"Hey, hero of Tirania."

A soldier teased when Han entered the cafeteria.

"How can you dare to go against a dragon with a single spear? Damn! You're so cool."

Bahamut's dragon fear had been the strongest out of all dragons thus far. Even the first generation psykers could not move at all. The only person who could properly move was Han, while Simon could make only sporadic movements.

'This must be the reason the institution is focusing the core of the battle strength to the second generation even with all our weak points.'

The second generation psychics were stronger than the first generation. These youths exceeded the first generation's in only a short while. There was only a limited amount of psychoframes, and so only the best of the best would pilot them. The psyker producing institution focused on the quality of its soldiers rather than quantity.

Many soldiers greeted Han. There wasn't a single soldier in Ark that did not know of Han. Not everyone was smiling though. There were many depressed soldiers who had lost their long time friends and peers.

Han couldn't properly use his hands yet so he grabbed only a few simple foods he could easily consume.

"How's it feel to be a hero?"

Laocha brought his tray of food and sat across from Han.

"That's not a funny joke."

"It will be easier for everyone to cope with the situation if they have something fun to discuss."

Laocha had participated in the Battle of Tirania. He was deployed in the Squads that had been deployed later on. He had wounds on his body here and there. Han spoke with Laocha while eating his meal. Han walked all around the third year zone after he finished eating. Simon Dell was at the psychic training center.

"Simon, why don't you rest a bit?"

Han said while making the training steel marbles float. Simon was fervently training his telekinesis. Ark's researchers temporarily labeled telekinesis as Simon's unique ability. Simon liked to use his telekinesis in various ways during battle. He greatly excelled in telekinesis sense, control, and power. He controlled his telekinesis like it was an extension of his limbs.

"Shut up. You're pissing me off."

Simon said with an unpleasant expression. His pride had been greatly stomped upon. He was covered in injuries. He was dubbed a psychic genius, but after Kuro's advancement he had been thrown to the back burner. It wasn't possible to train to upgrade himself into an S rank psyker. Only the chosen few who had been inborn with the talent could manage to tread the territory. Amongst all of the first and second generation psychics, there were less than 10 psychics who managed to become S rankers. Most S rankers had passed on, and the identity of these S rankers were kept top secret.

'My psychic powers doesn't stand a chance against that black boy, and in other aspects I lose against Han.'

Simon was frustrated. He had been the main protagonist wherever he went. He had been considered England's last genius, and he had always been the focus since he had been admitted to Ark. Even Sergeant Red has been keeping an eye on him.

'And now, I'm just one among many third years.'

Simon had been officially transferred up into third year. He was a genius amongst many, but amongst geniuses he was a nobody. He had realized this to the bone in the last battle.

Weeng!

Simon made many steel marbles float in the air. The stress of his chaotic heart caused the marbles to fly chaotically in an irregular pattern.

'I'm not the best psyker, I don't have superior unique psychic skills like blink! I'm not an outstanding candidate for a squad leader, neither! Damn it all!'

Simon roughly flung the marbles. He didn't use inertia, but pure psychic power to throw, but the speed of which the marble flew were astonishing.

"Huu, huu."

After Simon blew off enough steam from his anger, he sat down on a chair and chugged down his sports drink.

"You look good." Han mumbled

Simon glared.

"Stop messing around. Are you looking down on me after becoming my Squad Leader a few times? Why don't we fight to see who is truly superior?"

Han narrowed his eyes. Simon's words were a bit excessive. Han didn't have any thoughts of letting this silently pass.

"Simon, are you going to continue acting so disgracefully? Who is the one throwing a tantrum here?"

During Han's second year, when he was the squad leader of the 13th squad, he didn't try and recruit Simon into his squad. Simon was over the top and arrogant, and he would never be happy unless he was treated like he was the best. The other party was an elite with excessive pride. His personality had become a great deal better after his training lessons in Ark, however one's inborn nature could not be easily changed.

"Shall I help you break your remaining arm? I'm different than your friends that play house with you. I'll crush you good."

