Chapter 17 - Chapter 15: Progress or Regress?

(TIMESKIP - ONE WEEK LATER)

Time passed swiftly in England, and the School of Shadows was preparing for its most anticipated day of the semester.

The first-year students buzzed with nervous energy, all wondering the same thing: Would the two rookies pass the infamous Rookie Test to become full-time students? Today was finally the day to find out.

After an intense week of grueling training in Vault 17, what potential had they unlocked? Had they truly changed within just seven days?

The morning sun hung high over the gothic architecture of the academy, its light filtering through stained glass windows and casting colorful patterns across ancient stone.

In the boys' dormitory, Room 206, Javier Garcia was currently sprawled across his bed like a starfish, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

Richard stood over him, arms crossed, shaking his head with exasperated fondness. "Dude, seriously—wake your ass up already! Today's the freaking Rookie Test! The day you've literally been obsessing over all week! Come on, man—stop being a lazy piece of—"

"Five more minutes..." Javier's voice was muffled against his pillow, barely human-sounding. He burrowed deeper like a hibernating animal.

Richard threw his hands up in pure frustration. "That's what you said forty-five minutes ago! And before that! I've been trying to wake you up since like, six-thirty!" He walked over and shook Javi's shoulder. "Get. Your. Ass. Up."

Javier groaned—long, loud, and deeply wounded—like Richard had just asked him to donate a kidney. He slowly lifted his head, propping himself up on one elbow, and squinted at Richard through one barely-open eye like he was personally offended by his existence.

"Why..." He paused to yawn so wide his jaw cracked. "Why the actual hell did they schedule this thing so stupidly early?" His voice was rough and gravelly with sleep. "It's not even eight in the morning yet. The sun barely exists. This is inhumane. This is cruel and unusual punishment."

Richard kept his arms crossed but couldn't quite suppress his amused smile. "You know how this school is, man. They don't care about our sleep schedules or our feelings or basic human needs." He paused, then leaned forward with a knowing grin. "But also—don't even try to tell me you're not at least a little hyped right now. Like, come on. You finally get to show everyone what you can do! Your big moment! Your debut!"

Javi shot him the flattest, most unimpressed look humanly possible, his hair sticking up at absolutely ridiculous angles that defied physics. "Oh, you mean my instincts that have been going completely berserk ever since I unlocked that Cerebral Instinct bullshit? Those instincts? The ones that literally never shut the hell up anymore?"

Richard's grin widened into something almost proud. "Okay, yeah—but come on. You've gotta be at least a tiny bit excited to see what you can actually pull off now, right? All that suffering has to mean something!"

He gestured enthusiastically.

"Plus—and correct me if I'm wrong here—but didn't you tell me like, a hundred times that you wanted to be a full-time student? That it was your 'dream' or whatever? Your exact words, dude!"

Javi exhaled so heavily it could've been classified as a sigh, a groan, and a whine all at once. He ran both hands through his absolute disaster of bed-head. "Okay, yeah—but dude, that training literally almost killed me. Like, I'm not being dramatic here. I genuinely thought I was gonna die multiple times."

He gave Richard an accusatory pointing finger.

"You and Gwen absolutely destroyed me. Demolished me. Annihilated me. I'm pretty sure I have PTSD now. That's not ."

Richard laughed—genuinely laughed—still completely unbothered by Javi's dramatics. "But here's the thing—you're still alive! Still breathing! Still functioning! So clearly it wasn't that bad!"

"Barely alive!" Javi protested, gesturing wildly at himself. "Barely! You know what the only—and I mean the only—good thing about this situation is? The fact that I somehow still have a functioning brain, a beating heart, and most of my body parts still attached! That's it! That's the bar! 'Congratulations Javi, you didn't die!' Wow, what an achievement!"

Richard's laugh turned into a full-on chuckle. "Okay, okay—but real talk? You did get the ability, didn't you? It worked. Even if you're gonna complain about it literally every single day for the rest of your life—which, let's be honest, you probably will—it's still part of you now. Forever. No take-backs."

Javi shook his head in defeat, waving both hands like he was surrendering to enemy forces. "Fine! Fine! You win! Acceptance is key or whatever philosophical crap you want me to say!" He pointed at Richard. "I accept my fate! Happy now?"

A pause.

Then his expression shifted—became more anxious, more genuinely worried. The bravado cracked just slightly.

"But like... for real though..." His voice dropped lower, more vulnerable. "Is the Rookie Test gonna be, like... actually hard? Like hard-hard?" He looked at Richard with desperate, pleading puppy-dog eyes. "You took it three months ago! You already know what it's like! Come on, man—throw me a bone here! Give me something! Spoiler alert me! I'm begging you!"

Richard raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to something more amused and slightly evil. "Oh, so now you want spoilers? Now you want the exclusive inside information? Where was this energy five minutes ago when I was trying to wake you up?"

Javi leaned forward so far he nearly fell off the bed, his eyes going comically wide. "Yes! Hell yes! Absolutely yes! Tell me everything! Every detail! I need full intelligence! Complete briefing! What am I walking into?!"

Richard smirked, absolutely milking this moment for everything it was worth. He was enjoying this way too much.

"Alright, alright—I'll throw you a lifeline here." He held up one finger in warning. "But—and this is crucial—you cannot tell a single soul I gave you advance intel. Not one person. Especially not Gwen. If she finds out I'm feeding you information, she will literally murder both of us. Like, hide-the-bodies level murder."

Javi nodded so enthusiastically his entire upper body moved with the motion. "I swear! I swear on everything I hold sacred! My lips are completely sealed! Fort Knox-level security! Now please, for the love of god, spill the beans before my anxiety kills me!"

Richard's playful expression suddenly shifted, darkening just enough to change the entire atmosphere in the room. His voice grew more serious. "Okay, so—there are two parts to the test." He held up two fingers. "Part one? Honestly, I'm pretty confident you'll breeze through it. You've got the skills and training for that section. No problem."

A heavy, meaningful pause.

"But part two?" His eyes locked directly with Javi's, unblinking. "That's a completely different story, man. That part is entirely on you. Like, one hundred percent your responsibility. Nobody can help you with it."

Javi's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire body tensing as he picked up on the genuine seriousness bleeding into Richard's tone. The joking atmosphere had completely evaporated. "Two parts... and the second one isn't gonna be easy at all, is it?" His voice had gone quieter, more focused. "What exactly happens in part two?"

He stood up and started yanking on his uniform, his fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. "Is that seriously all you're gonna give me? That's it? That's the big reveal?"

Richard sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck—that nervous tell Javi had learned to read like a book over their months of friendship. "Okay, look—I'll give you a bit more. But dude, seriously, you cannot let this information freak you out. Promise me."

A weighted beat passed between them.

Then Richard continued in a noticeably quieter, more careful voice—like he was handling something fragile:

"The second part..." He chose his words deliberately. "It involves confronting something really personal. Something from your past, from your head, from your heart—I don't know exactly what. It's different for everyone."

His expression was unusually grave now.

"It's gonna test your instincts in ways they haven't been tested before. Not about combat or observation or solving puzzles. It's about you. Who you are deep down. What you've survived. What you're afraid of."

Javi stopped buttoning his shirt, his hands freezing mid-motion. He processed this information for several long seconds, his expression unreadable.

Then he scoffed—but it sounded forced, like he was trying to convince himself more than Richard. "Whatever, man. Sounds like surreal over the top explanation, but whatever. Let's just go. I'll deal with it when I get there. No point stressing about it now, right?"

Richard's face immediately brightened, clearly relieved that Javi wasn't spiraling into a full-blown panic attack. "There we go! That's the attitude! Let's go show these people what you're actually made of!"

As they moved toward the door, Richard reached over and nudged Javi playfully with his elbow, his grin returning full force.

"Oh—and just so you know, for purely motivational purposes..." A mischievous smirk played at his lips. "I did pass on my very first try. Didn't even break a sweat. So if someone like me can do it..."

He deliberately left the implication hanging in the air between them like a challenge, like bait.

Javi sighed so dramatically he could've won an Oscar, throwing his head back. "Yeah, yeah—I know. The classic 'if I can do it, you can do it too' motivational speech. Very original. Never heard that one before."

He waved his hand dismissively, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips.

Richard nodded, his grin softening into something more genuine and warm. "Hey, you can mock it all you want, but a little motivation never hurt anyone, right? Positive thinking and all that."

They reached the main door of the boys' dormitory, and Richard grabbed the handle, pulling it open with a flourish and gesturing for Javi to go first like a gentleman.

But before Javi could step through, Richard looked back with a suddenly very tempting grin.

"Oh, and one more thing—if you manage to pass this test? Which I'm confident you will?" He paused for dramatic effect. "I will personally treat you to drinks. Whatever you want. My treat. No limits. Sky's the limit, my friend."

Javi's entire face lit up like Christmas morning the absolute instant the word 'drinks' left Richard's mouth. His whole demeanor transformed immediately, all anxiety temporarily forgotten.

