Psychic Overlord

Time passes in the world, and whole major events occur at each turn, but they are soon forgotten by the tide of time.

It’s now winter in the United Federation as the year is about to end and Christmas was looming in the distance, with many people having gone on vacation for the holiday, be they workers, students, or the like.

Today was the 11th of December and was a special day because it was the day before the beginning of the End of Year Assessment for students. This End of Year Assessment was rather varied, lasting ten days and taking the form of a written test, a practical test, and a tournament between students of various years, esper grades, and echelons.

There were also sports events and extracurricular clubs showing off their prowess on the final days, so it was lively and almost festival-like, the part of the year that even the failing students looked forward to in the academy.

Today was also special because it was the day that Kaizer would be ending his intense three-quarters of a year-long retreat where he had cut off all contact with the outside world, minus Rina, who visited him every day and was the only one allowed to since Kaizer ate and slept in the observatory with the Dean.

At the foot of the mountain where the observatory-like Training Room 0 was located, there was a bunch of people waiting there with vehicles parked nearby.

The winter winds blew through the open parking lot at the foot of the training mountain, snow gently dusting the earth in patches while the main road had been cleared for Rina’s travel. One could even see a dusty and snow-covered Dodge Viper ACR parked there silently, radiating endless loneliness after being abandoned by its master.

At the front of the parking lot, sunlight reflected off the sleek surfaces of several luxury vehicles lined up nearby, their engines idling or silently dormant, gleaming against the icy scenery.

Leading this makeshift gathering was Hector Dais, leaning casually against his freshly repainted pink and white Nissan Fairlady Z, a car that screamed midlife crisis despite the fact that Hector was barely twenty.

He wore a thick floral bomber jacket layered over a hoodie and matching pink joggers, capped off by snow boots and a black beanie with gold trim. His hair was still its iconic spiky yellow, but frost clung stubbornly to the ends.

Beside him was Lisa, arms crossed and chewing a toothpick while leaning on her matte black 1970s Mustang GT, clearly modded beyond legality.