November 7, 2012 — Wednesday, a cold morning in Chicago
Days passed, and the same teenage drama kept dragging on. Mark, July, and Becky were still far from resolving things between them. Kai, still remembering what Cosmic had told him about his bond with Mark, felt something shift inside. Something made him decide to act.
He watched them during recess, exchanging shy glances and avoiding deep conversations, and he knew something had to be done. Kai wasn't one to get involved in emotional messes, but he could tell the situation was affecting them.
As he ate during the break, he glanced at Derick, who sat beside him.
"Ugh, hold up, man. I gotta fix something real quick," said Kai.
Derick looked at him with a confused expression.
"Alright," Derick replied, distracted by his snack and not quite understanding what Kai meant.
Kai stood up and walked toward the three of them.He gathered them in a corner of the courtyard where no one could overhear. The morning sun lit up their faces, and a few seconds of silence lingered before Kai spoke.
"Alright guys, I've had enough of this… Everyone here knows something's going on between you, right? So why don't we just drop it for now? Go back to the way things were, just friends — and when the right time comes, when your hearts tell you, you can figure it out. Look, the year's almost over, and we're all heading to different schools next year. Now's the time to enjoy what we have. Or you'll regret it when there's no time left."
Mark, Becky, and July looked at him silently. Then, as if their minds were in sync, the three began to smile. The weight they'd been carrying melted away.
"Dude, you always know what to say. And always at the right moment," said Mark, smiling with gratitude.
Becky nodded, trying to hide the relief on her face.
"Thanks, Kai. You always manage to fix things without even trying too hard," she said.
July smiled too, and the tense atmosphere around them melted like snow in the morning sun. They quickly returned to acting like the friends they once were.
Kai shrugged, flashing a sarcastic grin.
"I'm probably the best therapist for dysfunctional people you guys will ever meet," said Kai, his tone sharp with irony.
"Didn't last long… And the annoying Kai is back," said July, followed by laughter from the other two as they listened to his lecture.
As recess neared its end, the three of them talked about trivial things, laughing and feeling comfortable again — free from the emotional pressure that had been weighing them down. Kai, however, felt his mission was complete. But there was still one more thing he needed to do.
When class ended, he walked over to Mark, who was waiting for him so they could head home together, like always.
"I can't go back with you today, Mark. I've got something to take care of," said Kai, his tone calm but firm.
Mark looked surprised but nodded.
"Alright. See you at home then."
Kai quickly said goodbye and headed toward the school where he'd be taking the entrance exam for a scholarship.
Scholarship Exam – Oakwood Academy
Kai had been studying for this exam over the past few days, using books and notes he borrowed from Becky and July. In the previous days, he read content he had already seen once in his past life, though it had been a while. That difficulty in remembering... but at the same time, he wanted to fulfill Cosmic's request — which was rare. He wasn't exactly excited, but he knew that studying there would be the perfect alibi to earn some free time.
Mark, Debbie, and Nolan occasionally saw him studying, exchanging a few words with him now and then, but Kai was completely absorbed in his preparation.
Finally, the day of the exam arrived. Kai sat in a silent classroom alongside other students, all focused on their answer sheets. The test proctor, a middle-aged man with glasses and a serious expression, paced the aisles, making sure everyone followed the instructions correctly.
Kai didn't feel nervous. For someone like him, who had once taken public service exams, that environment felt familiar. With a subtle smile, he dove into the questions, answering them with precision — but without rushing.
Midway through, he paused and activated the Six Eyes.
He scanned his surroundings, noticing some incorrect answers from candidates nearby. He smirked slightly and deactivated the Six Eyes.
So I'm the nerd this time? Can't even cheat… Great. He thought with an ironic smile.
Time passed, and when the clock signaled the end of the exam, Kai handed in his sheet with a tired sigh.
The proctor approached and handed Kai a small form.
"The results will be announced by phone to the guardians listed on the application form in a few days. Good luck, young man," said the proctor.
Kai nodded, not particularly worried. He had done what he could to fulfill Cosmic's request — now the rest was up to fate.
The Nameless Void
November 10, 2012 — Saturday, Cloudy Night in Chicago
Somewhere in the sky, Atom Eve, the heroine known for her ability to manipulate matter, was flying over Chicago on one of her regular patrols. She was distracted — something was bothering her. For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the boy who had crossed her path a few times.
