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“All of which leads to the strangest thing of them all. The medical healers were able to find an arcane inscription on the boy’s back. Invisible to normal human eyes. It forced the kid to be wheelchair bound for the majority of his life. Not to mention unable to access his trait or profile.”
“I see,” said the climber president. “So the warrior spirit was what ultimately broke the inscription then.”
“That’s what I figured,” said Sakura. “But who would do such a thing to a mere child?”
She looked over to the boy. An orphan. Disabled. This boy had not had an easy life. Her heart ached for him.
“Whoever did this, they did it because they wanted to neutralize a threat,” replied the climber president.
Sakura thought back to the fight with the minotaur. For someone near death and untrained, the boy had shown remarkable resilience and power.
“The kid’s outer-rim file says his whole family was killed in a car crash,” said Sakura. “But that doesn’t quite line up with the fact that he has a unique trait and passive skill.”
The climber president scratched his chin. “Red hair, mysterious past. Reminds you of a certain climber, doesn’t it?”
Sakura’s eyes rose at the climber president’s words.
So she wasn’t crazy. There was a similarity.
But all that could be dealt with later. There was a more pressing question.
“What are we going to do when he wakes up?”
“Well,” said the climber president. “He’ll have to stay on this side of the wall now that he’s here. Those are the rules.”
“I want to train him,” said Sakura, clenching her fists with determination.
The climber president looked surprised.
“You!?” he coughed. “The great Sakura Sato. Sakura The Golden Blade wants to train a kid with a unique trait. That’s not like you. I’m surprised.”
Sakura smirked. “His ability is powerful, but it’s so situational as well. Without proper training, he could be even less powerful than someone with a common trait. Plus, with everything the boy has gone through, he won’t have the regular privileged smugness of someone with a unique or rare trait.”
“You’re not wrong,” said the climber president, looking at the resting boy once more. “But what makes you think he’ll even want to stay? He’d be eligible to re-apply for outer-rim citizenship, get a visa, return to where he grew up legally. It might take a while, but the courts might speed it up due to the unique circumstances.”
Sakura recalled the boy punching the minotaur with everything he had. The determination.
Then there were the bruises on his arm. Swollen. Older. Those were given to him before the fight with the minotaur.
“Something tells me, this kid’s not going to want to go back.”
Definitely not, she thought. Especially if he was related to the red-haired climber he resembled…