her phone from her pocket, but before she could tap any number, she received a call.

'Mmh? From Volo, what does he want?'

"Yes?"

"I have Luciel. I also took care of the person responsible for the commotion."

Before she could say anything, he hung up on her.

'How reliable, I didn't know he would be this exemplary.'

"Good news, they found Luciel."

"Oh thanks, Arceus, where is he?"

"He didn't tell me, but he should probably come back with him soon."

"Oh...then do you think it possible to start the exam early?"

"Why?"

"Listen, Luciel is in a terrible state, he should be kept in the pokemon center, not participate in this test. But I didn't have the courage to refuse his cute face. So maybe if we start early, Luciel won't be able to arrive on time and I can convince him to relax instead."

'Hmm, I suppose I can allow it, Volo must already be finished with the preparation, and it would be a good way to calm down everyone at the same time. Plus it will make Nurse Joy happy. The only problem is that it modifies my schedule...well, I just have to give a longer speech.'

Geeta moved to the podium and took the microphone.

"I warmly welcome every child brimming with dreams and every adult endowed with wisdom to the Aurora Outpost. I am Geeta Violeta, headmaster of the Zenith Academy. It is an honor to have you here, and I wish to express my heartfelt gratitude for making the journey to participate in this prestigious exam. Though, regrettably, some of you may not remain beyond today.

But do not despair! For those who do not succeed this time, you shall have the opportunity to try again next year, as long as you are still under the age of 14. After that, I am afraid the doors to this opportunity will close.

For those who do rise to the challenge and ascend to the zenith, only glory awaits! The Zenith Academy takes great pride in offering each student the finest education and world-class facilities. So, parents, you can rest assured—your children are in the best of hands.

Before I delve into the details of the exam, let me share why this academy stands so near to the sun itself: it is because of you. Each of you has invested not just money, but hope—hope for a brighter, more prosperous future.

We are all united in one desire: to ensure the War of Collapse never repeats itself. This is why the Zenith Academy is committed not only to academic excellence but to forging deep bonds between our students—bonds that will one day unite nations in true peace.

This may seem like an ambitious dream, but that is why we are all here—to transform your aspirations into reality. Nothing is beyond our reach, not even touching the sun!

"Geeta paused, scanning the crowd to gauge their reaction.

Clap Clap Clap Clap

In an instant, the room erupted into thunderous applause.

'" Finally someone who shows some respect!"

"We did well to elect her as the figurehead."

"She better fire that arrogant bastard from before, however."

"I still don't understand why we elected women for this position."

"Shut up!"

'Alright, phase one is done, it seems everything works fine.'

"Now, I shall start the explanation of how to join this academy, as you all know, to join the academy you will have to pass a test, and now allow me to present you the course."

Suddenly, a screen appeared behind her, showing the stairs leading to the top of the mountain.

"Whoa!" "Wow" "Incredible"

Geeta let the surprise about the showcase of the technology dissipate before continuing her speech.

"The test is very simple, each single one of the candidates will have to climb the stairs to the top of the mountain."

The spectator looked around in confusion.

"It's too simple, that's what you're all thinking right? Well, it's because it's not that simple! Among the stairs, multiple wild pokemon will appear, forcing each of the challengers to use their own pokemon to defend themselves."

"But don't worry, these pokemon were handpicked to be rather weak and not particularly aggressive, so there is basically no danger. And if by inadvertence a pokemon too strong appears, then a specialist in the matter will come down to dispose of him before a single harm comes to the children."

"Finally, this exam has no restriction on how many candidates can pass it, our institution can easily cover for everyone in the room! But evidently, there's a catch, if your pokemon ever gets put KO, or if you go past the one-hour mark, you will fail. If there any concern or interrogation, please let me know immediately."

She looked a the room, looking for any question, and in the wave of the mass, one stood straight.

"Oh, yes mister Rose, you may ask any question." Geeta instantly recognized him, it was after the biggest investor of the Zenith Academy.

He was a man with slight brown skin and an immaculate beard. He wore a grey suit and a red cravat that covered his round stomach. He wasn't particularly fat, but his belly was still easily noticeable. His hair was black combed in a straight manner filled with hair gel.

"Oh, I'm honored you remember my name, Miss Geeta."

"Please, this is but a formality that is expected out of me."

"Praise needs to be said, but I'm sure you are not waiting for my praise but for my questions. So here it is, I remember that a certain someone caused quite a commotion, I wonder, for the security of the children, what will be done to him?"

"Then I have great news for you, this troublemaker was already apprehended by our talented employees, so no need to fear."

"Ah, my concern is put to rest then, please go on."

"Any other question?"

The questions continued for a while, each parent making sure that their children understood the rule clearly, or to find any loophole to exploit in the next competition.

There was only a group silent, and these were the children, all of them were preparing themselves mentally for the challenge, the knowledge that everyone could get in helped them reduce their stress.

"Is there any other question?"

Geeta asked in the air, but this time, no response was offered.

"Very well, then I have the pleasure to announce that the test starts, now!"

The door from the back of the Aurora outpost suddenly opened, leading to stairs going straight through the cloud and leading to the summit.

The candidate didn't need any other signal, as they all ran directly toward it, nearly crushing other candidates during their stampede.

'Oh...need to fix that for the next time.'

***

"Oh, they're coming, these bunch of spoiled brats are coming right for the top."

Volo stood at the end of the stairs, looking straight down at the candidates who were fighting each other just to be the first on the line.

"It would take 10 minutes maximum to climb these stairs without distraction, and at worst 50 minutes with pokemon slowing you down. It almost as if Geeta wanted everyone to pass."

He snickered.

"But that would be horrible, I don't want to take care of brats that only survived because of their family money, only the strongest and the mightiest can stand among the sun. Don't you agree, Luciel?"

"AH!!! IT BURN! PANDORA!! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! STOP! NOT THE...AAAAAAH!!! WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU!!! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! IT DARK! I'M SCARED OF THE DARK! IT RED! THE RED HURT! PLEASE STOP BEING RED! NOT THE WHITE!!! EVERYTHING BUT THE WHITE! STOP! STAY AWAYS! STAY AWAYS! AAAAAAH! NOT THEM PLEASE! PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL LISTEN! EVERYTHING! I HAVE NOTHING! WHY DO I EXIST? STOP THE RED!!! THE DARK IS HERE! WHY IS IT HERE AGAIN!"

"I have no idea what you mean, but you seem in pain."

Volo looked apathetically at Luciel who was fidgeting everywhere on the last march of the stairs as if he was having a seizure. His skin was completely red, either from the sun or the blood that came out of the injury he made himself by clawing his face.

"I didn't expect such a reaction from just separating you from the Forgotten Sin...eh, but it worked out for me."

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! I'M THE KING OF THE ONE, BUT THE CURSE OF EVERYONE! I'M BEGGING YOU, STOP THIS! I LOVE THEM! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! WHY ARE YOU THERE WHITE? GET AWAYS! YOU'RE DISGUSTING! NEED MORE RED! NEED MORE RED!!! REDDER!!!"

"...are you even listening to me?"

"AAAAAAAAAH! GET OUT! NO STAY! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?! PLEASE DON'T! NO, NOT THERE! NO! PLEASE DON'T!!!"

"I'm almost feeling guilty now...eh whatever, I will pay you back by putting you in the academy, for now, just use your aura to scare away all of the coward and the weak."