The remaining teams stood at by the entrance of association building as Eagle paced before them.
Today was result day and everyone was wondering whether they passed or not.
"Passing conditions were graded on three criteria," he announced as pulled up a holographic display, "Four points each, scaled by severity."
The screen flickered to life:
1. Hostage Status
- 4: Unharmed
- 3: Minor injuries
- 2: Moderate damage
- 1: Critical condition
- 0: Deceased
2. Team Condition
- 4: No casualties
- 3: Injured but functional
- 2: One member lost
- 1: Two members down
- 0: Total wipeout
3. Villain Status
- 4: Eliminated
- 3: Incapacitated
- 2: Contained
- 1: Briefly stalled
- 0: Unscathed
Results:
- Team 3: 24 points (Hostage: 2, Team: 1, Villain: 4)
- Team 6: 21 points (Hostage: 3, Team: 1, Villain: 4)
- Team 1: 20 points (Hostage: 4, Team: 1, Villain: 1)
- Team 9: 19 points (Hostage: 3, Team: 2, Villain: 2)
Eagle's gaze swept over to Team 4 and Team 5. The fact that they seemly know that they would be eliminated made surprising to Eagle to see them smiling, "Remember, you try again next year. Or do something simple with your life. No one forcing you to do this. I walk you guys off."
The two teams seemed relief that they were going home and due to them spending time with each other. They were most likely to stay in contact with each other.
Soon after, a few instructor led us to our next exam venue.
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As we turned the corner, a woman dressed in an pop idol uniform waited for us, "Congratulations, survivors for reaching the second last exam in the hero association examination. Your next test is rather simple." She points to a black door emblazoned with the Association's golden emblem, "An interview."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
"Score over 25 points here, and you'll receive your hero licenses regardless of your performance in the final combat exam. This is the easiest round. No fighting. No life-or-death stakes." She twirled before ending off with a pose while showing off a heart with her hands, "Just… charm."
A screen flickered on behind her, displaying a glamorous studio set, "You'll be interviewed live by Glamourbabe, broadcasted nationwide to build public interest in your debut. There will be three voting system that will appear live so try to do your best to sell yourself. One for the heroes across the world, second is publicly acceptance and finally, the elders approval rating." She continued.
Her smile sharpened, "Since Team 3 has most points. You're up first."
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Gwin fidgeted with her mask, "National television? We finally made it. A-list status already. I hope there's going to be a red carpet." She pan over to Miles who nervously shaking, "What's up best buddy."
Who turns to face her, "I hate being on camera. Just hoping no one at school or worst my dad watching this." With a pale expression.
Arthur pats his back, "Just don't say anything stupid. Especially you Gwin. Reminder that I seen Miss Stacy podcast and she may act like dumb cutie, but she an expert at ambushing hero into question that they are afraid of."
"Thanks for the complainant lover boy," a melodic voice purred.
The door swung open, revealing Glamourbabe in all her glory.
She wore a much more skimpy pink hero uniform that showed off her tights and most of her cleavage, "Hello, darlings! Ready to meet your adoring public?"
Arthur and Miles looked at each other and understand one thing. They were happy to be alive.
Glamourbabe noticed their stares and winked at them. Causing Miles to flustered and Arthur lightly giggle.
Gwin pinch both their ears, "Not now."
A producer's voice crackled over the intercom: "Places in five!"
Glamourbabe clapped, "Time to make the world know your name."