Gliding through the sky, curious, even without knowing much about him, his presence had left a mark. She couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more than he let on. Always with that enigmatic gaze, as if aware of something much greater. And he always seemed to vanish whenever she tried to approach or find him. She didn't even know his name, but the memory lingered.
She flew lower, scanning the places where she'd seen him before, but found no sign of him. Nothing. It was as if he had disappeared, leaving only a void behind.
Could he be somehow involved in what happened to me? Last time I saw him was right after I fixed everything… she wondered, eyes searching for any clue. But nothing. It was as if he had never existed.
Ugh, come on, Eve. You're just imagining things, she thought.
After a while, as she flew off again, she refocused on her mission to help those in need — but still couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
November 14, 2012 — Wednesday, Cold Morning in Chicago
The school was more lively than usual. When the teachers announced that the middle school graduation event was approaching, everyone got excited. It would be a party — with one important detail: every student had to pick a partner for the event.
When the announcement was made, Becky and July exchanged subtle glances with Mark. The peace Kai had helped create was coming to an end. Mark would have to choose between them, and time was running out.
During recess, Mark approached Kai, who was sitting with an open N.G. book, though clearly uninterested in what he was reading.
"Hey, Kai… I know you're not really into reading, but talk to me, man… About the graduation — the dance, you know. Are you going? I need some advice here," Mark said, his nervous smile barely hiding his anxiety.
Kai looked at him with an almost bored expression, not even changing his posture.
"I have zero interest in going. You're gonna have to figure it out yourself. I helped, and you got yourself tangled up with them again. Pick one and go. I'm moving on with my life — not in the mood for parties," he replied with his typical sarcastic tone, not even looking directly at Mark.
Mark sighed, unsure of what to do. Things between him and the two girls were now filled with expectations, and he had no idea which one to invite. The pressure was growing heavier by the day.
Later that night, at the Grayson house…
The house was quiet — it was already past 8 p.m. The soft kitchen lighting cast a warm glow as Debbie set the table. The smell of roasted chicken with potatoes and vegetables filled the air. Mark and Kai were in the living room, helping set the table while the news played on the TV.
The broadcast showed Nolan fighting a monstrous creature in New Zealand — something that looked like a humanoid slime. The reporters detailed how the hero was handling the situation, although he still seemed unsure how to defeat the beast.
"Mom, is he gonna be late for dinner again? Should I set one plate less?" Kai asked quickly as he laid out the table.
"'He'? Wouldn't it be easier to just say your father? Leave his plate — he said he'd make it in time," Debbie replied loudly from the kitchen.
Mark, excited to see their father in action, looked at the screen and smiled.
"There he is! Man, he's so strong — awesome! When do you think my powers will kick in? I can't wait anymore!"
Kai, arms crossed, without even looking away from the screen.
"If it takes as long as it did for you to notice those two girls, maybe when you're 80," Kai answered sarcastically, chuckled and tilted his head slightly, pretending to hide the jab.
Mark gave him an indignant look, but still kept his humor.
"At least when I'm 80, I'll have a strong hero team around me. You, on the other hand, will be the grumpy old guy making excuses for everything, living with ten cats!" Mark said.
Meanwhile, Debbie, overhearing the boys' exchange, turned her attention to Kai.
"And how's school, boys? Any news?"
Mark made a face, clearly trying to avoid the topic, but Kai grinned mischievously and jumped at the opportunity.
"Mr. Loverboy here made Becky and July fall for him — and now he can't choose. You should see him at school. He's more lost than a clown on Memorial Day."
Debbie widened her eyes, surprised, then laughed.
"Oh really, Mark? Getting yourself in trouble with the girls now?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Mark looked at his mom, stunned, while Kai smirked.
"Who would've thought teenage drama would be harder to follow than any TV series?" said Kai with a smile.
As the conversation rolled on, the sound of footsteps from the back door signaled Nolan's arrival. He walked into the kitchen still in his hero uniform, stained with alien blood, looking tired. But seeing his family laughing, he asked with a curious smile:
"What's going on?" he said, stepping into the room, blood still visibly splattered across his clothes — yet he seemed more relaxed despite the mess.
Kai, not missing a beat, glanced at Nolan.
