The scattered red light rings-
Originally meant to cut, melt, and annihilate everything in the room-
Stopped.
Frozen in place.
That was what Alex saw.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Morin raised his right hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.
He made a gentle grasping motion in the air and spoke softly.
"H-how did you do that?" Alex stammered.
He couldn't imagine it.
"It's simple."
Morin slowly closed his fingers.
Invisible yet overwhelming electromagnetic forces responded.
They formed a complex, ultra-dense magnetic field.
A shield.
A containment field.
It restrained the violent light rings Alex had released.
If Magneto were here, he would probably have needed surrounding metal to block them.
But Morin didn't.
Electromagnetism alone was enough.
Enough to look like magic.
This was the power of knowledge.
As the magnetic field contracted, the space containing those high-energy particles shrank.
Collision probability skyrocketed.
Light and heat erupted violently.
Morin's magnetic field couldn't fully contain light-
But that was fine.
A simple light-blocking spell solved it.
As for the heat, a heat-absorption spell followed.
Problem solved.
Knowledge.
No-magic?
No.
Magic was just science from another angle.
So in the end-
Still knowledge.
The light rings collapsed one by one, erased as the magnetic field tightened.
"That," Morin said calmly, hands behind his back, "is the most superficial application of power."
Alex and the others stared at him.
Like they were looking at a god.
"Now," Morin continued indifferently, "does anyone still have objections to me teaching you?"
"No. None at all."
Everyone shook their heads together.
Who would dare?
Morin had said he wouldn't retaliate.
That they were free to choose.
But put yourself in his place-
Would someone with that kind of power really swallow insults without remembering them?
Only one possibility existed.
He'd settle the score later.
Everyone understood that.
And after witnessing that display, another thought took root.
If someone like that was teaching them-
Could they become that strong too?
"That's good," Morin nodded.
"Alex. You're first."
"Huh?" Alex's heart tightened.
"What do you think your biggest problem is?" Morin asked.
"Uh... I can't control it?" Alex scratched his head.
"Correct," Morin said.
"Lack of control is fatal."
"No matter how powerful an ability is, if you can't control it, it's useless."
"It can even destroy you."
"If you want control, you need to understand the essence of your power."
"Essence?"
"Before that," Morin asked, "what's your educational background?"
"High school," Alex replied.
"When I realized I couldn't control my power, I asked to be confined here."
"Alright."
Morin turned his head.
"Hank."
"W-what?" Hank jumped.
"I have a task for you," Morin said.
"Make him a focusing plate."
"It needs to absorb plasma energy and redirect it in a single direction."
"That's your assignment."
"And your strength."
Morin paused, then continued evenly.
"Don't obsess over your feet."
"God gave you a brilliant mind."
"So He gave you unusual feet."
"You focus on the loss and ignore the gift?"
"Be grateful. Think positively."
"That's your answer."
"And have some confidence."
"At the very least, your feet make you very fast."
"I... I'll try," Hank replied weakly.
"For every gain, there's a loss," Morin said.
"And sometimes, what you lose becomes an advantage."
He turned back to Alex.
"And you."
"The focusing plate is training."
"When you use it, memorize the direction of your energy flow."
"Then remove it."
"Reproduce that state on your own."
"Understand?"
"Understood!" Alex answered immediately.
"Raven," Morin looked over.
"I don't need to explain your task, right?"
"O-of course not," Raven replied stiffly.
"Did you finish your homework?"
"Almost."
"That means no."
"Double it."
Morin waved his hand.
Raven froze.
So did everyone else.
"Next," Morin said calmly, "Sean."
"Your codename is 'Banshee,' correct?"
"You produce high-frequency sound waves?"
"Yes," Sean nodded.
"I can shatter glass."
"Do you understand why?" Morin asked.
Sean froze.
"...Uh... loud?" he tried.
"It's resonance," Hank said quietly from the side.
"Correct," Morin nodded.
"High-frequency resonance."
"The sound forces the glass to vibrate at its natural frequency."
"Amplitude increases."
"The waves overlap."
"The glass breaks."
"Basic physics."
"But the destructive potential is terrifying."