"Oh, okay—now we're talking!" He nodded so hard his head might fall off. "In that case, I am definitely, one hundred percent, absolutely gonna pass! No doubt in my mind! Failure is not an option! I'm motivated now!"

He was already mentally cataloging all the drinks he was going to order, his imagination running wild.

But then—

He paused mid-step.

Froze completely.

Backpedaled like he'd walked into an invisible wall.

Realization dawned slowly across his face like the world's most disappointing sunrise.

"Wait—hold up, hold up, hold up!" His eyes narrowed with sudden suspicion, pointing accusingly at Richard. "We're still legally minors, right? Like, underage? Not allowed to drink alcohol? That's still a thing?"

Richard sighed so heavily his entire body deflated, shaking his head with the most exasperated, disappointed expression. "Dude. Dude. I'm obviously not talking about alcohol. What is wrong with you? Get your mind out of the gutter!"

Javi's shoulders visibly sagged, his entire victory fantasy crumbling around him like a house of cards. Disappointment was written all over his face.

"Oh... well, that kind of completely ruins my entire celebration fantasy, not gonna lie. I had this whole mental image going and everything."

A mischievous, absolutely evil smirk suddenly tugged at Richard's lips. He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice to an exaggerated whisper like they were in a spy movie.

"Although... I might know a guy who knows a guy who could potentially get us some... contraband... if you really wanted it..." His eyebrows waggled suggestively. "Just saying. The option is theoretically available."

He was one hundred percent, completely, totally bluffing—but watching Javi's reaction was going to be absolutely priceless.

Javi rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of his head, completely unamused and clearly not buying Richard's act for even half a second.

"You? Contraband? Illegal substances?" He scoffed loudly, crossing his arms. "That's literally the most impossible thing I've ever heard in my life. You're, like, the most by-the-book, rule-following, teacher's-pet person I've ever met. You probably alphabetize your socks."

Richard burst out laughing, pointing at Javi triumphantly. "Ha! See?! You do know me! Like, scary well!" He grinned. "Is that best friend telepathy kicking in, or are you just getting freakishly good at reading people now with your fancy new instincts?"

Javi scoffed again, but his expression was smug, victorious. "Please, man—give me some credit here. I know you better than I know myself at this point, best friend." He emphasized the title mockingly, but there was genuine affection underneath.

Richard shook his head, still grinning like an idiot. "Alright, alright—I stand completely corrected! You got me! Guess I really can't get away with anything around you anymore, huh? You're like a human lie detector now!"

A satisfied smirk tugged at Javi's lips as he adjusted his collar with exaggerated confidence. "Damn right I am. I see everything now. Every micro-expression, every tell, every lie. It's honestly both a blessing and a curse. Mostly a curse."

As they ventured deeper into the school grounds, pushing through the heavy main doors and out into the crisp morning air, the crowd of students gradually became larger, denser, more overwhelming.

First-years clustered in tight, nervous groups, whispering anxiously to each other. Other detectives-in-training milled about in the courtyard—some looking confident and relaxed, others looking absolutely terrified, pale-faced and shaking.

The energy was electric, chaotic, suffocating.

And then Javi felt it again.

That overwhelming, all-consuming sensation that made his entire body tense.

His instincts suddenly screaming in every possible direction at once—like a thousand voices all shouting simultaneously directly into his brain, all demanding immediate attention, all trying to be heard over each other.

"Analyze! That girl's hands are shaking—anxiety or excitement? Observe! That guy's avoiding eye contact—guilt or shyness? Threat assessment—scan perimeter for dangers! Pattern recognition—three people wearing the same expression, what does it mean? Body language—crossed arms, defensive posture, what are they hiding?"

It was absolutely, completely, utterly deafening.

Like standing in the middle of a screaming crowd with no way to turn down the volume.

Richard noticed Javi's reaction immediately—the way his entire body went rigid, how his jaw clenched tight enough to hurt, the way his eyes started darting around frantically like he was tracking invisible threats, the tension creeping up his shoulders and into his neck.

He recognized the signs instantly.

Richard raised an eyebrow and reached over, nudging Javi gently but firmly with his elbow.

"Hey—hey—you good there, man?" His voice was calm, grounding. "I know it's overwhelming as hell at first. Believe me, I know. But you gotta learn to acknowledge it without letting it control you. Like breathing, remember? In and out. Don't fight it—just let it flow through you instead of getting stuck."

Javi squeezed his eyes shut for a long second, pressing his palms against his temples, and took a deep, deliberate, shaky breath—trying desperately to steady himself and quiet the chaos.

It felt like the instincts were physically clawing at the inside of his skull, demanding to be unleashed, refusing to be ignored.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay. I'm good. Just..." He exhaled shakily. "Just trying to keep a handle on these stupid instincts, you know? It's like they're all screaming at me at the exact same time. Like some kind of really aggressive, really loud mental choir that absolutely refuses to shut the hell up for even two seconds."

Richard nodded in complete, genuine understanding. Sympathy softened his features.

"I know exactly what you mean, dude. Trust me. The instincts can be absolutely, completely overwhelming—especially when they're all demanding attention simultaneously. It's like sensory overload but entirely in your head instead of outside. Like your brain is trying to process a thousand things at once and short-circuiting."

He gestured broadly at all the other nervous students surrounding them in the courtyard.

"But hey—just remember this, okay? You're not the only one dealing with this crap. Look around." He pointed. "Everyone here—literally everyone—is going through their own version of the same thing. We're all figuring this out together, learning as we go, making mistakes. Nobody has it all figured out."

Javi forced himself to focus on Richard's reassuring words like they were a lifeline. He deliberately, consciously unclenched his jaw—feeling the muscles in his face relax—and tried to drop his shoulders, rolling them back to release the tension.

"Right... right. Okay." He repeated it like a mantra, trying to convince himself. "I'm not the only one. Everyone's dealing with their own chaos. This is normal. This is fine. Everything's fine."

A beat passed.

Then he shot Richard a sidelong glance, his expression completely dry and unimpressed.

"...Still annoying as absolute hell though. Just throwing that out there."

Richard actually laughed out loud at that—because yeah, instincts were incredibly, ridiculously annoying when they absolutely refused to shut up and give you peace.

"Oh, trust me—I know. I completely know."

He clapped Javi firmly on the shoulder, his grip reassuring. "But you'll get used to it eventually, I promise. It becomes background noise after a while. Like mental white noise you can tune out when you need to focus on something else. It just takes practice."

Javi exhaled slowly, nodding even though he looked skeptical.

"Yeah... sure. 'Background noise.' Right. That's what this feels like. Totally manageable background noise." His sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife.

--

And then Simon showed up with his usual energy—joyful, chaotic, and perpetually ready for whatever adventure or disaster came next.

"Yo! Hey! Long time no—"

Then he froze mid-step, his entire body going rigid. His eyes went wide as saucers as he noticed something fundamentally, unmistakably different about Javi.

"Wait—what?!" His voice shot up several octaves. "Hold the hell up! Am I actually seeing this right now, or am I losing my mind?!" He pointed directly at Javi, his finger jabbing the air. "Javi! Dude! You're—you look completely different! Sharper! Like, way sharper than before! You've got the eyes now! The detective eyes! When did this happen?!"

Javi couldn't resist, a smirk spreading slowly across his face. "Oh wow—it's been such a painfully long time without your incredibly annoying sarcasm." His tone dripped with mock sincerity. "I almost forgot how much I absolutely didn't miss it. Almost."

Simon didn't even flinch—if anything, his grin got wider, clearly impressed. "Ooooh, look at you! Getting brave now!" He crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey there, rookie—you better watch that mouth of yours!" He leaned in slightly. "Did one week of training really boost your confidence this much? Because damn, you've got some attitude now!"

Javi glanced over at Simon, a small but undeniable grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shrugged with exaggerated casualness, trying to downplay it even though he was clearly riding a little high on his accomplishment.

"Yeah... I mean, I guess this whole 'torture disguised as training' thing actually worked somehow." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Who knew suffering could be so educational, right?"

Richard immediately jumped in with the biggest betrayal grin, clearly about to throw Javi completely under the bus. "Oh, don't let him fool you for even one second, Simon!" He gestured at Javi enthusiastically. "This guy was literally having a full-blown panic attack like two minutes ago about his instincts going absolutely haywire! I'm talking full meltdown mode! Eyes everywhere, breathing hard, the whole deal!"

Javi's head whipped around so fast it should've given him whiplash, shooting Richard the sharpest, most betrayed glare imaginable. His cheeks flushed pink immediately.

"Dude!" His voice came out strangled, defensive. "Why would you—?! Shut UP!"

Simon absolutely burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. When he recovered, he leaned casually against a nearby stone pillar, his grin turning sly and knowing.

"Oh man—good thing you two have me around to keep you grounded and semi-sane, huh?" He spread his arms wide. "Seriously, where would you guys even be without my infinite wisdom and charming personality?"