"Nothing major. Just the Loverboy here setting up an emotional battlefield between two girls. But I guess he'll handle that after school, right?" said Kai, bluntly.
He chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying the situation.
Debbie, grabbing a cloth to clean the table, cut him off.
"Leave your brother alone, Kai. If you weren't so grumpy, maybe one of the girls would've fallen for you too. You guys look exactly the same, you know?"
She gave Kai a sly smile, while Mark tried to hide his grin — clearly enjoying his mom's jab.
Nolan, still confused, looked between his two sons.
"Did I miss something, or are you guys just roasting Mark now?" he asked, now approaching the table.
Debbie, in a lighthearted tone, took Nolan's hand and pulled him away from the table.
"No, no, no. Go change. You're dripping alien blood, sweetheart. Let's have a normal dinner, okay? No more action scenes tonight."
Nolan gave her a small nod.
"Alright, alright. I'll go change. Be right back," he said as he turned to leave — but before walking through the door.
"And next time someone's dealing with a broken heart, call me. I'm the expert at 'rescues,' right?" he said, playfully.
Debbie and Kai laughed, and Mark shrugged.
"Oh come on, Dad — you too?" Mark groaned.
As Nolan left to get changed, the conversation at the table continued lightheartedly. The warm atmosphere became more and more natural between them as the days went by. Everything felt so easy — even pulling Kai a little out of the emptiness and suspicion he lived in — while the family supported each other, laughing, talking, and enjoying dinner together.
November 16, 2012 — Friday, early morning in Chicago
It was two in the morning, and Friday had already begun. The Grayson house was completely silent, except for the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windows.
Kai was getting ready to go out for another training session when he noticed movement beside the bed. Mark was awake.
"Kai?" Mark murmured, still unsure if he should say anything.
Kai, already practically ready to leave, looked at his brother. Mark was staring blankly at the ceiling.
Kai sighed, with that tired, bored demeanor, as if life was just a series of monotonous, predictable tasks.
"Looks like you can't sleep, huh?" Kai commented casually, though his tone carried a hint of disguised concern.
Mark didn't respond immediately. He just continued staring at the ceiling.
Kai sighed again and approached the bed. His expression remained impassive, but inside, he was already thinking this was one of those moments he didn't want to get involved in — but the confusion was starting to interfere.
"What a pain, what a chore..." he muttered, looking at Mark with frustration.
He sat on the edge of Mark's bed, even though he really wanted to stick to his training plans. With Mark awake, sneaking out was impossible. Besides, Kai had developed the habit of trying to resolve things quickly — even if only out of obligation.
"Look, just sleep peacefully. Later I'll fix the Becky and July situation for you, okay?" Kai said, his tone a mix of boredom and ease.
Mark, still skeptical, looked at him, surprised by the offer.
"Seriously, dude? Fix it how?" he asked, a mix of insecurity and hope in his voice.
Kai shrugged like it was no big deal.
"I always find a way, don't I? Just follow my lead." he said, offering an ironic yet surprisingly genuine smile — something Mark rarely saw.
Mark looked at him, feeling a wave of relief.
Kai quickly pulled part of Mark's blanket and tossed it back at him, hitting him in the face.
"I'll fix it, but you'll do the dishes and take care of every chore Mom and Dad ask for a whole year." Kai said with a complaining tone.
Mark laughed, more relaxed now.
"Deal! Thanks, bro," Mark murmured, settling into bed and finally closing his eyes.
Kai stood and went back to his own bed.
"Damn, there goes another training session. I was just getting the hang of using Blue as a reaction like Cosmic said." Kai thought, followed by a tired sigh.
After a few minutes, Mark managed to relax, now certain that Kai would handle things for him. His faith in his brother was unshakable.
Same day — Friday, morning in Chicago
The school was starting to fill up, students walking through the hallways, chatting, and getting ready for class.
Kai, Mark, Becky, and July had arrived early, before classes began. Kai took the opportunity to solve the dilemma that was hovering over his brother.
He approached the three of them with a worried expression, which already signaled he had something in mind.
With a dramatic look and a tone of someone facing serious trouble, Kai spoke, appealing to the emotional side of the situation.
"I need help," he said.
July and Becky turned to look at Kai with confused expressions. Him asking for help was unheard of.
