Ability Users
Response Bureau Training Center.
"Morris Kent," David Watson said as he looked over the files in his hand. "Ability user. Ability: teleportation. Rating: A. Is this a mistake? We're only a C-rank squad. Why are they sending us an A-rank ability user?"
"I heard the Ability Development Research Center made a breakthrough two months ago. A-rank ability users won't be that remarkable anymore," the instructor beside him said. "In any case, your squad has been short-handed for three months. The magical disaster missions ahead are getting more dangerous by the day. You need reinforcements."
"I'd rather you gave me two D-rank veterans. This guy only awakened his ability last month, and it's the technical type," David said reluctantly. "It's only been a month. He might not even have figured out his own ability yet. I don't want to lead a rookie."
"Bullshit! Who among you wasn't a rookie a year ago?" the instructor cursed. "The first time you ran into a Chimera, didn't you piss your pants in fright?"
"That was ages ago," David Watson said awkwardly. "Stop bringing up that useless crap."
"Ages my ass, it was only a year ago! Enough nonsense. Do you want him or not?" The instructor grew impatient. "Let me tell you, Lucius Malfoy specifically put in a word with me. That's the only reason I got this high-level talent assigned to you."
"Lucius..." David recalled the platinum-haired young wizard he had once teamed up with. "How's he doing now?"
"He's a wizard, core combat personnel, and he's talented besides. I heard he's already become an S-rank Special Investigator and been transferred to headquarters. But he still remembers you. He asked me to pass along a question this time—do you want to go to headquarters?"
"Me? I'm just cannon fodder with a