There existed two different types of unique bodies: innate and acquired. Kyon didn’t come from a wealthy family (and family history was a determining factor there), which means that the second choice was not an option. Consequently, he was born with the body that erased the formation last night. At least, Martin thought so.

The innate bodies evolved together with the soul, but Kyon had connected with his spirit, and it made his value enormous. Martin’s eyes lit up with greed.

He cracked his fingers, pleased with himself. {How much can I get for this excellent specimen on the black market?}

Martin was planning to make a fortune from the boy's natural talent. Yet, the experience had shown that the owner of the unique body wasn’t going to end well.

Kyon had suspected that it was exactly the conclusion Martin was going to reach. At the moment, the crucial question was whether he would share his guess with Bob or not. However, judging by his sly face, he clearly was not going to keep his so-called friend in the know.

Bob noticed his friend's brightened face and asked:

«You cracked it, didn’t you?»

«Yeah... I guess… I need better tools. I can't figure out what’s causing it with this rubbish.» - Martin was quick to reply.

Kyon breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going according to his plan.

«Are you going to the family estate to take the tools?»

«Don't be ridiculous, Bob. Firstly, I'm at work. Secondly, why would I go two thousand kilometers there and back when I have specially trained people for this?» - The boss chuckled.

«Yeah, you’re right, sorry.»

«Take the boy to the hospital and don't let anyone hurt him, just leave him there until I get my things!» - Martin instructed Bob and turned to his drink that had long gone cold.

«And what should I do with his things?» - Bob nodded in the direction of the toys and the tools scattered on the table.

«I'm confiscating them. You are free to go.»

Kyon picked up the last muffin from the table and said goodbye to Martin. Then Bob and he left the boss’s office.

When Martin was left alone, he began to pace excitedly around the room.

{Whew, I need to calm down... I will find out his unique body’s rank, by all means. It can dissipate my formation, but his soul hasn’t started developing. It means his body must be at least of an «A» rank! Wow... Millions, millions, dear millions... or maybe even more?! } – The very thought made him dizzy. - {In any case, I need my high-precision tools. A star of luck is guiding me! Ha-ha-ha! I can finally get out of this poky hole of a place and turn over a new leaf. I will buy a higher rank in the family. Lucky, lucky me… } – His face relaxed in a dreamy smile.

A few minutes later, Martin's personal servant, who lived in the Stone's family estate, answered the sound transmitter.

«Pink, it’s Martin speaking. I urgently need all my tools here! Take the fastest horse and go.» - The boss said in a commanding tone.

«Yes, sir! I'll be there tomorrow morning.»

«I'll be waiting for you.»

…

Kyon didn't fear for his life, at least not today. There were several reasons for his confidence. The burst of energy had happened at night, so Martin would probably wait till the morning to verify it. Besides, Martin needed his tools, which gave Kyon a few more days’ head start before the D-day. Two thousand kilometers is a long distance, after all.

Time was running out.

Martin's sensitive tools would probably detect the 10th element at once and if it happened… Kyon's fate would be in Martin’s grabby hands, and he couldn’t let it pass.

Kyon, Borya, Mike, Bob, and his dog silently were walking to the hospital.

The supervisor looked depressed. He probably suspected Martin of withholding information, which meant that their “friendship” was nothing but a show, a big show.

Before Kyon left the office, he did not forget to take his contraband from the bottom of the chair, the piece of construction kit, and the modeling clay. He hid them in his pocket. He also found another trophy, a bun, that always hungry Rogash smelled long ago and kept pestering Kyon. Bob thought that the dog really liked the boy and didn’t mind.

Borya hesitantly broke the silence:

«Why did he search us and check our energy?»

«This is classified information.» - The fat supervisor grunted as if he was a secret agent.

The bald miner snorted resentfully. Why is everyone s-o-o-o pretentious? And his loss on top of all that... Borya came up to Kyon:

«Kyon, buddy, I don't know how it happened, but I have lost the bet! I'll pay you back later.» - He said glumly. And then, he finally decided to ask the question that had been haunting him all the time: - «Tell me what you did to Martha. Why did she say she liked you? I don’t understand how it’s even possible.»

«All you need is give them some intrigue. Women love it.» - Kyon shared his “secret” and winked meaningfully.

Borya skeptically snorted as in “what do you know about this, snot-nosed brat?” but it gave him food for thought, anyway.

Fortunately, Borya didn’t disappoint Kyon. He turned out to be a man of his word and brought up the subject himself, admitting his defeat. Borya was nice to deal with.

Kyon whispered conspiratorially:

«I need your help. As a reward, I'll reduce your debt to 2000 rupees.»

The offer snapped the bald guy out of his thoughts about the nature of existence. He whispered back:

«Go on.»