Javi rolled his eyes so dramatically his entire head moved with the motion, though genuine amusement flickered underneath the annoyance. "Oh please—give me a break!" He scoffed. "You're literally the last person on this entire planet who keeps anyone grounded! You're like—you're chaos in human form! A walking disaster!"

Simon pressed both hands to his chest, looking deeply, deeply wounded. "Excuse me?! I am hurt! Personally attacked!" Then his expression shifted to something smugly confident. "I'll have you know that I am officially the most charming, wonderful, delightful man in this entire academy! Possibly the country!"

Javi groaned so loud it echoed off the stone walls. "Yeah, sure you are. Keep living in that fantasy world, buddy. Let me know how it goes."

Richard shook his head fondly, unable to suppress his chuckle. "And also the most delusional person here. By far. Not even close."

Simon's entire playful demeanor suddenly shifted—became more genuine, more serious in a way that caught both of them off guard. He straightened up from the pillar, his expression sincere.

"But okay, jokes aside for a second—Javi, man, I'm being real here." His voice dropped the sarcasm completely. "Congratulations. Seriously. For acquiring the Cerebral Instinct. That's huge. That's like, next-level stuff."

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost uncomfortable with being serious. "Just, uh... do me a favor? Please don't go completely insane with it, alright? Like, actually lose your mind? That's literally all the advice I can give you—keep your sanity intact. Guard it with your life."

Javi nodded slowly, genuinely touched by Simon's concern despite the awkward delivery. He managed a half-grin that was way more sincere.

"Ha—thanks for the overwhelming vote of confidence there." His voice softened. "But I'll definitely do my best to keep the crazy in check. Scout's honor." A pause. "No promises though, because this thing is really loud in my head. Like, really loud."

Richard immediately jumped back in, his tone shifting to something more coach-like, actually helpful for once. "Okay, so—secret technique from someone who's already been exactly where you are right now?" He tapped his temple meaningfully. "Don't overthink literally everything. That's the biggest trap, dude. The instinct killer."

He gestured emphatically.

"Because here's the thing—not everything actually needs to be solved, analyzed, or figured out. Sometimes things just... exist. They just are. And that's okay."

Simon nodded super enthusiastically, suddenly grabbing Javi's shoulders and physically turning him to face a nearby group of relaxed-looking first-years who were laughing and joking around.

"Yes! Exactly! Just relax, man! Look—look at those guys over there!" He pointed vigorously. "See them? They're not having existential crises or mental breakdowns! They're just... vibing! Existing! Take notes, my friend! Learn from them!"

Javi blinked several times, following Simon's enthusiastic gesture, then let out a long, resigned sigh. His shoulders finally dropped from where they'd been tensed up around his ears.

"Alright, alright—fine. I hear you. I'll try to ignore the constant screaming instincts telling me to analyze every single person's facial expressions, body language, micro-movements, and potential threat levels." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Easy. Totally simple. Super manageable."

Richard grinned wide, looking genuinely satisfied. "There we go! Now that's what I'm talking about! Progress!"

Simon pumped his fist victoriously. "See?! Look at that beautiful growth! Our guy seems totally fine now! Crisis completely averted! We're miracle workers!"

Richard's expression suddenly shifted—became more curious, more analytical. He turned to look at Simon with one eyebrow raised meaningfully.

"So... speaking of miraculous transformations and stuff—what about your guy? Your mentee?" His tone was loaded with implication. "How's Rukawa actually doing after your boot camp?"

Simon blinked, genuinely confused for half a second. "My guy? What do you—oh. Oh!"

And right at that exact moment—like the universe had perfect comedic timing—Rukawa Hiroshi walked past them.

His expression was stoic as always, that familiar unreadable mask firmly locked in place.

But something was fundamentally different.

He seemed... content? At peace? Almost... dare anyone say it... happy?

Javi's jaw literally dropped open, his eyes going comically wide. "Oh my god—wait, isn't that Rukawa?!" His voice rose with disbelief. "Like, our Rukawa? Ice King, Emotionless Robot Rukawa?!"

Richard's detective eyes immediately narrowed, scanning Rukawa from head to toe with intense focus, cataloging every micro-change. "That's absolutely him. Holy crap." He looked between Simon and Rukawa rapidly, his brain clearly working overtime. "Dude—looks like Javi's not the only one who went through some kind of major transformation this week!"

Simon nodded slowly, looking almost proud in a weird parental way—like watching your emotionally stunted child finally smile. "Yep. Exactly what I've been dealing with. That right there? That's progress, gentlemen.'

Javi continued staring, his brain clearly struggling to compute what his eyes were seeing. "Hold on—he's happy? Like, genuinely, actually happy?!" He gestured wildly. "That's Rukawa Hiroshi? The same guy who was basically an emotional brick wall before?! The human ice sculpture?! That guy is experiencing joy?!"

Richard's analytical mind was already in overdrive, connecting dots at lightning speed. "Okay, so—this is clearly some next-level progress we're witnessing here, but..." His frown deepened with confusion. "How? How did you possibly pull this off in just one week? What the hell did you do to him? Dark magic? Hypnosis?"

A knowing, slightly evil smirk tugged at Simon's lips—because yeah, he knew this was impressive as hell. "Oh, you want to know how? It's simple, really!" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "It only took Diana and me literally dragging him kicking and screaming through every single possible emotional exercise known to mankind! We basically became his personal emotional drill sergeants! Military-style feelings boot camp!"

Both Javi and Richard's heads snapped toward Simon in perfect synchronization, their expressions identical masks of complete shock and confusion.

"Wait—what?!" Javi's voice cracked. "You trained him in emotions?! Like, feelings and stuff?!"

Richard spoke next, his tone sharp with intense curiosity. "Hold up, hold up—you took a completely different approach for his Phase Two? Like, threw out the entire standard curriculum? Just went rogue?"

Simon's eyes widened with genuine surprise, clearly impressed by how fast Richard was connecting the dots. "Wow—okay, so you're scary perceptive as always, Richard! Like, genuinely frightening!" He nodded enthusiastically. "But yeah—you're absolutely one hundred percent correct about that!"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked both exhausted and amused by the memory.

"Okay, so—listen. It was all based on some extremely unusual circumstances. Like, exceptionally rare. Basically unprecedented in academy history, according to Mrs. Yuro."

Richard immediately cut him off—because his brain had already figured out the entire puzzle, all the pieces clicking into place at once.

"He already had the Cerebral Instinct active, didn't he?" His voice was absolutely confident, certain. "Probably from his past or his training or whatever. And I'm guessing his specific weakness—his blind spot—was emotional depth, empathy, human connection, all that stuff." He pointed at Simon. "So instead of following the normal Phase Two protocol, you and Diana focused entirely on strengthening his emotional intelligence. Am I right? Tell me I'm right."

Simon's jaw actually dropped for a second before transforming into the most impressed grin imaginable. He started clapping slowly, sarcastically.

"Bingo! Bullseye! Hole in one! Give this man a freaking medal!" His voice was full of genuine admiration. "You just figured out in like thirty seconds what took us hours to plan!"

His expression shifted to something way more serious.

"Yeah—he was already operating at basically peak detective-level instincts, observation, tactical analysis, the whole package. All because of his... let's call it 'complicated' past." He made air quotes. "Super complicated. Like, really complicated."

A heavy, weighted pause.

"But without any emotional depth or understanding of human feelings?" Simon shook his head. "That's where he hit this massive, insurmountable wall. Like running full-speed into concrete. So Diana and I had to completely improvise a whole new training method. On the fly. Under pressure. It was stressful."

"Knew it," Richard said with the most smug, satisfied smirk imaginable, looking incredibly pleased with his own deductive skills.

Javi just stared at Richard in pure, undiluted amazement. His mouth was literally hanging open.

"Wow—you deduced literally all of that in like five seconds?! Just from looking at Rukawa walk by?!" His voice was full of awe. "That's insane! How?!"

Richard shrugged super casually, like it was no big deal, tapping his temple with one finger. "What can I say? I'm a detective, dude. We all are detectives here. This is literally what we do—observe, analyze, deduce. Basic stuff."

Javi immediately turned back to Simon, desperately needing confirmation. "And he's—Richard's completely accurate? Like, one hundred percent? No mistakes?"

Simon winked dramatically, making the most exaggerated 'okay' sign with both hands. "Very, very, VERY accurate! Like, scary accurate! Absolutely, completely, one hundred percent spot-on perfect! Somebody give Richard a trophy!"

Javi's mind was now racing at a million miles per hour, his curiosity completely and totally piqued. He thought to himself, his internal voice loud and clear:

So Rukawa has some kind of serious, heavy past too... Something that made him that way. I wonder what it actually is. What happened to him to make him so... empty before?

Then suddenly—

Without any warning whatsoever—

Rukawa's quiet, controlled voice appeared directly behind all three of them, making them nearly jump out of their skins.

