2 Weeks Later…
I managed to mostly heal off my injuries through a special medic that was graciously given to me and paid by the pres- Alexander. They said the only thing I need now is some decent rest and I should be good to go back to school. Obviously, I did everything but rest. I don't think the healing process slowed down, or at least not noticeably. I've learned nearly half of what I need to learn for the year, which means I can take it slowly, but I won't. I must keep going, above and beyond, even. My parents didn't let me use any of the money I received as a reward, and are keeping it for themselves. Big surprise there. Although, the one thing keeping me hopeful should be-
The doorbell rings, getting my attention. I rushed downstairs as fast as I could and opened the door to see a mailman holding a decently sized package in his arms.
"Is this-"
"Yes," the mailman interrupted, stopping me from saying any further words. Clearly, he was a special mailman sent specifically for this, but he was dressed ordinarily. I grab the package and thank the man before I close the door and rush upstairs. I carefully open the box, seeing 5 separate smaller boxes inside it.
I open the first one and see a pair of grey pants. I try them on, and they feel comfortable. Not too tight, but not too loose either. Free to move around but will stay on. Next, I open a slightly smaller box. Inside is a grey, long sleeved shirt. Putting it on, it feels a little tight, but flexible to move in. I notice that the shirt covers my neck too, all the way up until just underneath my chin. Seems that Alexander made sure everything was perfect. The next box was really small, and contained a pair of gloves. The palm of the gloves and the backhand are grey, but the color darkens as you go the fingers of each sleeve, to a darker and darker shade of grey. I think he put a few of his own touches. I slip my hand and fingers in, struggling a little bit before it goes in fully. I wiggle my fingers around without struggle and it feels light.
There are 3 boxes left, two medium sized and one smaller one. I take one out and open the box, seeing a plastic wrap around what seems to be a decent sized cloth. I carefully rip the wrap, making sure not to damage it too much and the cloth inside. It's a grey cloak that has a hood and two white pins. I'm assuming I put the pins through the shirt, but what if it pokes me? I'll just wear a shirt underneath. I put the cloak on, pulling the hood over my face. It fits in nicely with the outfit, but something is still missing. I told him to make it so that no skin is showing.
Grabbing the smaller box, I see a note written on the top, reading "I tried to fit the description as best as possible to the manufacturer. Unfortunately, this prototype is the best I could give." I open the box, seeing a pair of shoes. They are white, but have streaks of what appears to be lightning strikes running through the sides. I told Alexander not to make it flashy, but I suppose it will work. Putting them on, I feel as though they are slightly heavier from traditional shoes. Taking a look at the box again, there appears to be a manual underneath where the shoes were. I grab it and begin reading through the contents.
"Main Functions: Small but decent batteries built into each shoe. Two Thousand Watts Each. Can be manually charged through the wire within the inside of the shoe. Built with conductive material. The soles of the shoe, as well as most of your normal clothes have been enchanted. When electricity is conducted internally within the material, the properties change to be slippery. The more electricity that is conducted, the more slippery it gets." Slippery? Internally conducted? How the hell do I do that?
I grab the last box and open it. Inside is a dark grey mask. It isn't symmetrical at all. One eye looks nothing like the other, and has a white line going down through it, similar to a tear. The part closer to the center has the shape similar to a semi circle, before fanning out after it crosses the white line. The other eye seems similar to a parallelogram, with a line continuing diagonally from the first slant, making it seem like an eye bag.
It seems completely off, and looks like something straight out of a webnovel, but I have a feeling it can only look with this outfit. I put the mask on, and to my surprise, can see through both holes fine, even though they appear uneven on the outside. It's a one way material. I can see through the material perfectly clear and as if there isn't a mask at all, but no one can see inside.
After making sure everything is in place, I try to do what the manual says and conduct the small amount of energy I can produce into the clothes. I imagine spreading it out instead of focusing it, and I can feel the ground become a little smoother, even though I'm standing on carpet flooring. After stopping and wiping the small amount of sweat on my forehead, I change back into my normal, loose fitting clothes.
I turn my PC on and type something in, scrolling a short distance before something catches my eye.
"Bingo," I say as I click on a website. It takes me to a site named The Colosseum of Champions." It's a completely legal Enchanted fighting arena, and famous people even go there occasionally. If I get lucky, I might be able to get recruited into a corporation of Enchanteds, called guilds. So far, there are no definitive top guilds, as all of them are equal in terms of skill and assets, but the most notable ones are the Knights of the Round Table from Europe, Zehn Speere from Germany, and the 7 Axes from Russia. The Talons of The U.S aren't considered a corporation because they are a group assembled by the government, and the groups I listed before are independent from the government. Corporations can be hired to do work, ranging from handling an event or downright murder. Of course, the murder part isn't legal.
A risk that comes with being a corporation, however, is that events can be forced upon them. Though not often, and under strict moderation, events can be forced upon corporations. Once, a small but steady corporation was given an event to infiltrate and steal assets from Zehn Speere. The punishment if it wasn't completed in 48 hours was that they would lose their Enchanted powers for 6 months. Most of the members decided it wasn't worth going in, but one of them got greedy, and it resulted in the entire team getting wiped, innocent or not.
I begin filling in any needed info, making sure not to put more than necessary. Surprisingly, it didn't ask for my real name. If it did, I was going to put a fake name anyway. I then found the box that said "Alias and Title(s). " After pondering for a few minutes and spinning around in my chair, it clicked in my head.
"The Live Wire, Rogue Current."
I smirk to myself for coming up with such a creative name and exquisite titles, and I plan on living up to each of them. Should I gain any more, then those, too. I type in the last of the info and pay a fee of 100 dollars, I hit submit. Thank god I have my own money, otherwise this would've been a problem. A loading screen appears, saying "Please wait till a match is found. Someone of similar rank will be pit against you." Wait, there's ranks? Then that means I don't have to take it too seriously for now, but once I climb, I need to make sure no slip ups happen.
After a few hours of playing a little metroidvania about an empty vessel that's a bug with a nail, I get a notification on my PC. "Match found. Date: February 20th, 6pm, Arena 5. Opponent: Rusty." Wait, February 20th is 2 days away, on Saturday. I can use this time as training and preparation. I don't plan on spending too much time on the Colosseum of Champions, but I should climb as many ranks as fast as possible. I think I also get money if I win and go on a streak.
2 Days Later…
I prepare a small bag with my clothes in it, and put my shoes on. I should get used to them more anyway. I got a feel for moving around in the clothes and how the sliding is supposed to work, but I feel like I should still work on it. The soles of the shoes have pretty good grip, but can become too slippery after a certain point. I need to monitor how much I use on the batteries too, and use them sparingly.
After leaving the house without telling anyone, not that anyone would care, a car waits in front of my house.
"Yo! Miss me?" A familiar voice says from within a truck as they roll the window down.
"No, Clyde, I didn't," I say, a small smile appearing on my face as I get in next to him.
"You got lucky that I could drive, otherwise how would you get to the Colosseum without being found out?" He says with a sly grin.
"I would've managed it, one way or another. Now shut up and drive,"
"Who the hell drives a truck nowadays?" I say, laughing at him.
I say chuckling. The entire drive there was filled with laughter and stupid jokes made by each other.
End Of Part 1: Jumpstart