Simon's eyes shined with light. Psychic energy overflowed from his irises. Simon's temper flared every time he saw Han. Envy and jealousy.. Simon suffered a great inferiority complex due to Han. He understood this to his bones, and it made him even more frustrated.

"Haven't you already learned, that the one with stronger psychic powers isn't always the winner, Simon? When I was the 13th Squad Leader, how many times did Squad 3 win against me? Once? Twice? I don't even remember a single time. Oh, didn't you lose against Kijo not too long ago? It was unsightly."

Simon's face flushed red. His loss against Kijo had truly been a disgrace. The guy who he considered less than a bug, beat him with the use of mere trickery.

"Come, let's fight. You slant-eyed monkey bastard."

Simon jeered. The two were just moments away from their own tipping points. Han and Simon didn't have such kind and forgiving personalities. The two were accustomed to using others as stepping stones to get what they wanted. They instinctively knew how to gain the top positions amongst their peers.

"Since you wish for it so much, it would be rude to say no, Simon."

KWANG!

Han threw his cast onto the wall, making it shatter. His arm wasn't broken, and his bone had only cracked. He could ignore such a small thing like pain. Han opened and clasped his fingers one by one, and then jumped down to Simon's vicinity. His eyes reflected a chilling calmness.

'I can't make a fool of myself fighting against Simon here.'

Han stretched his neck left and right to pop the joints.

'I'm superior at hand-to-hand close combat. Simon would most likely use his telekinesis. There are many useful objects which would work well with his telekinesis in this room.'

Han quickly calculated in his mind. He took note of everything around them, and thought over all of Simon's general skills.

Geeeee-

The door to the Psychic training center opened. Han and Simon ruthlessly glared toward the door which opened.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Dimitri asked.

Canute stood next to him. The two were not wearing second year uniforms. Han and Simon shook their heads. Their mood to battle was gone. The serious atmosphere sank. They didn't have the heart to continue this fight.

"We were training." Han said to Dimitri. Simon sat on his seat and crushed his blameless water bottle.

"You guys didn't hear the news yet? Canute and I will be transferred up into third year this time around." Dimitri smiled threateningly. Canute who was just behind him, shook his hand.

"I was transferred up into third year after you. This was to be expected." Canute said smugly and shrugged his shoulders. Amongst the second years, Dimitri and Canute were the most suitable and capable to participate in real battle. Dimitri had grown progressively without stop all this time, while Canute had one of the best unique skills- healing factor. Other than Simon, these two were the best candidates to become third years.

Dimitri's third year guide was the previous squad leader of Squad 5. Usually people who are familiar with one another would become guides of new third year rookies. The guides were responsible for showing rookies around the different third year facilities while explaining various rules which all took only a couple of days.

"Well then, I'm heading off." Dimitri waved his hand and left.

He was on his way to meet his third year mentor. Canute's guide would of course be Han.? Canute would be guided around the third year areas by Han for the next couple of days.

Han approached Simon before he left the psychic training center. Simon looked up to meet the other's eyes.

"Let's both cool our heads. Agree?" Han said.

Simon laughed through his nose.? Actually, they knew that there was no need to fight like this. However, they felt the need to protect their pride so that they didn't appear weak to the other.

"Then don't appear before me for the time being. Even if I cool off, just seeing your face makes me angry."

Han and Canute left the psychic training center. Han thought of Simon. Han had thought the same since long ago, but handling someone like Simon was truly difficult. He thought they had gotten along pretty well the past few days, but they were back at square one.

'Thinking carefully, there isn't a person who has been to more military operations together with me than Simon.'

Ironically, Han and Simon went to all of the past military operations together. It had been that way in the Sinuiju Dimensional Crack Zone, during the True Group's surprise attack, and the recent Battle of Tirania. The other party had been a dependable support all those times. Simon had been the only person who assisted Han during the battle against Bahamut.

If Han were to choose his squad members now, he would greatly consider Simon to be in his squad. He didn't require any exchange of words to efficiently battle together with Simon.

'Simon appeared greatly disturbed from the start.. I've only helped to flame his temper with more oil.'

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