"Snitch."

The single word was delivered with perfect, devastating calm.

All three of them completely froze—like someone had hit pause on reality. Caught absolutely, totally red-handed.

Javi and Richard slowly, agonizingly slowly turned their heads like malfunctioning robots, their expressions the textbook definition of 'guilty as charged.'

Javi's brain went into overdrive scrambling for literally any words. "Uh—hey! Good morning, Rukawa! What a surprise! Fancy seeing you here!" His voice came out way too high, way too enthusiastic. "It's been a while! How are you? Nice weather we're having, right? Very nice! Super nice!"

Richard immediately plastered on his most charming, most innocent, most 'I-didn't-do-anything-wrong' smile. "You look fantastic, bro! Seriously! Really good! So healthy! Glowing, even! Have you been working out? New skincare routine?"

Rukawa just stared directly into their souls with a gaze so intense, so penetrating, it could probably cut through steel like butter. His voice remained perfectly, terrifyingly calm—which somehow made it ten times more intimidating.

"The three of you were discussing me. Talking about my personal information and transformation. Without my explicit permission or knowledge."

A long, deliberate pause that made them all squirm.

"You could have simply asked me directly instead of gossiping behind my back like middle school children."

Simon—completely unbothered, absolutely shameless, zero regrets—shot Rukawa the cheekiest, most unrepentant grin imaginable. "Oops! Totally busted! Our big mouths really got us in trouble this time, huh?" He didn't sound even remotely sorry. "My bad! Won't happen again!"

Narrator: It would definitely happen again.

Javi actually groaned out loud, covering his entire face with both hands like he could hide from reality. "Oh my god—this is what I get for being nosy!" His voice was muffled. "Real smart, Javi! Way to go! Excellent detective work! Just fantastic!"

Richard tried desperately to salvage the situation, his smile somehow becoming even more charming and apologetic. "Hey, um—no hard feelings though, right? Right?!" His voice went slightly higher. "We were just—you know—curious! Friendly curiosity! Wholesome interest in your wellbeing!"

Rukawa crossed his arms slowly, deliberately, with perfect precision. But there was the tiniest, almost imperceptible hint of amusement flickering somewhere deep in his usually glacial eyes.

"Oh, none at all," his voice was perfectly deadpan. "Except for the minor detail that you just completely invaded my privacy and outed me without consent."

Javi immediately shook his head vigorously, waving both hands defensively. "Outed?! No, no, no—come on! We weren't outing you!" He gestured frantically at Rukawa's face. "We were just genuinely, honestly curious about your progress, Ice Partner!

He pointed more enthusiastically.

"I mean—just look in a mirror! You seem way more relaxed! Totally different energy! Not like before at all! And yeah, you were always calm before, super composed, but today?"

He paused, searching desperately for the right words.

"Today you actually look like a normal teenager for once! Like an actual fourteen-year-old kid instead of—I don't know—a forty-five-year-old stressed businessman or a robot or something!"

Rukawa's intimidating stoic expression softened slightly—just the tiniest, barely noticeable fraction. Like ice beginning to thaw in spring. He exhaled slowly through his nose, and his usual impenetrable defensive mask slipped for exactly one second.

"...I suppose that's one reasonably accurate way to describe the changes."

A weighted pause.

"And yes—I forgive you all. This time. This time specifically."

The entire trio gave him completely flat, totally unimpressed, deeply skeptical looks.

"Forgive?!" Javi scoffed, half-amused and half-genuinely confused. "That's not even a sinful thing we did! We were literally just talking! Having a conversation! Freedom of speech!"

"Since when exactly did you learn to mess with us like this?!" Richard added, his tone caught between amusement and complete bafflement. "This is unusually new, you know what I mean?*

"You're being way too confident right now, you know that?" Simon muttered, genuinely half-annoyed and half-offended by the teasing. "Like, borderline cocky! What happened to humble Rukawa?!"

Rukawa nodded slowly, with complete, unshakeable seriousness. "Indeed, I am being confident. More confident than before." His voice was measured, perfectly controlled. "But you're fundamentally wrong about one crucial thing—I'm not being overconfident."

He let that hang for a moment.

"I'm simply being appropriately confident and genuinely content with my progress. There's a significant difference between the two."

Then—

Something completely unexpected happened.

He smiled.

Not a smirk. Not a half-expression.

A genuine, warm, real smile that reached his eyes.

That single expression shifted the entire atmosphere immediately and dramatically. The air felt lighter somehow, warmer, less oppressive. Like someone had opened a window in a stuffy room.

Javi sighed heavily, and the whole group seemed to collectively, silently agree to just let it go. The tension evaporated like morning mist under sunlight.

Simon exhaled dramatically, pressing one hand to his chest theatrically. "Phew—okay! Much better now! Way more charming! Significantly less annoying than thirty seconds ago!"

Richard—always perceptive, always reading the room—sensed the unspoken need for privacy between the two rookies. He leaned closer to Javi, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I know you're absolutely dying to know what actually happened to him during training. The full story." He nodded toward Rukawa. "Go ahead—ask him. I'll give you guys some space. Privacy. Whatever you need."

Javi's entire face lit up with barely contained, enthusiastic curiosity. He looked genuinely grateful for the permission and opportunity.

"Thanks, man. Seriously. You're the best." His voice was sincere. "I honestly can't wait to get my curiosity properly, completely fulfilled. I need to know!"

Simon suddenly swung his arm around Javi's shoulders with maximum theatrical enthusiasm and zero subtlety. "This is exactly, precisely the perfect moment where you two need to have a proper heart-to-heart! Catch up on everything!"

Then he physically grabbed Richard's arm, basically dragging him away like a caveman.

"Well?! Come on, Richard! Let's go! These duo rookies need their bonding time!" He started walking, pulling Richard along. "Detectives need to understand what happens to each other! It's practically in the job description! Mandatory emotional check-ins!"

And with that extremely unsubtle declaration, Simon and Richard retreated to a respectful distance away, giving them actual space.

Rukawa and Javi exchanged long, meaningful glances, then both looked back at Simon and Richard's retreating forms.

"Weird," they said in perfect, eerie unison.

"So weird," Javi added.

"Extremely weird," Rukawa agreed.

Javi turned back to face Rukawa fully, his expression becoming noticeably more serious, more focused. "We should talk. Properly catch up on everything that happened this week."

Rukawa nodded once with that characteristic precision. "I am completely open to this conversation. Primarily for the reason that I myself am quite intrigued about your growth, your transformation, your development—partner."

The word 'partner' carried unexpected weight, unexpected meaning. It felt significant somehow.

Javi's face broke into a genuine, warm smile at that acknowledgment. "Sure thing—I can totally share my whole experience. Every detail. Every moment."

A pause.

"But only if you go first. Fair trade, right?"

Rukawa raised his eyebrows slightly, considering the proposal for exactly two seconds. "Fair enough. I accept those terms as reasonable."

He paused thoughtfully, his gaze becoming slightly distant.

"My week contained... fascinating moments. Unexpected developments I didn't anticipate. Primarily because of the genuine bonds I formed with my mentors—Diana and Simon."

A heavier beat passed before he added more quietly, almost vulnerably—like admitting weakness:

"Though I honestly can't say the process itself was exactly pleasant or remotely comfortable. It was... difficult."

Javi sighed heavily, nodding in complete understanding and solidarity. "Yeah, man—I feel you. We both went through some seriously harsh, brutal training this week."

A pause.

"But in my specific case?" He laughed without any humor. "I think I legitimately almost died. Like, actually, genuinely almost died. Multiple separate times. You know? Near-death experiences. Plural."

Rukawa's expression grew noticeably more serious, more sympathetic. Real concern flickered across his features.

"I believe I can relate to that feeling on some fundamental level." He exhaled slowly, carefully. "But my specific challenge—my personal battle—was dealing with emotions and feelings that I genuinely didn't know how to properly interpret, process, express, or even identify."

He looked directly at Javi, his gaze intense.

"The credit for my progress goes entirely to my mentors—Diana and Simon. Without their patience and persistence, I would still be completely emotionally stunted and dysfunctional."

A meaningful pause.

"However, unlike your experience, I didn't encounter any actual near-death moments during my training week. So perhaps, comparatively, I had it significantly easier than you did."

Javi rolled his eyes, genuine envy coloring his voice. "Dude—I seriously think your training was basically heaven compared to mine, which was straight-up, literal hell!" His voice rose with emphasis. "You want to know what I had to deal with?!" He gestured wildly.

"A constantly grumpy, perpetually shouting woman every single day! Non-stop yelling! Constant criticism! It's honestly a legitimate miracle I survived with my sanity intact! Thank god Richard was there to keep me from completely losing my mind, or I would've had a complete mental breakdown!

Meanwhile, on the sidelines:

Richard muttered quietly, straining unsuccessfully to hear. "Man—I really, desperately want to know what they're actually talking about over there. The curiosity is killing me."

