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The letter finally came in, asking if I would make it into the actual exam to become a part of the defence squad! You slowly opened the letter, hoping for the best. The crisp paper teared slightly as the seal holding the envelope shut stuck a little too well, but you got the letter open. You skimmed over the reading, and you were accepted! Holy shit! All your hard work finally paid off. If you passed this physical exam, you would become a defence officer!
You again skimmed the letter and glanced at anything that would tell you when to be there and the place you needed to be at, and wrote it down in your phone. 8 in the morning? That might be harder than the actual exam itself, but you've gotta go and try.
You've been training for about a year now, so you hoped that the competition would be too hard, but you can never know, so you continue training in the meantime before the exam date. So, as one does, you head over to your local gym, which costs you a whole $15.89 a month just to go to, but it's worth it! As you walk into the gym, it's got the normal people, the guy who is sweaty with WAY too big of muscles, the guy who smells like straight shit and the guy who's weaker than most 1st graders. The usual.
As you do your set, you see on the news about Kaiju number 8? You sure hoped that the defence force would handle it. The Kaiju looked like a dinosaur in a way, with teal accents and a pale face. Not very camera-friendly now, is it? creepy you thought to yourself, but luck for you, it wasn't in your area, so you didn't need to go to one of those civilian shelters that smell like mildew and BO.
Today was the day to see if all your hard work paid off. As you pull into the parking lot, you notice a guy picking up a car?! What the hell! Is this what I'm up against, about a 30-year-old guy who's the descendant of Superman?! You thought to yourself.
You park with no hope for the rest of the exams, you notice the guy who had just picked up the car was having a very loud discussion with a younger blonde girl, and he seemed to be just embarrassing himself. You snicker to yourself at the thought of this super-strong guy losing an argument, although he sure looks like the type.
Eventually, you make it into the place, and they have you do some basic exercises for points to see how strong you are. You seemed to be doing well, better than most, but not the best. The girl who was in the parking lot with the car lifting guy was doing SUPER well, apparently her name was Kikoru Shinomiya. Shes apparently a legend base what you’ve heard from the others. Honestly, the guy who had picked up the car was doing horribly! Most people were just calling him “really old guy,” and he was only in his early 30s! But it's not like you were going to ask his name anyway.
“BREAK OVER,” the dreaded sound that you heard over the loudspeaker.
“I guess we have another test to do. You murmur. “How fun.”
Instead of doing more workouts, they have you get into the specialty-made suits for the defence force, to see your combat rating or whatnot. You eventually get into the suit and hear a robotic-sounding voice say,
“Combat rating 13%.” You hear the same voice say plenty of different numbers for the others around you, 9%, 11%, 16%, but one that sticks out to you is 0%. You nearly laugh when you hear that. Who's the unlucky bastard who got 0%? When you turn to look at who it was, you see it was “Really old guy.” Him? Out of all people, the same guy who lifted a cat in the parking lot! Damn, you didn’t even know that was possible.