What The Luck!? Chapter 9
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Art came out of nowhere with this question. Asher had no idea how to respond to be honest. He never had future plans before he died and now that he had a whole second set of memories he still could not find a set goal he wanted to pursue. He was just as lost now as he was before he came to this different world.
Jane seemed pretty stuck herself, with her power she would be very limited to what she could do. Any job that required her to show her face was off the table. She had thought about being a singer but what was the point of singing if her entire audience would be stuck in place the entire performance. She would never be able to see the happiness on their faces.
"Well I plan to aim to be a hero. My older brother is going to a university to be a police or hero officer and my parents talk about how great he is with his solid metal control super power, I will show him how great I am!" Art seemed to have a clear goal in front of him, his rivalry with his older brother was just the starting point for what would drive him forward.
Well if you think being a hero is so awesome then I will become one too. I have no idea what my power does but I figure if it makes me even a little lucky maybe that will mean I can catch criminals and villains more easily. Just try and keep up with me."Asher raised a fist to challenge Art in a race to the special law enforcement group of heroes. "What about you Jane? Want to join us and see who will be a hero first? Your power would be perfect to stop a criminal in their tracks. If there was a hostage situation the criminals wouldn't even be able to lift a finger to hurt someone, it's perfect!"
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Asher's enthusiasm pierced Jane's heart, she hadn't even started to consider what she could do because she was still blinded by what she could not do. Feeling that she would be able to make a difference just like Asher said she decided to follow in his footsteps, "Yes, I will try my best to be a hero even with this power."
Their deal was set just in time for the end of lunch bell to ring, the three speedily cleaned up their lunch and rushed to their new class one classroom. They were unfortunately the last to get there but luckily crossed the threshold as the bell rang again. Mr. Smith started the math class bringing plenty of the students to a depressed state. It was the most evil of all subjects; Math!
The rest of the day dragged on without much of an event, the class all survived the brutality that was geometry only to be dragged in to a physics lesson next. Since the five new students had just switched classes and received their evo shots they would have the chance to choose which classes they would like to take for their final three periods of the day.
"Now you all have the chance to take three selected courses every day, I recommend keeping the three courses all semester but if you switch it is no problem. You will get credit as long as you attend at least one course for each period. If you are aiming to join law enforcement in any way I recommend taking the combat class. If you want to join a more academic field there are many science and math related classes, there are even some that take you out in to different ecosystems to learn. You can even join my advanced poetry class, it is an arts class but it is very inspiring."
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Mr. Smith had not been pegged to be a poetry man by the new students but it seemed that his cool gaze held a bit of a philosopher's aura. The five students took the paperwork listing all the classes available. Asher noticed that the girl that had sneezed was another new student, Sh had some influence over the wind so it made sense that she was in class one. The final of the new students was a boy who seemed to have his mouth taped shut. Asher was too afraid to ask him what his ability or name was since he only glared at him when he noticed Asher's gaze.
"What should I choose, I have no idea what will benefit me…" Asher thought out loud bringing Art's attention to him.
"Isn't it obvious? We all need to take the combat class at least. We will need to be able to take down opponents' powers or not. What if my ability doesn't work on someone? You said you don't know your power right? Then you need it even more than I do, you can take down a criminal even without a power if you learn enough in a combat class." Art made some good points so Asher circled that as his first of three choices.
"I am taking chemistry as my second option. I need to learn more about the properties of lead as a metal and what its poisonous effect is. I can't run around with that dangerous stuff all over me." This was hand tailored to what he needed; it was very wise thinking.
Something like chemistry was not much help to Asher, He saw from a few desks that Jane was holding up her paper to show that she had circled combat and sewing as her first class. It was obvious that she chose sewing so that she could learn to make proper clothing to hide her face more easily and avoid trapping people in place everywhere she went.
This made Asher worried that there may not be any classes that were best for him, what else did he need? Looking through the list he found one that stood out to him. " I think I will take this philosophy class, It is really important for a hero to have strong morals, right? If I study what things mean I should be able to strengthen my convictions in anything I do." This made sense to Jane and Art who circled that option as their third. This left Asher one more class to choose. "Augh what else should I choose?" He was stuck without any clue.
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