"What happened? Is the world ending today?" July asked sarcastically.
Kai kept his expression serious.
"My mom said I have to go to this graduation party, and I don't have a date or anyone to ask. You two are my only friends. I know you'd probably prefer to go with Mark, but I need help here — please, let's draw lots. Either way, you can't both go with Mark, right? And I don't know how to dance, so whoever goes with me can switch and dance with Mark, he probably knows how."
He said all of that with the most natural tone possible but with just enough desperation to make it believable.
The two girls exchanged glances, doubt all over their faces. Neither of them really knew where they stood with Mark, but both were aware that somehow, he was involved with the two of them. And Kai was right: they couldn't both go with Mark.
After a silent exchange of looks, Becky and July agreed to the draw to preserve the group's friendship — though hesitantly. The tension was thick, and neither of them could avoid it any longer.
They each wrote their names on slips of paper and handed them to Kai with as much seriousness as they could muster.
"Go ahead, then," Becky said with a strained smile.
Kai, paper in hand, glanced at the three before picking a name at random, adding dramatic flair as if drawing something life-altering.
He opened it and read with a straight face.
"And the name drawn is… July," Kai announced calmly, tossing the paper aside and turning quickly to face the others.
Before either girl could say anything, he swiftly took control of the situation.
"Look, guys, seriously. I'm not an idiot. Mark, please, let July go with me? If you want to go out afterward, fine, just help me here so Mom doesn't ground me. If I get grounded, I'm screwed. So help me out."
July, visibly surprised, took a deep breath and ultimately agreed. She looked at Mark — still speechless — then turned to Kai, trying to inject some humor into it.
"I'm doing this for you, Kai. But only because you asked, and well... it's not the worst plan in the world."
She forced a smile, while Becky looked relieved to go with Mark.
Kai, with his typical irony, laughed and gestured like everything was now solved.
"See? Like I said. It's not that hard."
Kai's excuse had worked perfectly. He'd manipulated the situation so smoothly that no one could argue. Everything resolved almost magically, and they were all ready to move on without further complications.
As the three walked off to class, Mark turned to Kai with a genuine smile.
"Dude, you're a genius. Seriously, best brother ever. We're the same age, but you're like my older brother."
"Of course I am. But you better start getting used to doing the dishes. And you'd better choose between them soon — they won't wait forever." Kai replied with an ironic smile but serious tone.
And so the day continued, with the tension dissolved and the situation apparently resolved — at least for now.
November 18, 2012 — Sunday, early morning in Chicago
Now that everything was resolved, Mark slept soundly, and Kai was able to resume his weekend routine of nighttime training.
The night was quiet, the silence of the early hours creeping into everything around him. Only the sound of wind cutting through the air and Kai's footsteps echoing across the isolated ground broke the stillness. Once again, he found himself alone, in a distant place, where his only companion was the Void.
He knew he needed to grow stronger — not just to deal with the constant doubts about his role in that world, but because deep down, he was certain that at any moment, something might appear. And he had to be ready. That sense of urgency never left him.
While the rest of the world slept, Kai focused on his training, pushing away any thought that might distract his mind. He no longer wanted to fail. He didn't want to feel that sensation of losing control again.
The cold, silent night seemed to stretch endlessly, but for Kai, time was irrelevant. His focus rested on a single task: understanding and mastering the void, making it work for him in a natural, effortless way.He wasn't just repeating movements; he was searching for something deeper — a sense of alignment between his body and the energy he carried.
He closed his eyes for a moment, his mind drifting to Cosmic's words. The simple but powerful instruction echoed in his thoughts:"Don't force it. Connect with the void in a natural way. Be reflex. Be instinct."
He knew the answer was there, buried deep in his mind, just waiting to be awakened.
"I'll imitate what I already know," he thought. The words left his lips almost like a vow — a silent promise to himself.
He opened his hand, forming the blue sphere. To move it, Kai's fingers stretched out, making signs in the air guiding the sphere, flowing to a rhythm beyond conscious understanding — each gesture naturally flowing into the next, nothing exaggerated.
It was like an invisible line that lay between his fingers and the blue sphere.
The energy began to flow more smoothly. Unlike before, when it felt forced, Kai now sensed the void beginning to flow through him, becoming part of his very essence.His gestures grew lighter, more fluid, as if he was finally connecting to something that had always been a part of him.
