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Sky High School...
Principal's Office...
Rudra stepped into the Principal's Office,
And the first thing that struck him was how immaculately clean it was—
Almost unnaturally so.
"____"
The room gleamed with pristine white walls, ivory shelves, and a spotless glass desk that reflected the soft ambient light.
Not even a trace of dust dared to linger;
It was as though the room itself had been purified by light.
Behind the desk sat Principal Power—
The head of Sky High.
She was not what Rudra expected.
In his memory,
She should've been a woman in her mid-forties—
Wise, steady, a veteran hero who'd spent decades molding young talents.
But the woman before him looked… younger.
Early thirties, at most.
Her black hair fell neatly to her shoulders, her white and silver suit subtly glowing as if woven with photonic fibers.
A small badge bearing the Sky High crest glimmered near her collarbone.
She was signing papers when he entered,
The silver pen in her hand moving with a graceful rhythm.
But the moment she sensed his presence,
She looked up—
And smiled.
It wasn't the formal, restrained smile of an administrator.
It was warm, confident… and teasing.
Rudra froze for half a second—
"____"
Not out of nervousness, but confusion.
'What the hell… she looks like she's reversed twenty years of aging.'
He caught himself staring,
His eyes unintentionally tracing the faint aura of light that surrounded her form.
Principal Power noticed.
"____"
She leaned back slightly in her chair, resting the pen on the desk, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
Smirk~
"Well,"
She said with a lilting chuckle, her voice carrying a magnetic calm,
Chuckle~
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice."
Rudra blinked, straightening his posture immediately.
"____"
"Apologies, Principal Power. I didn't mean to stare—"
"Oh, it's quite alright, Professor Ra-One,"
She interrupted smoothly, her tone teasing yet composed.
"Most men do a double-take the first time they see me. You're just more polite about it."
Her emerald-green eyes studied him with subtle curiosity,
Flicking from his composed expression to the faint shimmer of his aura—
The Brahmastra's energy that he couldn't fully suppress.
"I assume you're wondering why I look… younger than I should."
Rudra nodded once.
Nod~
"The thought crossed my mind."
Principal Power clasped her hands lightly over her desk.
"Let's just say I am the youngest principal at Sky High history."
She winked lightly, her words layered with mystery.
Wink~
"So I am still single."
Rudra gave a small, restrained smirk.
Smirk~
"Duly noted. I'll stick to the official explanation then."
"Smart choice,"
She said, her tone bright again.
Then, leaning forward slightly, she added,
"I've heard about your performance in the Hero Qualification Exam. You've caused quite the stir in the Commission, Mr. Ra-One. Director Kaizen Volt has been pestering me with questions about you all morning."
"Understandable,"
Rudra replied evenly.
"I'd be suspicious too if someone's entire record was classified."
Her smirk widened.
Smrik~
"Oh, don't worry—I know who you are, Rudra Eswar."
That made him pause.
Her eyes gleamed faintly as the room's light reflected in them.
"You didn't think I'd invite someone to teach at my school without doing a little digging, did you?"
Rudra didn't respond immediately—
Just studied her in silence.
"____"
Her confidence wasn't arrogance; it was certainty.
Whatever she knew, it was enough for her to trust him the system has done a good job.
Principal Power rose from her chair, walking gracefully around the desk until she stood before him.
The faint hum of her light-based powers tingled faintly in the air as she crossed her arms.
"Welcome to Sky High, Ra-One,"
She said, her voice soft but commanding.
"I believe you'll fit right in. Classes start tomorrow. For now, the staff quarters are ready—you'll find them down the west wing. Oh, and…"
She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting.
"Try not to break too many things during your first week And I am free after 5 PM... Then we like our school floating above the clouds, not falling through them."
A small, amused smile tugged at Rudra's lips.
"No promises, Principal Power."
She chuckled again—
A musical sound that carried authority and charm in equal measure.
"Good. I like troublemakers who can clean up after themselves."
Rudra followed the narrow,
Curving corridor of the west wing,
His boots clicking softly on the polished metal floor.
The place had a subtle futuristic hum —
Panels along the walls pulsed faintly with blue light,
And distant chatter of students echoed from somewhere below.
When he reached the sign that read
"Staff Quarters – Authorized Personnel Only",
The sliding door opened with a soft hiss,
Revealing a hallway lined with doors on either side.
Floating near one of them was… well,
Someone who immediately caught Rudra's attention.
A man with an oversized cranium,
Easily twice the size of a normal head,
Was suspended in midair on a hovering chair.
He had round spectacles perched at the bridge of his nose and that twitched when he turned a page of the thick,
Floating book before him.
The man looked up,
His eyes twinkling with both intelligence and curiosity.
"Ah! You must be the new faculty member,"
He said in a deep, thoughtful tone.
His voice carried the calm rhythm of someone who'd seen countless oddities in his career.