Simon immediately—like he'd been waiting for this exact moment—produced a small, incredibly high-tech earpiece from seemingly nowhere, offering it with the most mischievous grin imaginable.

"Here you go, my friend. Problem instantly solved."

Richard blinked rapidly, caught completely off guard by the casual spy equipment. "What the—?! What is this?! Since when do you just casually carry surveillance equipment?! Are you insane?!"

Simon shrugged innocently, like carrying bugs was the most normal thing in the entire world. "It's my personal, private way of hearing things I'm definitely not supposed to hear." He grinned wider. "Very useful tool. Highly recommend."

Richard rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed heavily—but eventually, inevitably, curiosity won. He took the earpiece and carefully, guiltily inserted it into his ear.

"You know you're gonna be in serious, potentially expulsion-level trouble if literally anyone catches you with this tech, right? Like, major consequences?"

Simon waved his hand dismissively, completely unbothered by the threat. "Only if I actually get caught. Big 'if' there. Huge assumption." He grinned. "Don't worry so much! Live a little! Embrace the chaos!"

Back with Javi and Rukawa:

Javi's entire expression softened considerably, becoming way more genuine and sincere. "But real talk though—it's really, genuinely good to see you alive and relatively sane and functional." His voice carried warmth.

"Did you discover new things about yourself during all that emotional training? Because me?" He gestured at himself emphatically. "I found out I still have mountains—like, Everest-sized mountains—of stuff I don't understand yet. So much to learn. It's overwhelming."

Rukawa paused for several long seconds, studying Javi with those intense, analytical eyes—cataloging every micro-expression, every subtle shift in posture and body language, every tiny detail.

Then, unexpectedly, he smirked.

Actually smirked.

"Sometimes I discover new aspects of myself, yes. New capabilities." His voice carried dry amusement. "But I've also learned something important about you specifically during this conversation, Garcia."

A deliberate pause for effect.

"Unpleasantness suits you surprisingly well. It fits your personality perfectly."

Javi groaned loudly, throwing both hands up in pure, theatrical exasperation. "Oh, come ON! That's your big takeaway?! That's what you got from analyzing me for five minutes?! I'm 'unpleasant'?!"

A genuine smirk tugged at Rukawa's lips—small but absolutely unmistakable and kind of smug. "I'm not incorrect though. Objectively speaking."

Javi rolled his eyes so dramatically his entire head moved. "I'm like ninety-nine percent sure that was a backhanded compliment at best! Maybe seventy percent compliment, thirty percent subtle insult!"

Rukawa casually, slowly shoved both hands deep into his pockets and leaned slightly closer to Javi, his expression almost smug—which was completely new, totally unexpected, and slightly terrifying.

"A compliment remains a compliment regardless of delivery method or packaging."

Javi groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose in complete resignation and defeat. "Oh, whatever, man. You know what? Forget it." He sighed dramatically.

"I think I honestly, genuinely almost prefer your old self now! The constant dry humor, the perpetual silence, the ancient monk wisdom, the complete emotional distance! That version made sense! That guy was predictable!"

Rukawa's eyebrow raised with clear amusement. "I must inform you, Garcia—that original version of me still exists internally. I haven't fundamentally changed who I am at my core." His tone became more thoughtful, more measured.

"However, I've consciously decided that particular persona—that emotional distance—should only emerge strategically when I specifically need it. Controlled deployment. Tactical application."

Javi huffed, crossing his arms defensively. "Yeah, okay—I guess we're kind of similar that way. Same struggle." He sighed. "I just desperately need to learn how to shut up my stupid instincts when they're being incredibly annoying and won't stop screaming."

Rukawa's expression immediately shifted—became more serious, more mentor-like, carrying actual weight. "Don't shut them down entirely, Garcia. That approach is fundamentally inefficient and potentially dangerous." He held Javi's gaze steadily.

"Instead, learn to conceal them. Hide them when necessary. Consider your instincts as a powerful weapon you keep in reserve—only draw it and use it when absolutely, critically necessary. Concealed carry."

Javi muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated and overwhelmed. "Well, everyone keeps giving me completely different advice about this!" His voice rose slightly. "Richard says one specific thing, Simon says something totally different, now you're saying something else entirely!"

He threw his hands up.

"I honestly don't even know which approach I should actually follow anymore! It's confusing!"

Then his expression softened, and he smiled slightly—more to himself than anyone else.

"I guess... I guess I'll just have to figure this whole thing out on my own somehow. Trial and error. Learning by doing. And hopefully—hopefully—whatever I manage to learn will actually help me survive today's test without dying or losing my mind."

Back on the sidelines:

Richard chuckled warmly, genuinely entertained by their increasingly natural conversation. "Wow—just look at them actually talking like regular, normal students now!" His voice carried fondness. "Having an actual casual conversation! It's almost weird seeing them so... human? Relatable?"

Simon grinned proudly, watching his mentee with obvious satisfaction. "I can confidently, officially say it now—they're absolutely, one hundred percent one of us! Full members of the detective community! They've earned it!"

Back with Rukawa and Javi:

Javi spoke again, clear relief and genuine gratitude coloring his entire tone. "But I seriously gotta say this—we actually survived the Book of Deductions! We made it!" His voice carried amazement. "We lived through the training in Vault 17! That's huge!"

A pause, then his tone became more serious.

"Let's just hope we can successfully get out of this rookie phase alive too. Make it to the other side."

Rukawa's expression immediately turned serious, almost grim. He shook his head slowly, deliberately. "Don't celebrate prematurely, Garcia. It's not over until it's officially, completely, verifiably over."

His voice carried warning.

"Assuming victory before it's confirmed is dangerous. Complacency kills."

Javi nodded in solemn, complete agreement. His momentary lightness faded instantly. "Yeah... you're absolutely right about that. We still have the actual Rookie Test to pass today."

He exhaled heavily.

"That's the real challenge. Everything else was just preparation."

Rukawa nodded once with that characteristic precision, then—completely unexpectedly—he reached forward smoothly and gently adjusted Javi's collar with careful, precise movements.

"You have some dirt or debris on your collar. Let me remove it for you."

Javi blinked in genuine surprise, automatically looking down at his collar. "Oh—really? I didn't even notice anything!" He looked back up, slightly touched. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

Back on the sidelines:

Richard carefully pulled out the earpiece, smirking with deep satisfaction. "Now that's exactly the kind of genuine development I love to see happening!" His voice was warm. "Real friendship forming naturally! Organic growth!"

Simon exhaled in complete surrender, pulling out his own earpiece and pocketing it. "Yeah, yeah—can't really fool the trained eye of a highly skilled professional, can you?" He sighed. "Rukawa spotted the surveillance device immediately. Of course he did."

"Let's just try—seriously try—to survive this entire day without any more mischievous spy activities or illegal surveillance," Richard replied, shaking his head with fond exasperation.

Simon rolled his eyes dramatically, getting defensive. "I'm not mischievous! That's such a harsh word!" He protested. "I'm just... strategically nosy. Information gathering. Intelligence collection, that's all!"

Richard sighed deeply, clearly unconvinced. "To be completely fair and honest? That's definitely both things simultaneously." He gestured toward the others. "You're mischievous and nosy. Come on—let's go join them back."

Simon and Richard rejoined Javi and Rukawa, Simon immediately grinning with maximum enthusiasm.

"Sup, you two! You guys mentally, physically, and emotionally ready to test your absolute limits today? Push yourselves to the breaking point?"

Both Javi and Rukawa nodded in perfect unison, their timing eerily synchronized. "Yep—catching up session is officially complete and done. We should probably start heading to the actual testing area before we're late."

Rukawa sighed, looking directly at Simon with those penetrating eyes. "You're quite the silly, mischievous one, Mr. Curtis."

Simon's smirk was absolutely shameless, zero regret. "Always have been, always will be! It's my brand!"

Javi's eyes widened just slightly, realization dawning across his face like a slow sunrise. "Wait—hey!" His voice rose with indignation. "You bugged us?! You were listening to our entire private conversation?! That was completely, totally unnecessary, Simon!"

Simon's smirk somehow widened into something absolutely, utterly shameless—like a cat caught with cream all over its face but feeling zero remorse. "What can I say, Javi?" He spread his hands innocently. "Look—I know some things are genuinely better left unknown. Mysteries should stay mysteries, right? But in my specific case?"

He leaned in conspiratorially, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I'm constantly, perpetually itching to know everything! Every detail! Every secret! It's not nosiness—it's a sense of adventure! Pure curiosity! The thrill of discovery! Living life on the edge!"

Javi sighed heavily, looking at Simon with a mixture of exasperation and reluctant amusement. "Are you secretly like, an actual legitimate spy or something? Is that your real job? Should I be concerned?"

Simon's eyebrows shot up dramatically, and his answer came out deliberately, mysteriously, maddeningly cryptic. Just one word, loaded with implication:

"Sometimes."

