Prologue

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     Silent.

                     Frozen

                                          limbo.

The world stopped.

But no one could possibly know.

A small replica of a city had been made—but that wasn't what was interesting. There were tens, no, hundreds of kids that were within this city. Each of them had the same goal:

                to be a hero

This goal, which they thought would be so easily attainable, occupied their minds in that moment. All they had to do was get points, easy, right? Take down the targets, kick ass, and take names. They shot first and asked questions later.

Despite the easiness of their preconceptions, getting enough points was not the easiest of tasks. The process of getting them was unique to each kid.

 There was a vast difference in how the kids presented as well, some humanoid, some not. The range of abilities was astounding, but in a world where everyone was amazing, only a few could stand out.

With the world at a stand-still it was clear to see who could reach their goal, and who could not. The frozen images of raw talent and power was certainty a sight to see however,

 Among the stationary world one kid was moving, And they were doing absolutely the most to use their power for success.

A white haired girl ran towards a robot and gracefully flipped her staff from behind her back, ready to greet her target with a rude awakening. Seconds before she could hit her target, she taped a small device on her side, and noise came flushing in.

She didn't even flinch.

The frozen images started to move back to life, unaware of their previous situation, and the robots continued to rampage the city, except for one that was really asking for it.

Before the robot could recognize its early demise, it'd been stabbed all the way through, with a classic metal tipped bo staff sticking through its head.

While the robot faltered from the blow, the girl had jumped at impact with the momentum from her staff, landing on the ground using her hand for balance.

                Superhero style

The robot sparked, tottering on its legs, until it came crashing to the ground. The girl stood up, not bothering to brush herself off, and grabbed back her staff.

                             "48"

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Not the best at drawing, but, here you go!

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