"I'm just a e with unstable power, huh?" I made a grim face as I spoke.

  "It's alright, Aron. You are one of us now, and we'll help you trol your powers. This school is a safe haven for all mutants. Here, you learn to harness your abilities and bee a part of our unity," the Professor said reassuringly.

  Yeah, right. I read id watched movies in my free time in my past life. I know just how safe this pce is. Anyway, I'm gd that they 't read my mind.

  "Thank you," I stood up with an awkward smile. "I... I just need some time to think about all this."

  The Professor nodded. "Of course, Aron. Take as much time as you need. I know it isn't easy to accept the truth, but we're here for you if you need anything."

  "Yeah, it isn't easy..." I turned around and walked out of the room with a gloomy face. It was all an act, of course. In fact, I'm ecstatic that I'm in Marvel. But, I gotta py the role of a sad and broken guy, at least for now.

  I stepped out of the Professor's office, the wooden door closing softly behihe hallways of the Mutant Academy were alive with the echoes of footsteps, versations, and pranksters pranking others. I saw Kitty run through the walls and two others chase after her. Walking through the halls of a pce I had only known from ic books and movies felt surreal. It feels like a dream.

  I walked through the hallways thinking about my step. Since I'm in Marvel and surrounded by superheroes and supervilins, not to mention the fact that all those vilins always target Earth, I have to be ready to survive. I o get stronger, but first, I o know more about my mutation. If it's just absorption and refle, then it's kind of OP. But I gotta test it out soon. For now, let's look around this pce.

  I passed a series of rooms where students were engaged in various activities. Some were studying, others practig their powers uhe watchful eyes of their instructors. I turned a er and found myself in front of a rge window overlooking a vast training field. This pce was different from where I woke up a Jubilee. There were energy barriers around it. Below, several mutants were in the middle of a sparring session. Energy bsts lit up the field, some sht that they left afterimages in my eyes. I watched as oudent summoned a shield of ice to block a barrage of fireballs from another.

  Might as well check out the area.

  When I reached the field, I saw a group of students gathered around the sparring area, watg two mutants go head-to-head. One of them, a guy with silver skin and yellow eyes, was darting around with incredible speed, while his oppo, a girl with fming red hair, unleashed a torrent of fire in his dire. The heat from her attacks was intense, even from where I stood.

  Damn. Those powers are insane.

  Walking around, I observed more students, all dispying different mutations. Some were straightforward, like enharength or flight. Others were more unusual, like one guy who could stretch his limbs like rubber. Hahaha. He's like Luffy. I imagine him yelling "Gomu Gomu no Pistol" as he punches people. I chuckled at the thought.

  Then, I noticed a se of the training field that was a bit more isoted. It was off to the side, where fewer students seemed to gather. Curious, I headed that way. The clot, the more I realized that this area was a target range. Several targets were set up in a line, some riddled with holes, others scorched or pletely obliterated.

  And then I saw her—a girl with striking white hair, her bae, focused oarget in front of her. She wore a tight bck suit that hugged her athletic frame, paired with a silver jacket. Her stance erfect.

  That had to be Storm. As I went closer and noticed the side of her face... Ok. That's Halle Berry. Yup. No doubt about that. That's her version of Storm.

  [Bang!] [Bang!] She fired two shots, each hitting its mark dead ter. Damn. She's a good shot.

  I tinued watg silently as she fired round after round, never missing a beat. It was impressive. Finally, when she had emptied her clip, she ejected the magazine and holstered her handgun.

  "Wow," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than anyone else.

  Without turning around, Storm spoke, her voice smooth and steady. "You shouldn't sneak up on people, especially not here."

  "Uh, sorry about that," I replied, taking a step closer. "I didn’t mean to interrupt your training session. Just... got curious."

  She finally turo face me, her pierg blue eyes log onto mihere was a brief moment of silence as she studied me.

  “You’re the new guy, aren’t you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “Name’s Aron.”

  “Ororo Munroe, but everyone here calls me Storm,” she said, though it felt more like an introdu than a greeting. “Heard about you. You’ve had a rough start, huh?”

  “You could say that,” I replied, rubbing the bay neck. “Still trying to figure out what’s going on.”

  Storm nodded, giving me ahetic smile. "Well, wele to the school. Professor Xavier is a good man. He'll help you sort things out."

  "Thanks..." I trailed off, unsure of how to respond. "So, uh, you're pretty good with that gun. Do you teabat csses here?"

  "Yes. Firearms, martial arts, and some sneaking skills. I also teach weather manipution to mutants with atmospheric abilities like me," Storm expined with a smile.

  "Weather manipution?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "How does it work?"

  "Basically, I trol the weather. I create rain, summon lightning, and even manipute wind currents. It es in handy during missions," Storm replied fidently.

  "Wow, that's incredible," I excimed, pying up my amazement. "I bet you're pretty powerful."

  "I'd like to think so," Storm nodded. "So, since you are here... How about you give it a try?" She picked a handgun from the table o her and offered it to me. "It'll help you unload some stress. Trust me."

  I looked at the gun in her hands. Ah, guns, huh? When you are dealing with mafias and all, guns are the best buddy. And I'm somewhat of a self-procimed prodigy when it es to firearms. So, might as well show off a little. If she asks where I learned, I got that e excuse. I'll just say I just know, or maybe they made me that way.

  "Sure, why not?" I shrugged, taking the firearm from Storm. I held it loosely in my right hand, feeling its weight and ba felt good. The grip was firm but fortable, and the barrel was and shiny.

  Storm poioward the target in front of us. "Go ahead, take your shot."

  I lifted the gun and aimed at the target with my left hand.

  "Umm... I'm not sure it's a good idea to hold it with a single hand," Storm advised.

  "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing," I said fidently before pulling the trigger three times in quick succession. The sound echoed across the training field as each bullet struck its mark. Then I unloaded the entire magazine, firing until I heard the empty click of the slide.

  I hahe on back to Storm with a satisfied grin. "Not bad, right?"

  "That was... quite impressive," she replied, clearly taken aback by my dispy. Her expression said she wasn't expeg this oute.

  "Thanks," I grinned, basking in the glory of my achievement.

  "Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Storm inquired, curiosity evident in her voice.

  "I don't know... Maybe they programmed me to be a prodigy?" I said with a shrug, throwing in the e card.

  "Ah, I'm sorry," she apologized. The fact that I was a ust have slipped her mind.

  "It's fine," I waved dismissively. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Storm. But I gotta go. I o clear my head a bit."

  "Of course. It was nice meeting you too, Aron," Storm nodded, me a friendly smile.

  I returhe gesture before turning away and heading off toward my room. I've seen enough for the day.

  "Hey, Aron," as I was about to leave the training field, Storm called out to me. "You want to test out your power?" She walked up to me. "We got a special pce where you test out your power. Wanna go?"