The single word hung in the air like smoke, heavy with unspoken meaning.

Everyone just stared at him.

Richard muttered quietly to himself, his voice barely audible but carrying unexpected weight. "We've all got complicated pasts. Secrets we carry. Things we don't talk about, things we hide."

His gaze became distant, unfocused.

"But what really, truly matters isn't where we came from—it's the future we're actively building right now. Together."

Javi caught the tail end of Richard's philosophical moment, nudging him curiously with his elbow. "Yo—what was that? What did you just say? I didn't catch all of it."

Richard's expression immediately closed off like a door slamming shut. He shook his head quickly, his usual easy smile sliding back into place like a mask.

"Nah, nothing important at all. Don't worry about it." His tone became deliberately lighter. "I just said we should get going before we're actually late and get in trouble. Come on!"

Javi sighed internally, his thoughts racing. Does the past really matter more than the future? Or is it the other way around? Whatever secrets these guys are carrying... they'll show themselves eventually. Everything comes to light eventually.

The large doors of the main building had an intimidating aura about them—ancient, imposing, somehow alive. The building itself seemed older than the entire academy, perhaps even older than the city of London itself. Yet despite its obvious age, it was impeccably, almost obsessively well-maintained—every stone polished, every surface gleaming.

The boys exchanged glances, all unusually, surprisingly relaxed for people about to face a potentially life-changing test.

Richard exhaled deeply, then turned to face the others with a determined expression settling over his features like armor. "Well... here goes nothing."

Javi smiled, and something like genuine relief washed over his face—unexpected but completely real. "Okay, so—why am I feeling so... weirdly calm right now?" His voice carried genuine surprise. "Like, I fully expected to be freaking out, having a panic attack, maybe throwing up—but I'm just... not? At all? Is this normal?"

Richard smiled warmly, reaching over and clapping a firm, reassuring hand on Javi's shoulder. "That, my friend, is the direct result of brutal, intensive training paying off. Your body and mind learned. They adapted."

Javi chuckled, the sound lighter and freer than it had been in literal days. "Guess you're totally right about that. Maybe my body already automatically knows how to adjust now?" He paused, looking almost impressed with himself. "Cerebral Instinct is actually pretty freaking cool after all. Who would've thought torture could be productive?"

Simon suddenly stepped forward with maximum dramatic flair, opening his arms wide like a circus ringmaster about to announce the main event. "Hey, hey, HEY—wait just a second! What if—and hear me out here—just to be absolutely, one hundred percent sure you guys are completely ready—I take the lead on the way there?"

His eyes lit up with pure enthusiasm.

"And while we're walking, we can do a quick last-minute review session! Mini drill! Final prep! Cram session! It'll be perfect!"

Javi blinked, actually considering it for half a second. "Honestly? That's... not the worst idea you've ever had. A mini drill might actually help."

Rukawa spoke up immediately, crossing his arms with clear, visible skepticism written all over his face. "Just make absolutely certain we don't waste any more valuable time than we already have. Our preparation is finished. Complete. Done." His tone was firm. "I have zero interest in starting an entirely new, improvised training session directly before the actual test. That's counterproductive."

Javi nodded rapidly in agreement, completely backpedaling. "Actually—yeah, you know what, Rukawa's got a point. I'm taking my words back right now. Really, really bad idea, Simon. Possibly your worst one yet."

Richard sighed heavily, but a fond smile tugged at his lips despite himself. "They've both got solid points, man. Too much last-minute information right before a major test might just scramble their brains completely. Mental overload. Information paralysis. Analysis paralysis."

Javi jumped in cheerfully, clearly trying to soften the rejection and spare Simon's feelings. "Yeah! Exactly what Richard said! But hey, hey—don't be sad about it, Simon!" His tone became almost aggressively encouraging. "You can still, uh... find a totally different topic to talk about instead? Something way lighter? Less stressful?"

Simon scoffed dramatically, pressing one hand to his chest like he'd been personally wounded. "Me? Sad? Upset?" He shook his head vigorously. "That's literally never gonna happen in a million years! I don't do sad!"

His grin widened mischievously, tone shifting to something more playful.

"But okay, fine—how about we discuss Sherlock Holmes' life and career instead? Fun detective history! I mean, he is the primary inspiration for this entire school's existence after all—well, you know, aside from all the sketchy government shenanigans and political backdoor deals nobody talks about."

The entire group chuckled warmly—even Rukawa couldn't fully suppress what might have been a laugh, though it came out as more of a resigned, long-suffering sigh.

Simon exhaled with obvious satisfaction, then stepped forward confidently and pushed the massive double doors open with both hands. They swung wide with a dramatic creak. The others followed close behind in a loose formation.

The main lobby was absolutely enormous—breathtakingly, almost intimidatingly vast. The walls were covered floor-to-ceiling in ancient, priceless tapestries depicting the academy's many historical achievements—legendary cases solved, famous alumni who'd gone on to incredible careers, moments of triumph frozen in thread and time. Above the entrance, a massive emblem was painted high on the vaulted ceiling—the official crest of the academy, rendered in shimmering gold leaf and deep crimson.

Rukawa sighed quietly, his sharp analytical eyes scanning every single detail with practiced efficiency. "As much as I fully expected... this is an extremely noble, prestigious place. Old money and older secrets."

Javi rolled his eyes playfully, gesturing broadly at the absurdly opulent surroundings with both hands. "Of course it is! Are you kidding? Everything here literally screams 'elite academy for obscenely rich people with too much money'!" He pointed at a tapestry. "Those things probably cost more than my entire life savings. Times a thousand."

--

Meanwhile, at the examination hall entrance:

The imposing, intimidating figure of Gwen Watson stood leaning casually against a stone pillar, arms crossed tightly over her chest, wearing her characteristic sharp, penetrating gaze like well-worn armor. Despite her severe posture and ice-cold expression, she looked undeniably, almost frustratingly stunning—like some kind of beautiful statue come to life.

Directly across from her stood Diana Marville—completely, totally opposite in absolutely every conceivable way. Where Gwen was all sharp edges and cold steel, Diana was soft curves and gentle warmth. Where Gwen radiated intimidation, Diana radiated compassion. She carried genuine kindness naturally, effortlessly, her beauty gentle and approachable rather than striking and distant.

Gwen broke the heavy, tense silence first, her sharp gaze fixed intently on the distant doors, clearly waiting for someone very specific. "They're late. Again." Her voice was flat, cold.

She scoffed with clear, visible irritation.

"Do boys genuinely, seriously have such an absolutely terrible sense of urgency? Is it biological? Genetic? A fundamental chromosome deficiency?"

Diana chuckled warmly at that sharp observation, shaking her head with obvious fondness. "They're probably just getting their act together as we speak. You know exactly how they are. Boys being boys."

Gwen huffed sharply, still leaning rigidly against the cold stone pillar. "You have way too much faith in them, Diana. Unrealistic, almost naive amounts of faith."

Diana smiled knowingly, clearly completely used to Gwen's perpetually harsh attitude by this point. "Of course I have faith in them, Gwen. They've earned it." She paused. "Plus—you know how teenage boys get when they're gathering together and catching up with each other. Time becomes completely meaningless. They lose all track of reality."

Gwen raised both eyebrows, her impatience growing increasingly visible with each passing second. "They need discipline, Diana. Structure. Order. Not whatever ridiculous, pointless bonding activities they're probably doing right this very second."

Diana chuckled softly again, completely unfazed by Gwen's characteristically sharp tone. "They'll be here very soon. I promise. Just have a tiny, microscopic bit of patience. It won't actually kill you to wait two more minutes."

A weighted beat passed before Diana added with a playful, almost teasing smirk spreading across her face:

"Or... is it that you're actually the one getting impatient right now?"

Gwen's expression immediately shifted to pure indignation, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Impatient? Me?!" She straightened defensively, pulling away from the pillar. "I'm hardly—I am not the type to be impatient about anything! I have perfect, complete self-control at all times!"

Diana couldn't help but laugh openly, thoroughly amused by Gwen's instant, defensive denial. "Oh, of course not! Absolutely not! And while we're at it, pigs fly, the sky is bright green, and water flows uphill!"

Gwen exhaled heavily through her nose, and her rigid expression softened—just slightly, barely perceptibly, like ice beginning to crack. "Diana... you know me better than anyone else here. I simply cannot keep waiting around doing nothing when I know—when I'm certain—there's an important, significant event happening."

Her voice carried unusual, uncharacteristic vulnerability.

"It makes me feel... anxious. Out of control. I hate it."

Diana's playful smile transformed into something genuinely gentle, warm, understanding. Her voice became softer. "I know you can't help it, Gwen. It's just fundamentally who you are as a person."

She paused meaningfully.

"But trust me completely on this—when they finally walk through that door, they'll be ready. Prepared. Focused. And if anyone else tries to argue otherwise or question their readiness?"

Another deliberate beat.