Rudra nodded politely.
Nod~
"Rudra Eswar. Also known as Ra-One. Principal Power told me to meet whoever was in charge of room allocation."
"Excellent, excellent,"
The man said, lowering his book —
Which floated obediently beside him.
"I am Professor Medulla, head of Advanced Scientific Theory and Power Behavior Studies."
Rudra arched a brow.
"Medulla… as in—"
"Yes, yes,"
Medulla interrupted with a small wave of his hand.
"Named after the brainstem, ironic as it may be. I do hope the humor isn't lost on you."
"Not at all,"
Rudra replied with a faint grin.
Grin~
"Splendid. Now then,"
Medulla said, pressing a button on the armrest of his hovering chair.
The chair rotated gracefully, gliding ahead as if leading the way.
"Follow me, Professor Ra-One. Your room is ready—or rather, waiting to be made ready."
The corridor curved again before they reached a stairwell with glowing steps that responded to each of Medulla's passes.
They stopped on the third floor,
Where a single plaque gleamed faintly:
Room 224.
Medulla tapped a small panel beside the door,
And it slid open with a soft hiss.
Inside was… nothing.
Just four plain metallic walls,
A blank ceiling, and a smooth floor —
Not even a window.
The entire room looked like an empty simulation chamber waiting for a command.
"____"
Rudra's brow furrowed.
Frown~
"It's… empty?"
Medulla chuckled lightly, clearly amused by Rudra's confusion.
Chuckle~
"Ah, yes. You see, every professor here has a customizable living environment. Think of it as an adaptive construct — the quarters respond to your creativity."
"Meaning?"
Rudra asked.
"Meaning,"
Medulla explained with a spark in his eye,
"That you can shape your quarters however you wish. A forest, a dojo, a modern apartment, even a pocket dimension of solitude."
"Simply project what you desire, and the nanostructure embedded within the walls will construct it in real-time."
"Principal Power insisted on this after one of our teachers turned her room into a miniature volcano range. Safety protocols are tighter now, I assure you."
Rudra blinked, processing it all.
"So, I can just… edit through this panel about what I want?"
"Precisely. Though I'd advise against inputing crazy command like a black hole,"
Medulla said dryly, tapping his temple.
"The system tends to take things literally."
Rudra gave a soft laugh and nodded.
"Noted."
Medulla gestured dramatically toward the room.
"Go on, then. Let's see what your creativity is, Professor Ra-One."
Taking a deep breath,
Rudra stepped inside the blank chamber.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his imagination flow —
A serene mix of modern design and natural harmony.
When he opened his eyes again,
And typed the description into the panel,
The walls shimmered like rippling water.
A low hum filled the air.
Then, slowly, the room began transforming—
The metallic walls shifted in blocks into warm teakwood panels.
A wide window formed, revealing a panoramic view of clouds and the floating school below.
A sleek bed emerged beside a minimalist desk.
The floor shifted into polished stone veined with faint golden lines that pulsed gently.
A faint breeze brushed past,
Carrying the soft scent of sandalwood.
Medulla's eyebrows lifted in mild approval.
"Ah… a tasteful blend of calm and command. You've got style, Professor."
Rudra turned, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
"I like peace. But I don't mind a little edge."
"Good philosophy,"
Medulla said, floating backward through the door.
"Tomorrow morning, orientation begins at eight sharp. Oh—and try not to scare the students too much. The last teacher who did that ended up on probation for 'psychological intimidation.'"
"I'll try to behave,"
Rudra replied, smirking faintly.
Smirk~
"Marvelous,"
Medulla said, waving a finger as he floated away.
"Dinner's in the faculty lounge at seven. Don't be late—or the food will be gone, and trust me, Gravity Girl doesn't share."
As his floating chair hummed down the hall,
Rudra stood in his newly formed quarters,
Gazing out the window at the sunset bleeding into the horizon.
The next morning...
The floating city of Sky High glimmered under the bright sun.
The sound of chatter and laughter echoed through the wide cafeteria as Rudra sat quietly in the corner, finishing his breakfast.
Around him, the air was buzzing with excitement.
Professors and students from other years were already talking animatedly about the new batch that would be arriving today—
Each one eager to see what kind of quirks or powers the freshers would bring.
At one table, two senior boys debated over which power type would top this year.
At another, a group of girls whispered about a student rumored to control metal.
The energy was almost electric.
Rudra, however, remained calm.
"____"
He took the last sip of his coffee, pushed the tray aside,
And rose from his seat.
His uniform jacket shifted slightly as he moved,
The faint glow of the Sky High insignia reflecting off the overhead lights.
He stepped out of the cafeteria,
Boots tapping lightly against the steel walkway,
And followed the route Principal Powers had mentioned the previous day —
Straight toward the west corridor,
Leading down to the massive open P.E. area.
