"Are you two ready for our philosophy class? We should be able to learn a lot about what kind of moral situations a hero has to deal with. I spent all night dreaming about how a hero decided how to save someone or who to save first. There is so much we will need to be able to figure out in an instant." Jane was surprisingly excited for this class.

"You seem pretty hyped up for this huh?" Art was caught off guard to find that Jane still had this amount of energy after sparing for a whole class.

"Well the more I think about it the more I realized that the meanings behind songs that an idol would sing can be the same as morals that a hero follows. When I become a hero I will still be able to be an influence on many and get my own ideals across." She had found the common ground between the dream she had before the evo shot and the newly sparkled dream she had just been introduced to.

"That's a great way to look at it, I am glad you found your calling in being a hero this way." Asher could not help but be infected by her happy feeling. "You have a point, when we are heroes people will look to us as examples to follow. We might just inspire a whole generation of heroes!" Asher was officially dragged in to Jane's energy. The two chatted happily about the kind of heroes they wanted to be all the way to their next classroom. Art waddled behind not as enthusiastic after his last experience in a new class.

The room they entered was much different than the others, it was much larger with a big monitor and chalk board at the front. The seating was all slowly raised like a stadium so that every student would have a better view of the front. There were already about thirty students in the class making this the most populated class they all attended thus far. It looked like this was more of a lecture style class.

There was an old white bearded man sitting at the front surveying the incoming students. He had no notes or even any belongings with him. His clothing was a simple old brown suit with a dull black bow tie, if anyone were to comment he was the perfect picture of a modern day hermit.

The bell rang and students sat down in their seats looking towards the front. The old man positioned the microphone on the podium so it was in front of him. "Good evening, this month we have gained another ten or so students. I am overjoyed to see those who wish to pursue the what and why of the world. My name is Mr. Richards but you can all just call me whatever you want. I have no reason to dwell on names in life." The attitude seemed pretty relaxed as a teacher, he was even taking his time to introduce the entirety of what they would be doing.

"Um guys, I think we just got the easiest class ever." Art looked like he had just won the lottery.

"The question you should ask yourself when you wake up in the morning is, who are you? What are you doing in existence? What will you become?" Mr. Richards was stroking his bear the entire time he was speaking in his slow relaxed manner. " What drives your actions? Those of you who wish to be the next world breaking doctor or researcher, why do you learn? Those who look to be the next great author, what worlds live within your minds? Those who wish to be law enforcement and heroes, what values make up a safe and productive society? All these are things you will be explaining in your first five page essay due at the end of the week."

"Five page essay…" Art looked like he had just been punched in the gut, he hated writing essays.

"Maybe we will get lucky and there will be a way out of it?" Asher wanted to be a little positive but knew that this could just be the way of things.

"Now I realize that you all may be like me and just wish to go with the flow of life so I present you with a chance to have that freedom from. I will ask one question and the one with the most thought provoking answer will be allowed to pass on the essay." This was exactly what Asher had just hoped for.

"Dude, you just called that, so lucky. But I won't let you get the answer first." Art wanted to do whatever he needed to avoid having to write an essay for his class. To him homework was pure evil.

"What can someone say that will provoke the most thoughts in a human?" Mr, Richards said this carefully. His eyes seemed to gain a sharpness as he looked about the room at the thinking students. Art raised his hands immediately.

"Mr. R, They can ask a question!" Art thought he had it in the bag. He whispered over to Asher and Jane, "Trick question like this is easy right?"

"No, I believe there was a philosopher who once caused much more thought with much less than a question. Any other takers?"

"Let me take a shot, I might have to beat." Asher whispered over to Art accepting his little challenge before. Now that Art had answered wrong there may be a chance to get free from the essay himself.

Asher raised his hand slowly and waited for Mr. Richards to notice him. A few of the students in the front row had tried their luck and been equally rejected. Mr, Richards pointed at Asher who had been patiently waiting. When Asher opened his mouth to answer his voice was caught up.

'Ugh of all times to bite my tongue' Asher could only think to himself about his bad luck hitting him again. He was stuck in temporary silence.

"Oof, got stuck. It's alright, we can write out essays together." Art wanted toi reassure Asher since it looked like he had blanked on the answer he wanted to give. The other students hand felt that this was the case as well. The only one who was not looking away and choosing another student was Mr, Richards.

The silence went on for easily five minutes, many students had given up on keeping their hands raised feeling the soreness set in. "Ahhahahhhhahaha!" Mr. Richards suddenly broke in to a loud and long laugh. This was the most energy any student had seen from him ever. The new students were making some rather strange conclusions to what this teacher was like. "You sneaky kind, you really went above what I thought anyone would. I will tell you what, you are exempt from writing essays for the whole month! Who would have thought that the most though provoking thing someone could as would be to ask nothing at all." Mr. Richards was completely caught up in this realization. He sat down on a nearby chair and started to ponder on this himself while the rest of the class sat there dumbfounded.

"But, I just bit my tongue.." Asher spoke quietly and only Jane heard this. She giggled a bit hearing this response. 'Even Jane thinks I messed up, ugh how unlucky.' Asher only had this single thought running through his head but he didn't realize that Jane was thinking the opposite.

The rest of the class went on with less commotion than the start. They would speak on what morals a person needed in certain professions and where they came from over time. It was a very interesting class that made every single student think on how they made their own decisions within their lives.

"I think my brain is melting out of my ears after that class….why did we take it again?" Art was acting very dramatic and grasped his head pretending to hold his melting brain inside his head.

"Because, if we do not know who we are and what makes us act then how can we stand up and represent others?" Jane was taking the moral values very seriously. She would definitely become one of the heroes that followed the law to a T.

"I think the best part of the class is that all our assignments are what we think. It means that we don't have to research a bunch of things. We are our own resources!" Asher had taken a different lesson from this. He thought this would be easier when it came to essays, not that he had to write any this month.

"Ah! I can use that for my essay right? You have the month off so I will write about how we can only rely on ourselves in the stress of a battle. A hero needs to stand on their own solid foundations when they decide on how to act." Jane stood tall taking what Asher had just said to heart and beyond.