CHAPTER SEVEN
A couple of hours later, I found myself walking through the campus of the Theodore Jason Academy for Young Superhumans. As the name suggested, this was a school for young superhumans, where they would receive a basic high school education and learn how to control their powers. I had visited the Academy when it first opened almost a year ago now but hadn’t been back to it since then, because I had been a member of the Young Neos at the time and was too old to be a student here.
That was why I was amazed at how bustling the place was. Hundreds of students, each one wearing the school’s blue and yellow uniform, from every part of the country walked, sat, or chatted among themselves. Some of the students were obviously on their way to class, carrying huge stacks of textbooks in
