In a world where everyone possesses unique abilities, our class stood out with a remarkable diversity of powers. My own gift was an extraordinary speed, akin to the swift winds of a summer storm. Zico, with his psychic abilities, could manipulate objects with a mere thought, while Tara, despite being powerless, never failed to contribute her infectious enthusiasm. Others in our class had quirks that ranged from transforming into animals—pigs, cows, and even a whimsical cherry bomb that reminded me of the playful universe of *Cookie Run*.

Our journey led us to the heart of the Kempe forest, a place where ancient trees whispered secrets and the air was thick with anticipation. Here, we faced another team in a series of challenges that tested our mettle and creativity. The format was simple yet exhilarating: one by one, members from the opposing team emerged from the shadows, revealing their powers, while we had to counter them with our own. It was a dance of strategy and instinct.

As the first round began, the forest came alive with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of creatures. The initial opponents transformed into animalistic forms—bees buzzing in a frenzy and spiders weaving their intricate webs. Each clash was a spectacle of skill and courage, as we battled through the dense undergrowth.

When the dust settled, and the adrenaline faded, I decided it was time to forge connections with our rivals. I approached a girl who had yet to showcase her ability, hoping to learn more about her potential. She smiled shyly and mentioned that her power was akin to that of a winter witch, drawing from a frosty aura that cloaked her in mystery. Her ability manifested as a deep violet mist that had the power to obscure and confuse. Intrigued, I listened intently, eager to understand more.

Just then, Tara joined us, her curiosity piqued. “Can you teach me about your ability?” she asked enthusiastically. But the girl shook her head, a flicker of insecurity in her eyes. “I don’t want to share; I feel… unworthy,” she admitted, the weight of her feelings palpable.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Tara and suggested we retreat to our cabin later to discuss her powers in a more comfortable setting. Seeking more insights, I approached a little boy nearby. His arms could transform into heavy dumbbells, a quirky yet formidable ability that he demonstrated with childlike pride. “That’s cool!” I exclaimed, recalling the day I’d seen him in action.

Next, I found myself at the doorstep of a strikingly handsome boy with long hair, who seemed to lounge lazily in his room. When I inquired about his powers, he hesitated, clearly uninterested. Determined to draw him out, I unleashed my most charming demeanor, coaxing him until he finally relented. “I can create a skin-like layer that lets me take on the appearance of anyone I touch,” he explained, showing me a peculiar piece of hide. “Why not use a more attractive form?” I teased, to which he shrugged, stating it was functional.

After our day of challenges, we returned to our quarters, tired yet exhilarated. The next morning, our powers were to be evaluated by the faculty. Zico was first called to demonstrate his telekinesis. The instructor presented a large wine glass filled with water, instructing him to move it without spilling. Zico, eager to impress, accidentally shattered the glass, sending water splattering everywhere. “Control, Zico! Freeze the water, but don’t solidify it all!” the teacher advised, the laughter from our classmates ringing through the air.

As the day progressed, Bakugo took his turn, slathering a cream designed to counteract his explosive powers on his calves. His approach was aggressive, drawing multiple corrections from the instructors as they guided him to temper his technique. The rest of us lounged about, some engrossed in their phones, while others watched in anticipation, wondering what extraordinary feats would unfold.

In the heart of that enchanted forest, amidst laughter, mishaps, and the forging of new friendships, we began to uncover not just the depths of our abilities but the bonds that would define our journey together. The adventure was just beginning, and I could feel the excitement tingling in the air.