"Well... let's just say I have complete, unwavering faith in your particularly effective persuasive abilities too."

Gwen spoke with genuine curiosity now, her tone noticeably less sharp and cold. "If I'm being totally honest and asking you seriously, Diana—do boys' little gatherings and hangouts really matter that much? Is it actually important and meaningful, or just wasting valuable time?"

Diana chuckled knowingly, shaking her head with that familiar fond expression. "Oh, Gwen... you say that like it's some kind of impossible, unsolvable mystery!" Her expression became thoughtful, more serious. "But trust me completely—boys gathering together always has specific reasons and purposes behind it."

A playful, knowing glint entered her eyes as she leaned in slightly closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially.

"It could honestly be absolutely anything—comparing notes and strategies for the test, debating who gets stuck with last pick at dinner, sharing fears about what's coming, or maybe just... reassuring each other before something really big and scary. Building courage together. Solidarity."

Gwen raised one eyebrow, looking slightly amused despite her best efforts to remain critical. "That sounds like complete, utter boyish nonsense if you ask me. Pointless emotional theater."

Diana chuckled warmly at Gwen's predictably dismissive comment. "Oh, you know exactly how they are deep down. They might be training to become men, future detectives and investigators, but they've still got plenty of boyish behavior and antics left in them." She smiled. "It's honestly kind of endearing if you think about it."

Gwen couldn't help but reluctantly concede the point, however unwillingly. "I suppose... you're probably right about that assessment. Unfortunately." A pause. "But that still doesn't make it any less completely ridiculous to actually think about."

Diana's knowing smile turned almost mischievous, like she'd figured out a secret. "I think I know exactly why you're acting like this right now. I've got you figured out."

She paused deliberately for maximum dramatic effect.

"You're genuinely excited, Gwen. Actually excited to start. You desperately want to see how much real, tangible growth the rookies achieved during training. You're secretly proud of them—even though you would literally rather die than ever admit that out loud to anyone."

Gwen immediately crossed her arms even tighter, clearly trying desperately to play it cool and maintain her carefully constructed image. But there was an absolutely unmistakable hint of excitement flickering visibly in her sharp eyes, completely betraying her attempted indifferent act.

"Excited? Please, Diana. Don't be completely ridiculous." Her voice was dismissive, defensive. "I don't get easily excited about anything ever. That's simply not who I am as a person."

Diana nodded slowly, knowingly. "I completely understand, Gwen. But... this isn't exactly an easy or simple situation we're in." Her voice became gentler. "It's totally okay—actually healthy—to feel something about it. You're allowed to care."

Gwen exhaled deeply, long and slow, and her usual arrogance and rigid confidence softened just a touch—like seeing a crack appear in previously impenetrable armor. She knew Diana was absolutely, completely right.

"I suppose you have a valid point there..." Her voice dropped lower, became quieter. "But I genuinely, honestly can't shake off this feeling in my chest."

A pause, vulnerable.

"I absolutely hate waiting for things. It makes me feel completely powerless. Out of control."

And at that exact, perfect moment—like the universe itself had absolutely flawless comedic timing—the heavy doors swung open dramatically with a loud creak, revealing the boys had finally arrived.

Rukawa was confidently leading the group with his characteristic calm precision and control, followed closely by Richard maintaining steady pace, then Javi looking slightly frazzled, and finally Simon bringing up the rear with his usual chaotic energy.

Javi exhaled exasperatedly, his voice carrying clear, obvious annoyance and exhaustion. "Simon, I am begging you—literally begging—please don't ever, under any circumstances, lead the way again. Not ever. Not in any situation. Not even if we're dying."

Simon immediately feigned deep, personal offense, an exaggerated gasp escaping his lips like he'd been physically stabbed. "What?! Excuse me?! Are you serious right now?!" His voice rose dramatically. "You don't trust my excellent, clearly superior navigational skills?! My sense of direction?! I'm deeply hurt! Wounded! Betrayed!"

Rukawa sighed heavily, tiredly, chiming in with his characteristic bone-dry humor. "Our clearly stated, singular intended destination was the examination hall. One location. Very simple."

His tone was perfectly, devastatingly flat. "However, you somehow—through methods I cannot begin to comprehend—managed to lead us in literally every other direction humanly possible. We saw the entire building. Multiple times. Twice."

Javi nodded so emphatically his entire upper body moved with the motion, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat literally pouring from his forehead. "He's absolutely, one hundred percent right! And that's not even the worst part!" His voice rose with building exasperation. "Simon—you physically stopped us to explain each and every single Sherlock Holmes painting we passed along the way!"

He gestured wildly.

"There were like fifty paintings! Maybe more! Do you have any idea how long that took?! We could've circled the entire academy twice!"

Simon grinned completely, utterly, shamelessly, clearly not bothered even slightly by their entirely legitimate complaints. "Hey, come on—those paintings were absolutely fascinating! Priceless historical treasures! Irreplaceable artifacts!" He spread his hands innocently. "You should genuinely be thanking me for providing a free, comprehensive, educational history lesson!"

A beat passed before he added with absolutely zero shame or self-awareness:

"Besides... if we happened to get maybe just a little bit lost along the way? That's just more valuable, quality time to bond as a functional team! Team building! Character development! Bonding exercises!"

In the distance, Gwen noticed them immediately. Her sharp eyes locked on. Her entire expression shifted instantly to visible, palpable irritation, her jaw tightening visibly.

Meanwhile, Diana simply smiled warmly, broadly, clearly genuinely happy to see them arrive safely and in one piece.

Richard muttered under his breath, his voice low and genuinely worried. "Uh oh. Incoming storm. Brace yourselves."

Javi immediately followed Richard's concerned gaze and exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging. "Oh god. Here she goes..."

As Gwen started approaching with purposeful, deliberate strides that screamed authority and impending doom, everybody instinctively, automatically straightened up like soldiers suddenly called to attention.

Gwen approached, and her voice came out stern in the most intimidating, authoritative way humanly possible. Each word was clipped, sharp.

"Where. Were. You."

It wasn't phrased as a question. It was a direct accusation. A demand.

The boys immediately exchanged nervous, guilty glances, collectively bracing themselves for the inevitable, brutal verbal scolding. Simon opened his mouth—probably to give some smartass, sarcastic, deflecting response—but Javi instantly reached over and nudged him hard in the ribs to physically shut him up before he could make this situation exponentially worse.

Richard stepped forward diplomatically, strategically, clearing his throat. "We, uh... we had a small, minor detour along the way. Slight navigational issue. Nothing serious."

Gwen crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow slowly, clearly completely unimpressed by the weak explanation. "A small detour, you say?" Her voice absolutely dripped with skepticism. "Is that what you're calling wandering around completely aimlessly like lost, confused tourists?"

Richard grinned guiltily, trying desperately to play it cool and charming his way out. "Well... we had to stop and properly admire the scenery, right? Appreciate the architecture? Cultural education? Aesthetic appreciation?"

Javi chuckled weakly, nervously, jumping in to try desperately defusing the increasingly tense situation. "Yeah! Exactly! And Simon—Simon insisted on giving us this comprehensive, detailed mini history lesson about literally every single painting we encountered!" His voice went higher. "Very educational! Very informative! Very... extremely time-consuming!"

Rukawa chimed in calmly, his voice steady as always, cutting through the chaos. "That's precisely why I made the executive decision to take the lead for the remainder of the journey, Ms. Watson. To prevent any further unnecessary delays or historical tangents."

Gwen looked directly at Rukawa with those sharp, analytical eyes and nodded with clear approval, her expression softening microscopically. "At least one of you had the basic common sense and leadership initiative to properly lead the group."

She immediately turned her sharp, disappointed gaze back to the others, her expression hardening again like steel being forged.

"And as for the rest of you..." Her voice carried clear disappointment and frustration. "Seriously? Seriously? A little focus and basic sense of direction wouldn't hurt anyone! Time management is a crucial, fundamental skill for detectives!"

Diana sighed audibly from her position several feet away and decided to intervene before Gwen could really get going on a full lecture. "Gwen... please ease up just a little bit. They're here now, safe and sound. That's what actually matters."

Gwen turned to Diana, her expression softening slightly for her best friend—but only for exactly one second before snapping right back to stern. "Fine. Fine." She gestured sharply toward the hall. "But they absolutely, objectively are wasting valuable time, and time is something we genuinely don't have in abundance right now."

A tense beat passed before she exhaled sharply, Gwen's gaze is fierce and unbreakable."Now everyone gather around immediately! I want to close this pre-test briefing up quickly and efficiently!"

The boys immediately obeyed without any further protest or smartass comments, shuffling closer to where Gwen and Diana stood waiting. There was a palpable, visible mix of anticipation and slight genuine fear written across all their expressions.

Gwen nodded in satisfaction, surveying them all like a general carefully inspecting troops before battle.

"First off—I want to formally, officially congratulate everyone standing here for your exceptional, outstanding hard work during the intensive training in Vault 17 last week."