As he walked, the sound of the crowd grew louder —
Cheers, whistles, bursts of energy, and the sharp, commanding voice of a man that could only belong to one person.
When Rudra arrived,
He saw rows of students assembled across the wide training ground.
Some stood on glowing launch platforms, others were stretching or sparring in pairs.
A few faculty members stood watching from the sidelines, taking notes on their tablets.
At the center of it all stood Mr. Boomer,
Wearing his usual blue tracksuit, whistle gleaming around his neck, clipboard in hand.
His presence alone kept the younger students in check.
Seeing Rudra approach,
Boomer gave a grin and a short nod, motioning him closer.
Grin~
"Morning, Ra-One,"
Boomer said with his usual booming tone.
"You're just in time. Today's the big day — the class division for our new students."
Rudra's eyes briefly scanned the open field —
The bright sunlight cutting through the clouds, the floating banners swaying high above, the electric excitement painted across every face.
"Class division?"
He asked.
Even through he knew the answer for the question he asked.
Boomer chuckled,
Chuckle~
"Yeah. Old tradition. We split the freshers into Hero or Sidekick tracks based on their first performance. It's... usually chaotic."
He blew the whistle sharply.
Whistle~
"Alright, everyone! Line up! You know the rules — let's see what you've got!"
A surge of movement followed as the first batch of students hurried to the platforms.
The circular launch pads beneath their feet began to hum and glow with faint blue light.
Boomer raised a hand dramatically, the wind brushing through his hair.
"Three… two… one… LAUNCH!"
As the test began.
Laughter spread through the field.
Boomer sighed but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips
Sigh~
Standing beside him, Rudra observed everything quietly —
His eyes glowing faintly blue for a brief second as the system inside him analyzed each student's quirk energy and output level.
Boomer turned to him again, grinning.
"What do you think of our new recruits?"
"Raw talent,"
Rudra said calmly, watching another student misfire a laser beam that sliced through a training dummy.
"But with better discipline, they'll go far."
Boomer chuckled, impressed.
Chuckle~
"Spoken like a real pro. You'll fit right in here."
After several batches had finished their turn,
The final group arrived —
Escorted personally by the ever-smiling driver, Ron Wilson.
His signature orange uniform gleamed under the sunlight as he led the new arrivals across the training field,
Waving proudly at Mr. Boomer like an old friend.
Rudra, standing beside the instructor, turned his gaze toward them —
And for a brief moment, his eyes widened.
He recognized a few of the faces instantly.
Even though this world was an odd blend of realities, those faces… he could never mistake them.
Will Stronghold,
The boy with a hesitant smile and nervous posture,
The one who would one day become a symbol of courage among his peers.
Layla Williams,
Her auburn hair catching the light, eyes sharp with conviction —
The girl who could command vines and roots as if nature itself listened to her heartbeat.
And several others from the Sky High movie he remembered —
Alive, breathing, and utterly unaware of the parallel layer they now existed in.
"Alright, final batch! Step forward!"
Boomer's voice thundered across the field as the students formed a neat line before him.
He clapped his hands once, pacing in front of them like a commander before battle.
"Now listen up! The class division is simple — those who show promising hero qualities move to the Hero Course, and the rest join the Hero Support Division, also we called the Sidekick Track! Don't think of it as a punishment; both are vital to the hero ecosystem."
The students nodded uncertainly.
Nod~
"____"
"____"
"____"
Some looked eager, others nervous.
Then, as Boomer prepared to start the first test,
A hand shot up from the line.
Everyone turned.
It was Layla Williams.
Her voice was steady, clear —
Carrying that unmistakable tone of quiet defiance.
"Excuse me, Mr. Boomer,"
She said, taking a step forward,
"But I don't think splitting students like this is fair."
A hush spread across the field.
The seniors nearby raised their brows; even some of the teachers stopped talking.
Boomer blinked, lowering his clipboard.
"____"
"You got something to say, kid?"
Layla folded her arms, her tone growing bolder.
"Everyone here came to Sky High to be a hero. Judging them on one exercise — and labeling them 'sidekick' because they didn't score high enough — isn't right. People grow. Powers grow. We're supposed to teach them that, aren't we?"
A murmur rippled through the crowd —
Some nodding in agreement, others smirking, expecting Boomer's famous temper to flare.
But the P.E. instructor only grinned.
Grin~
"Well, look at that. We got ourselves a rebel philosopher on day one."
Layla didn't back down.
"____"
Her green eyes gleamed with confidence.
"If being a rebel means standing up for fairness, then maybe that's what this place needs."
While Rudra looked at her closely for a moment.
His system pinged softly in his mind.
[Ding...]
[SYSTEM ANALYSIS: Divergence Detected.]
[Timeline variation – "Layla's protest occurred before the allocation test began earlier than canonical event."]
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