These days, in the territory of Vantora, there were already mutated beasts appearing, much like that firebird from before. People had discovered that physical training and practicing their abilities could make their powers stronger.
The government wasn't against its citizens growing stronger; they just hoped that power would be used the right way.
Don't bully the weak. Don't stir up trouble. Don't harm the public. Don't break the law.
As principal, he'd already said everything that needed saying. Now, it was up to the students to show some self-restraint.
If anyone ignored those warnings and did something wrong, only the law would be waiting for them.
When the meeting ended, Brandon slung his backpack over his shoulder, ready to head home—only to be stopped by an unexpected invitation from Wyatt Zhang, Sean Summers, and the rest.
"Come on, Brandon, let's go for a run!"
"Didn't they say training helps improve our powers? We're planning to work out for an hour every day."
"So, are you in or not?"
Honestly, when they used to talk about exercise, none of them ever looked this excited.
"You guys go ahead," Brandon said, shaking his head with a faint smile.
He had a private gym at home. If he wanted to work out, he could do it in comfort. That was one of the perks of being well-off.
Plus, thanks to his [Nature's Authority], his abilities were improving constantly, every minute of the day. He didn't even need to train; his powers would still grow.
It was a bit like Saitama unlocking his limiter, except Saitama had to grind it out through sheer willpower, and Brandon had simply been born with his.
Power came to him far too easily, but he wasn't about to complain.
"If you want to go, you'd better hurry. There's only one field at school, but there are plenty of Awakened students now," he added as a friendly reminder.
Wyatt, Sean, and the others snapped out of it, grabbed their bags, and raced off—like they were scared all the spots would be taken.
If the PE teacher saw them like that, he'd die laughing.
Brandon shrugged and left school with his bag. On the way home, he saw people showing off their abilities here and there.
With so many Awakened now, the authorities had long since made everything public, so there was no reason for secrecy anymore. In fact, it had almost become a competition to see who could show off the most.
So far, there hadn't been any cases of people using their abilities for crime. Not because they didn't want to, but because most people's powers were still too weak to get away with anything.
When Brandon got home, he tossed his backpack aside, collapsed into his favorite rocking chair, and logged into the chat group.
The chat group was still in the middle of a heated debate about the lottery, but this time it wasn't just Madara, Dagu, and Whitebeard arguing—everyone in the chat was involved.
Evilest Spirit: "[Guaranteed 'Thank You for Participating' Scratch Card]"
Evilest Spirit: "Someone please explain what a scratch card that always says 'Thank You for Participating' even is!"
Evilest Spirit: "Who would want something like this? Seriously, who?!"
Kurumi Tokisaki never imagined she'd pull something this absurd from the group lottery. What a generous group chat—it really had everything, didn't it!
Souping Up Dagu: "I didn't win anything good either, but seeing you all now, I actually feel lucky."
Souping Up Dagu: "This must be what happiness looks like."
Souping Up Dagu: "Hahahahaha!"
Compared to Madara, Whitebeard, and Kurumi, that "Postnatal Pig Care" skill he won didn't look half bad.
Evilest Spirit: "Angry.jpg"
Ordinary Group Leader: "What's with 'Thank You for Participating'? Mine isn't any better!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "[Free Cosmetic Surgery Voucher for Siba Clinic]"
Ordinary Group Leader: "I'm already a 3D beauty—who needs a plastic surgery coupon from Siba, you jerk!"
Roxie Vale was fuming when she saw her lottery prize.
Even before transmigrating, she was a gorgeous, natural beauty. Okay, maybe she didn't stack up against the likes of Kurumi, Nami, or Hinata from anime, but she was still top-tier. Growing up, she'd rarely met anyone more attractive than herself.
Even after awakening in this world—despite her unique constitution stopping her from training—her looks had only gotten better, if anything. She had zero need for any surgery.
This group chat was mocking her!
Ordinary Group Leader: "And I'm the group leader! When did group leaders have this kind of bad luck?!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Only top-tier luck can join the group, right? Isn't luck tied to destiny? How could my luck be this bad?!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "This is a fix, I'm telling you—a total fix!"
Golden Flash: "Um… I think it's probably just luck."
Golden Flash: "Meowth won a Devil Fruit, Brandon got Obito's Mangekyo Sharingan and bloodline, and I got Uzumaki clan physique."
Ordinary Group Leader: "Shut up, you lucky bastard!"
Come Be My Son: "Shut up, you lucky bastard!"
Evilest Spirit: "Shut up, you lucky bastard!"
Souping Up Dagu: "Shut up, you lucky bastard!"
Child of Nature: "Shut up, you lucky bastard!"
Uchiha Dance King: "Shut up, you lucky… wait, something's off here."
Uchiha Dance King: "@Child of Nature, why are you in the mix?!"
Someone who'd drawn Obito's Mangekyo had no right to call others lucky! That was a spatial ability—who wouldn't be jealous?
Ordinary Group Leader: "Exactly! I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said it, Madara."
Ordinary Group Leader: "You're one to talk, joining in with the others! Don't you feel any shame?"
Roxie bit her lip, eyes shining with unshed tears as she typed in the group chat, her voice full of indignation.
Why did her eyes always fill with tears? Because she was so deeply resentful of all these lucky winners.
She was a transmigrator too—so why did she have such awful luck?! It wasn't fair!
Souping Up Dagu: "Exactly!"
Child of Nature: "Shrug.jpg"
Child of Nature: "Luck isn't something I can control, you know?"
Child of Nature: "And it's just Obito's Mangekyo, just a little spatial ninjutsu."
Child of Nature: "No need to get so worked up, seriously."
Ordinary Group Leader: "He's humble-bragging, isn't he? This guy's humble-bragging right in the chat!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "I want to humble-brag too, sob sob sob…"
Child of Nature: "…"
Even as group leader, she was down so bad that even the others pitied her.
(End of Chapter)