Her voice was characteristically stern but carried unexpected warmth buried underneath the harsh exterior. "I'm absolutely certain—one hundred percent positive—that each and every one of you formed genuine, meaningful bonds with each other during that intense, brutal week."

She paused deliberately, letting that sink in.

"Even though some of you are extremely..." Her sharp gaze fixed directly, intensely on Javi. "Annoying and won't shut up."

Her eyes moved precisely to Richard next. "Too mediating and peaceful and diplomatic, like an absolute idiot who somehow can't ever pick an actual side in anything."

Next to Simon, her gaze sharpening further. "Far, far too talkative with a completely nonsense mouth that literally never, ever stops running no matter what."

Her gaze shifted to Diana, softening microscopically. "Too soft and gentle and kind for this brutal work... however, surprisingly acceptable. You're fine. Good, even."

Then to Rukawa, studying him carefully. "Too unnaturally calm for anyone's comfort. Always acting like you're somehow special or fundamentally above everyone else here."

And finally, she gestured to herself with the tiniest hint of a smirk. "And I sincerely thank myself for somehow having the patience and tolerance to deal with absolutely all of you despite my naturally sharp tongue and low tolerance for nonsense."

The group chuckled warmly despite the deliberately mean-spirited delivery—everyone except Javi and Rukawa, who remained thoughtfully, knowingly silent.

They knew. They understood perfectly.

This was Gwen's specific, unique way of showing fondness and genuine care beneath the harsh exterior.

Her love language was brutal honesty wrapped carefully in layers of insults and criticism.

Gwen's entire expression became noticeably more serious, more intensely focused. She deliberately let the moment settle completely before continuing.

"Remember this—and I mean really remember it—knowing each other, truly understanding your teammates on a deep level, is absolutely vital as a functional, effective team. Critical."

Her voice dropped lower, became more intense and grave. "Now—Garcia and Hiroshi will undergo the official Rookie Test today. Right now."

She looked at both of them directly, her gaze piercing.

"We know—we are certain—you can pass it. After absolutely everything you've endured, everything you've survived, everything you've learned and absorbed—you're ready. You're prepared."

A heavy pause.

"And lastly, most importantly—remember that both of you are officially, permanently part of this team now. You're not outsiders anymore. You're not temporary. You're not probationary. You're ours."

Despite Gwen's characteristically harsh words and severe, intimidating delivery, absolutely everyone present knew instinctively that deep down, buried beneath layers of ice, she was expressing her genuine concern and unexpected pride in them.

Javi and Rukawa exchanged a long, meaningful look—a moment of silent understanding and solidarity passing between them. Javi spoke up first, his voice steady and completely sincere.

"We really, genuinely appreciate your words, Gwen. All of them. Even the insults." He paused meaningfully. "We won't let the team down. That's not just a promise—that's a guarantee."

Gwen nodded curtly, sharply, her expression softening so briefly you could absolutely miss it if you blinked at the wrong moment. "See to it that you don't."

Her voice became more serious, almost grave, carrying real weight.

"This test determines definitively if you're truly capable of being part of this school, this life, this world. No matter what happens in there—no matter what you see, experience, or face—don't lose yourself in the process. Don't lose who you are."

A heavy, weighted pause that felt suffocating.

"Got it? Both of you?"

Both Javi and Rukawa nodded with absolute seriousness, fully understanding the genuine weight and importance of her words.

Gwen narrowed her eyes slightly, studying them both with intense scrutiny, but didn't press the issue any further. She knew instinctively when to push harder and when to back off—even if she absolutely hated doing it.

"Good."

A tense beat passed before Diana stepped forward smoothly, her tone warm, genuinely reassuring, like sunlight breaking through dark storm clouds.

"You two will do absolutely, perfectly fine. I have complete faith." Her smile was genuine, reaching her eyes. "Just stay focused on everything you've learned—and trust each other as much as you trust yourselves. You've got this. Both of you."

Richard reached over and tapped both Javi and Rukawa firmly, reassuringly on the shoulders, his grip strong and brotherly. "Good luck, brothers. Seriously. Show them exactly what you're made of."

Javi nodded, feeling a powerful, overwhelming mixture of nerves and determination swirling intensely in his chest. "Thanks, man. For everything. Really."

Rukawa, characteristically more reserved as always, simply nodded once with that precise, controlled motion. His expression remained carefully unreadable. "We'll do our absolute best. That's all we can promise. That's all anyone can do."

Diana chimed in with genuine cheer and enthusiasm, her voice bright and encouraging. "We'll be waiting right here for you both when you come back out. No matter how long it takes. No matter what."

Then Simon jumped in enthusiastically, physically unable to contain himself or his excitement. "I just really, desperately hope there's a massive, huge celebration after you both pass! Like, enormous! With tons of food! Mountains of food! All the food!"

Javi smirked, genuinely appreciating the enthusiastic, unconditional support. "Oh, you can absolutely count on it! We'll celebrate properly and excessively!"

Rukawa rolled his eyes at Simon's predictable, food-focused comment, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of genuine amusement flickering in his usually cold, detached expression. "I'll just focus on actually passing the test first. Successfully." His tone was dry. "Then we can seriously discuss celebrations and excessive food consumption."

Gwen scoffed loudly, but it was clearly her own weird, specific way of showing support and encouragement. "Don't make complete, utter fools of yourselves in there. Represent us properly. Represent this team."

Javi nodded firmly, completely unfazed by Gwen's characteristically sharp tone. "Got it, understood. I'll apply literally everything you taught me. Every single brutal, painful lesson."

Rukawa sighed quietly, shaking his head slightly in that familiar way—but there was definite amusement coloring his expression now. "We're fully, completely prepared for this, Ms. Watson." His voice was steady, calm, controlled. "Perish your worries entirely. We won't disappoint you or this team."

Gwen nodded once with clear approval, then stepped deliberately, purposefully aside, revealing a door with an official, somewhat ominous sign reading:

EXAMINATION ROOM

She gestured toward it commandingly with one hand, her expression completely unreadable, carefully neutral.

Javi exchanged one final, long look with Rukawa—a profound moment of silent understanding, solidarity, and shared determination passing between them like electricity. He took a deep, steadying breath before stepping forward toward the examination room door, absolutely determined to show everything they'd learned during their brutal training week.

Rukawa followed closely, steadily behind, his expression radiating both quiet confidence and laser-sharp, intense focus.

The door closed behind them with a heavy, final, echoing thud.

Sealed completely shut.

As the sound of the closing door gradually echoed away into silence, the mentors collectively sighed with relief—though genuine tension and worry still lingered heavily in the air like smoke.

Richard spoke first, his voice dropping to an uncertain, worried whisper as he looked at the others. "So... what do you guys actually think? Honest opinions only. Do you genuinely think they're going to be fine in there? Or are we sending them into something terrible?"

Simon grinned with his usual confidence and energy, though his eyes definitely showed underlying concern breaking through. "Definitely. One hundred percent. Absolutely." He nodded firmly. "Those guys are tough as absolute nails, and they've clearly learned a massive amount in just one intense week. They've totally got this. No doubt."

Diana nodded firmly in agreement, her voice warm with genuine faith and belief. "They've come such an incredibly long way since the very beginning. Since literally day one when they walked through those doors." She smiled softly. "I'm absolutely sure—completely certain—they'll do amazing in there. I believe in them completely and totally."

Gwen pushed herself off the wall with a heavy exhale, her expression carefully, deliberately masked to hide the genuine worry she felt churning uncomfortably underneath the surface. "They better do well in there."

A meaningful pause.

"Now let's go. We still have actual classes to attend. Life doesn't stop or pause for tests."

Simon gasped dramatically, loudly, pressing both hands to his chest in theatrical, exaggerated horror. "Wait—we're just leaving?! Abandoning them completely?!" His voice rose with fake panic. "But what if they desperately need moral support through the window? Or at least some dramatic, encouraging cheering from outside the door?! We could be their cheerleading squad!"

Richard immediately rolled his eyes and physically nudged Simon forward, literally pushing him toward the exit. "Dude, Gwen's completely right. We have actual responsibilities and real obligations too. We can't just stand here staring at a door all day like creeps."

Diana chuckled softly, warmly as she followed them out, her voice carrying obvious fondness. "Come on, everyone... let's give them the actual space they need and deserve to shine on their own. They've earned this moment. It's theirs."

--

And with that collective, unspoken agreement, they walked away together as a unified pack—mentors reluctantly leaving their students to face their ultimate trial completely alone.

One thing was absolutely, crystal clear now:

When they saw the rookies again—if they saw them again—they would be fundamentally, permanently different than before. Changed. Transformed. Evolved.

And that would only happen if they somehow survived whatever was waiting behind those sealed doors.

Because in their world—in the dangerous, unpredictable world of the School of Shadows—nothing was ever normal.

Nothing was ever truly safe.

And nothing—absolutely nothing—was ever guaranteed.