That was the guide — the training wheels he had been missing to truly begin understanding the energy he wielded. Or rather, the energy he thought he had been controlling all along.
He repeated the motions a few more times, sensing the void becoming more obedient — at least when using Blue.
Finally, with a sigh, he sensed he was nearing his safe limit — a boundary he had learned to detect through practice. He stopped.His body was relaxed, though he still felt the usual fatigue from using his powers. The headache came, as always, like a steady reminder. But his mind remained active, reflecting on what had just occurred.
He had taken an important step. But it still wasn't enough.The road to fully mastering the void would be long — but he was closer now to understanding this energy. Not just as a power… but as part of who he was.
Interlude — Young Team Test – Operation at the Dock
November 19, 2012 — Monday, early morning, Lake Michigan Port
The young team was gathered inside a van parked near the harbor, watching the criminals in action. The atmosphere was tense, but the team was well-trained, prepared to act. This time, they couldn't fail — this operation would prove they were ready to handle smaller cases where the Guardians weren't required.
The silhouettes of the criminals were visible in the distance, clumsily and hurriedly trying to break locks and pry open containers in the dockside warehouses. They knew the stolen goods were tied to a shipment of advanced tech, so the mission had to be quick and precise.
"Let's get this moving," said Atlas, a cocky grin on his lips. He was already itching to leave the vehicle — as always, eager to make an impressive entrance. "I'll handle the rest. Just don't ruin my show."
"You're not the one who's going to screw this up, right?" Vortex joked with a hint of annoyance while watching the battlefield. "I just want this over with. I hate waiting."
Reflex, sitting beside Vortex, frowned as she checked the criminals' movement map. She didn't like Vortex's rush. She always preferred planning and ensuring everything was absolutely secure before acting.
"We need to be careful. Fast and sloppy is not the way," she said, more to herself than the others.
"We're doing this by the book. There's no way we mess this up."Silver stated with a confident smile.
She then turned to Reflex, her expression sure but driven by the high standards she always held herself to. She was always looking for the most efficient and precise solution — even for a mission like this.
Ghost Girl remained focused, her eyes watching the port from a distance. She felt the pressure of being the rookie — but also a different pressure: to do what needed to be done, but do it right. She wanted to prove her worth to the group. She didn't know yet if she could truly make a difference… but she had a plan.
"Alright, everyone ready?" Vortex asked, already getting into position. "I doubt this group of idiots will take long to realize we're not here to play."
"Let's be quick. Let's be quiet. Don't let anyone escape," said Reflex, her voice firm and determined. "Alright, team. Time to move."
With that, the team jumped out of the van and headed toward the docks. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, but the port's lighting made it possible to see what was going on.
Atlas was the first to charge forward, leaping with the confidence of someone ready to show off his strength.
He spread his arms out like he was stepping onto a stage and looked back at the group.
"Watch and learn," he said, not waiting for a reply.
Atlas ran to the center of the dock, jumping straight onto one of the containers where three criminals were trying to break the lock.
Before they could react, Atlas launched himself at one of them and, with a single crushing punch, sent him crashing to the ground.
"This isn't even fun. These guys are amateurs," he said with a smug grin, watching the criminals drop. Then he spun and struck a heroic pose, like a caped champion.
From afar, with his sharp senses, he noticed a criminal aiming a gun. But it was too late. The loud sound of the gunshot echoed — the bullet flew toward Atlas.
But the projectile bounced off his skin and fell to the ground.
Atlas turned to the shooter with a serious face, then flashed a wicked smile. His eyes glowed red as he fired a laser beam that sliced through the weapon — and the man's arm. The criminal let out a scream of agony and collapsed.
"This is overkill," muttered Vortex, but he moved anyway, raising his arms to release a gust of slicing wind that cut through the air — and through two more criminals' weapons.
Then came a stronger gust that knocked down two others trying to flee toward the pier. The impact sent their bodies crashing into the metal walls, but the wind wasn't strong enough to cause widespread destruction.
"You're too fast, Atlas. They're here to steal — not to star in your performance."
"Maybe I just know how to have fun," Atlas replied with a shrug, already moving to neutralize another group, while Silver, more focused, prepared herself.
