Chapter 2

Hunter stood in line, waiting like everyone else there. He didn't think he would get this far, he thought by now people would have pegged him in the line and told him to leave. So far, so good! He already took the written test, and purposely bombed most of the questions. Now, he waits in line for the fitness exam. He stood wearing nothing more than his boxer shorts. Despite his emerald green scaly legs, people thought he was wearing leggings under his boxers. "Must be his good luck leggings!" someone snickered.

He took his position as they called for the people who wish to be heroes to jump back and forth in place for 30 seconds. "GO!"

He moved rapidly, faster and faster back and forth until people stopped and stared at the kid that disappeared! When the time stopped, Hunter did and became visible once more. He didn't damage the floor too much, but he marked it up pretty good!

People began to stop and stare at him as he moved on to the next challenge. Weightlifting. He set it on the max weight, but didn't use his hands to lift it. Instead he got creative. He pushed the weights to the far wall, then got on the ground. Carefully he placed his feet on the weights and forced them up onto the wall and then into the balls of his feet. From there he did a handstand with 800 pounds of weight… but then started doing reps. People froze, not only did he do that, but he did everything on three fingers! When the called for an end to the test, he pushed down and launched the weights up into the air. He flipped forward on to his feet and caught them before they hit the ground!

He completed all the other challenges with great ease, but also scared the hell out of everyone around him! With the tests over, Hunter was flagged down by one of the testers. "We need to interview you!" he said.

Hunter sighed. "Great, here we go!" he muttered.

Leaving the training facility, he was taken down a hallway and into a smaller room. There, he saw familiar faces from the heroes association. They stared back at him, unimpressed. "Have a seat Hunter."

"I'll stand."

"Very well… why are you here?" the woman with purple hair asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you going through the hero testing? You are already an automatic M Class dragon! All you had to do was ask!"

Hunter rolled his eyes, he took the chair and gave a groan. "Again with that!" he said. "Look, I want to see if I can make it to Class S on my own accord, not because of who my parents are and what I am!" he protested. "I want to start at the bottom, Class C and work my way to the top to class S! From there, I will be Class M after, but for now. I want to work my way, I want to struggle or at least try and struggle through this, and I don't want it handed to me!"

The board was surprised to his answer. "You purposely failed the written exam, to get into Class C?" asked the bearded associate.

"YES!" he announced. "Wait, how did you know I failed it on purpose?"

"When you were living here and was looking for something to do, you filled out the hero test once before and aced it." He explained.

Hunter sighed. "Look, sorry about putting you through all of this, I just want to earn where I go okay? I don't want it handed to me, I don't want it on a 'technicality' I want it to be on my own skills and abilities."

The table was confused, however there was a nodding consensus. "Very well, congratulations Hunter, on being a Class C hero."

Hunter froze. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes, be aware that as a Class C hero, you must do weekly heroics. It doesn't matter how big or small just as long as it is done once a week. You can file reports on your heroics or believe the public will do so for you. But, the greater the threat you help stop, the faster you climb in the ranks. You will be the last of your class, so work hard at it!" said the bearded associate.

Hunter couldn't be happier! "Thank you!" and left shortly after. He was quick to change and couldn't wait to get home and tell his parents about his day! He walked out of the training facility a happy man. With his paper in hand he ran home.

By the time he got through the door, everyone was home, except for Alley who was at the lab again. "I'm a Class C hero!" he announced proudly.

The room came to an instant stop. Garou froze to the news. "Wait… what!?" he demanded. "Class C? You should be automatic Class S at least!"

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Oh come on dad. I am just trying to liven my life up a bit, what fun is it being in class S when it's handed to you? No, I want to earn it! I had to beg them to put me in Class C."

"Where is all this coming from?" asked his mother Melee. "Hunter, why did you want to do this?"

Hunter sighed aloud. "Because if I worked from the bottom and get to the top, no one can say I didn't earn it!" It surprised the room. But then, the devious smirk came over him. "I want to stick it to Sweet Mask too. I hate that guy!"

"Runs in the family," muttered Garou.

Melee was surprised. "Alright then, just remember your weekly heroics or you are dropped from the registry."

Garou snickered. "He's going to be in Class A by next week."