«When we get to the hospital, I need you to distract Bob's attention for at least ten seconds.»

«Distract Bob for 10 seconds? That's it?»

«Yes, but it’s not that simple. You don’t have just to distract him. The supervisor should be completely focused on you!»

«I’m down.» - Borya said simply and confidently. He didn’t care why Kyon asked him to do that, the most important thing for him was to “shave off” his debt. {Bob is not evil. If something happens, he won’t punish me too severely.}

No one else heard their conversation.

The dog was a part of his plan. Kyon had already tested him the other day, giving him different commands with gestures. He had shown the dog the bun, making it clear that he should be a good boy to get his reward. Rogash was in delighted anticipation.

And there, the treasured door was near.

Bob had taken out the keys and was tossing and catching them, still lost in his thought. He wasn’t even looking at the jingling set. Apparently, that monotonous movement helped him calm down.

Borya had thought out a plan of detaining Bob. He gave an imperceptible sign to Kyon: everything was ready.

Kyon put his arms around the dog’s neck and clamped a nerve that contorted the face of the animal with anger. Then he gave the command “attack,” pointing a finger at himself.

At that moment, the door opened.

Borya screamed like crazy and grabbed hold of Bob, keeping him from entering the hospital:

«STOP THE THIEF! HE’S TAKEN THE FOOD!» - Borya’s eyes were burning with righteous anger, his index finger pointing sideways: - «LOOK OVER THERE!»

At that moment, Rogash snarled at Kyon, flashed his fangs and “attacked” him.

Martha heard the noise and came out of her office:

«Is that you, Bob?»

She heard growling and screaming in the hall. Kyon ran into the hospital, his face in horror. The dog was rushing after him, his muzzle distorted with rage. Kyon came full circle, jumping over the beds, and ran to Martha. The doctor couldn’t understand what was going on and reflexively screamed:

«Bob, stop the dog! He’s attacked Kyon!»

The supervisor heard the screams and Rogash growling. He tried to turn back, but Borya didn't let him out of his bear hug, poking at the empty space and wailing even louder than Martha:

«THERE IS A THIEF, HURRY UP, CATCH HIM!»

Kyon quickly ran behind Martha’s back and watched the “evil creature” rush at full speed directly at her. He took advantage of the widespread chaos and, unnoticed by the others, approached the tool cupboard. There it was on the second shelf, wrapped in cloth, just what he needed. He quickly took out the right tool and hid it in the pocket.

The goal was achieved, not without casualties. When Bob managed to get rid of the “crazy” patient and yelled into the room: «Rogash, come to me!», the animal had already knocked Martha with all his weight down on the ground.

Then the poor dog stopped fooling around and went up to his master, his head lowered contritely.

Martha dusted herself off and rose from the floor. She was furious. She had already taken a deep breath to express her honest opinion on ill-mannered fur balls and their masters while Borya was still trying to convince Bob that there really was a food thief.

«Screw you and your thief! Are you fucking crazy? Let go of me!» - Bob completely lost it.

Martha went on the offense, her hands on her hips:

«Your dog went berserk! He tried to bite Kyon and attacked me! I never want to see him here again! It’s really nuts in here...» - She gasped for breath, anger rising in her chest.

«Come on! Rogash never attacks anyone! There must have been a reason!» - Bob immediately stood up for his pet. He demanded an explanation from the dog who looked somewhat guilty: - «Rogash, what the hell were you doing? Why were you chasing Kyon? You're friends, aren’t you!»

Just then, Kyon appeared and threw the bun to the dog that he greedily munched away.

«I think he didn't mean to attack me. He had just smelled the bun and was chasing after it.»

When Bob realized the reason for his pet’s “aggression,” he had a change of heart and patted his dog with a sweet tooth. Then he turned to Martha and said peacefully:

«I told you there was a reason.»

But the doctor was not going to hush up the conflict so quickly. She snorted, still hostile:

«It’s all because his master is an idiot and doesn't feed his dog properly!»

Bob had no leverage, so he turned to another “madman”:

«Why the hell did you yell?»

Borya made the most honest eyes and complained in a calmer voice:

«I saw a slave with sausage, over there. He stole it! I saw it!»

«Sausage? I’ve never heard of this stuff here! Rub your eyes, asshole!» - He theatrically twisted his finger at his temple, then turned to Martha with a malicious smile: - «You say I don't feed the dog properly, and your patients are seeing food everywhere! Who doesn’t feed whom properly!?» - Bob shoved it in her face triumphantly.

«Whatever.» - The doctor muttered. She really didn’t know what to say but was unwilling to give the last word to the beaming supervisor. Martha went into her office and slammed the door behind her.