With her usual precision, Silver had moved away from the center to observe enemy positions.
"Don't rush," she whispered to Reflex, who was once again analyzing movement. "Perfection is in execution — not speed. Let's do this properly."
Reflex stayed focused, her eyes calculating the perfect timing to act. Her mind worked like a machine, constantly analyzing every step, every movement, every possible outcome.
"I'm the reason no one's getting away. I'm not willing to fail."
As the fight unfolded, Ghost Girl remained in the distance, her body nearly invisible as she used her powers. Her presence faded like a shadow, supporting the team without being seen, all while absorbing the confidence the others displayed.
She activated her invisibility and crept toward the remaining criminals. With a quiet breath, she whispered to herself,"I can do this. I am good enough."She'd followed Silver and Reflex's advice, knowing perfection would come with time.
"I'll just copy what they'd do… be precise, not hasty."
When she struck — using her enhanced physical abilities — the impact was impressive. With one swift hit, she took down the last criminal — not just effectively, but so naturally that no one even realized she was there. She had moved with confidence.
Silver approached Ghost Girl.
"Wow, you've improved a lot. That confidence… must've worked out with the boy, huh?" she teased, laughing.
Ghost Girl smiled, dropping her invisibility for a moment.
"Yeah, I followed your advice… and now I get to go to the dance with the guy I like," she said, her smile quiet but proud, as the last criminal was restrained.
In the end, the team had neutralized all the targets, and the chaos quickly faded. Security forces arrived to clean up the scene, and the young team regrouped at the rendezvous point.
Vortex, still impatient, muttered,"That took longer than it should've."
"I knew if we had acted with more precision, it would've been faster," Reflex replied with a faint, satisfied smile.
"But what matters is that we did the job right. Now, pizza?" Silver suggested more casually.
"No way, I've got a test in a few hours," Ghost Girl answered with a soft, confident smile.
As they walked away, they all felt a quiet sense of pride.I did it, Ghost Girl thought. Even as the team's rookie, she knew she had proven herself.
A few minutes later...
Operation Report – GDA
In the GDA operations center, Cecil sat at a desk surrounded by papers and screens, carefully reviewing the mission reports. Donald, ever the pragmatist, stood beside him with a serious expression. Mirage — the young team's trainer — stood in the corner, waiting for the evaluation to begin.
Cecil looked at Donald and Mirage, taking a deep breath. He wasn't one to waste time.
"The mission was a success, but we need to talk performance," Cecil said, his voice carrying its usual weight of authority. "They were quick, but there's still a lot to fine-tune."
Mirage nodded, crossing her arms. Her eyes were on Cecil, but her mind seemed still back at the docks.
"Yes, it was effective. But their focus is off. Atlas, obviously, made it all about himself — again. And Vortex is still impulsive. It's not the first time he acts before thinking. Reflex... well, she's still sharp, but not always fast enough. And Ghost Girl…" Mirage hesitated slightly. "She did better. She was more confident this time. But she still hesitates when it matters."
Donald frowned, watching the footage.
"Ghost Girl's improving. She looks promising."
Cecil turned to Mirage, waiting for a more conclusive answer.
"She's good, but she's still young. Confidence is her biggest hurdle. With time, she'll grow," Mirage replied, clearly proud of the girl's development.
Cecil leaned back in his chair, scanning the reports.
"I think it's time we throw more at them. But Donald — we'll still need to step in if they fall short. Atlas and Vortex need more discipline but they are very strong. Reflex can be the precision model, but she hesitates too much. Let's increase targeted training for them."
Donald nodded, already thinking ahead.
"They need real experience now. I think the testing phase is over. What's coming next won't be as easy as a simple dockside bust," he said, face calm and unreadable.
Cecil gave a short smile and stood, wrapping up the report.
"Then it's settled. We continue the supervision and training. They need to get ready for something more serious. The harbor operation was just the beginning."
Mirage stood too, already preparing to return to the team's training.
"They'll be ready, Cecil. If they get more exposure, they'll learn. They just need to mature — and understand the weight of this job."
Cecil gestured with his hand, signaling the end of the meeting.
"Let's plan the next steps. They have more than just their powers to rely on. It's time they understand the burden that comes with it."
The meeting ended, and everyone left — the GDA moving forward with more intense training for the Young Team.