"And you don't know how to use it."
Morin continued.
"A classic example."
"Soldiers march across a bridge in perfect rhythm."
"Midway through, the bridge collapses."
"Not because the bridge is weak."
"But because resonance destroys even the strongest structure."
"So."
"If your vocal cords can produce high frequencies..."
"Your range is enormous."
"Glass is just the beginning."
"As long as you hit the natural frequency..."
"You can shatter far more."
"That's dangerous..." Hank muttered.
It was basic knowledge.
But for this group, it was new.
Morin placed an iron block into Sean's hands.
"Shatter it."
"You pass if you do."
"O... okay."
Sean still didn't really understand.
Then-
Morin turned to the one he was most interested in.
"Armando."
"Codename: Darwin."
"Adaptive evolution, correct?"
"Yes," Armando nodded quickly.
"I adapt to survive."
"That's an extremely powerful ability," Morin said first.
Then-
"But I won't let you test it directly."
"I need some of your blood."
"Hank and I will study it."
"Is that acceptable?"
"..."
Armando nodded hard.
Could he say no?
Would he dare?
He was just a taxi driver.
"Good."
"You. Alex. Hank."
"Come with me."
"Raven. Sean."
"Go complete your tasks."
"Break."
"Prepare."
One day later.
The Soviet Union.
An isolated checkpoint stood on a barren road.
"Checkpoint ahead!"
Inside a large truck, Moira quickly opened the divider to the rear compartment.
"What?" Charles looked confused.
"The map didn't show this!" Moira said urgently.
"Relax," Charles said quickly.
"Leave it to me."
"Say you sold your goods and are returning to the farm."
"Just passing through."
The divider closed.
The truck stopped.
"Open the rear compartment for inspection!"
Soldiers circled the vehicle with police dogs.
The door opened.
"Anything?" an officer asked.
"Nothing," the soldier replied after a glance.
"Empty."
The dog showed no reaction.
Inside the compartment-
It was packed.
American soldiers aimed rifles.
Eric held iron beads, ready.
Charles pressed two fingers to his temple.
"Let them pass," the officer ordered.
The door closed.
The truck moved on.
Only after they were far away did Charles lower his hand.
He exhaled deeply.
"Why do you look exhausted?" Eric asked.
"I'm not tired," Charles said stiffly.
"I'm disgusted."
To avoid detection, he had entered the minds of the soldiers.
And the dog.
He'd seen things he wanted to forget.
Eric burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh!" Charles snapped, wrestling him.
The soldiers exchanged strange looks.
Eventually, they arrived at a villa.
Heavily guarded.
Clearly a high-ranking residence.
Intelligence said Shaw and Emma Frost would meet here.
They planned to capture both.
But when the helicopter landed-
Only one person stepped out.
Emma Frost.
Shaw was absent.
"Where's Shaw?" Eric frowned.
"She's a telepath," Charles said quietly.
"I can't probe her directly."
He controlled a nearby soldier instead.
Sight.
Sound.
Information flowed in.
After a moment-
"Emma told the officer Shaw couldn't come."
"She's alone."
"What now?" Charles looked at Moira.
"We wait," Moira said firmly.
"We can't alert them."
"Mission failed."
"To hell with that," Eric stood up.
"Hey!" Moira grabbed him.
"She's Shaw's right hand," Eric said coldly.
"That's good enough."
"Interest is interest."
He had watched Shaw kill his mother.
The hatred had fermented for years.
He wouldn't let this chance go.
"A CIA agent attacking a Soviet official's residence?" Moira snapped.
"Are you insane?"
"I'm not CIA," Eric sneered.
"Eric," Charles called.
"You're just going to charge in?"
"They're one iron bead away from defeat," Eric said flatly.
"And then what?" Charles asked, meeting his eyes.
"I know you hate Shaw."
"But this could start a war."
"Innocent people would die."
Silence.
"...Then what?" Eric demanded.
"Let her go?"
"No," Charles smiled.
"But we do it differently."
"Do you remember what we learned?"
Eric froze.
Then his eyes widened.
"You mean-?"
"Exactly," Charles nodded.
"It's time."
"To test our learning."
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