The corridor still vibrates with the murmurs of the scattered students. The air carries the tension of what just happened. Marcus gets up with difficulty, the flushed face of humiliation and contained anger. The crowd still watches, some whispering and laughing at the scene they just witnessed. But then a sound echoes through the corridor - firm, methodical passes. The rhythmic noise of leather shoes clashes with the smooth floor like a clock marking the inevitable.

  A firm and impeccable voice cuts the air:

  Sinclair Director

  - "What the hell is happening here?"

  Silence falls like muffled thunder. Students shut up instantly, making room while an imposing figure advances through the hallway. The director Sinclair, an almost aristocratic presence, stands out among the students. He wears an impeccable dark suit, and his cold, calculating eyes analyze the scene with an almost bored disdain. Her gray hair is perfectly hairstyles, and her posture exudes absolute authority.

  He faces Alexys, then Marcus, and his gaze is a sharp scalpel, devoid of patience.

  Director Sinclair (sharp voice, without lifting the tone)

  - "First day of school and have you already decided to turn the school into a fighting ring? Impressive. Alexys. Marcus. My room. Now."

  Alexys crosses his arms and lets out an exaggerated sigh, but walks without hesitation. She knows she has no choice.

  Passing Ethan, he leans a little and whispers, a glow of entertainment in his eyes.

  Ethan (smiling in singing)

  - "Complicated storms, huh? I liked your presentation."

  Alexys stops, turns his head slowly and smiles sideways, a malicious look dancing in his eyes.

  Alexys (low, provocative)

  - "You haven't seen anything yet, auras boy."

  They exchange glances for a brief moment, like accomplices of a newly used crime. Then Alexys follows the corridor behind Sinclair.

  The director's room is cold, impeccable, organized with surgical accuracy. Symmetrically aligned with glass shelves, a discreet hologram running reports on the university. In the center, a dark, robust table, with the austere shine of those who command everything with iron hands.

  Alexys and Marcus are sitting in leather chairs before Sinclair's table. Ethan, with his arms crossed, is standing at the bottom of the room, clearly having fun with the situation.

  Sinclair slowly walks from side to side, the fingers intertwined behind the back, his eyes meticulously calculating the expressions of the two students in front of him.

  Sinclair Director (low, but heavy -loaded voice)

  - "What exactly goes through your mind? Do you think they are in any school? Do you think they can act as they understand, without consequences?"

  Marcus look away, clencing his fists. Alexys, on the other hand, leans into the chair, crossing his legs, an expression of pure disadvantage on his lips.

  Alexys (casual, smiling sideways)

  - "With all due respect, principal, but I thought it was a superpowers school, not a convent."

  The mood in the room weighs a little more. Marcus widens her eyes, Ethan bites her lip to contain a laugh, and Sinclair just sighs, as if she read with children much more annoying than she should.

  Marcus (snorting, sulky)

  - "She started! It was just a joke and she took it the wrong way."

  Sinlair slowly rotates his head to face it, his sharp look like a sharp blade.

  Sinclair Director (cold, disinterested)

  - "Play? This seems more like a pathetic demonstration of strength. Do you want to be a leader, Marcus? Well, know that leaders don't have to prove they are strong. They are already. And you, Alexys…"

  Alexys raises his challenging eyebrow, waiting for the sermon.

  Sinclair Director (impassive)

  - "… You are exactly the kind of problem that gives me a headache. Tooth too big, control. This is what I demand from you. Absolute control."

  Alexys laughs slightly, leaning forward in the chair.

  Alexys (smiling with malice)

  - "Control? I can create a little hurricane and solve it quickly."

  Sylllair stop and tilt your head slightly to the side, evaluating it. The silence in the room becomes oppressive. So he lets out a small smile - but not fun. It is the smile of a man who has heard every excuse and provocation possible.

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  Sinclair Director (calmly, dangerous)

  - "This sharp tongue will get you in trouble, girl. And when that happens, I hope the hurricane you create is strong enough to get you out of it."

  Alexys does not retreat. Your eyes are locking, a silent challenge. Sinclair holds the look for a few seconds, and then leans on the table.

  Sinclair Director (with authority)

  - "You two will have an official warning. And if you think I'm kidding, I may well have the two of them spend a month cleaning the school bathrooms. With your powers."

  Marcus's face writhing in pure disgust. Alexys lets out a short, fun whistle.

  Alexys (ironic)

  - "And I think my punishment was going to be a sermon on responsibility."

  Sinclair Director (smiling in singing, merciless)

  "Oh, that wasn't a sermon. That was a warning."

  SILENCE. Alexys studies the director for a moment, but realizes that there is nothing else to argue. She gets up, making an exaggerated reverence.

  ALEXYS (BACK)

  - "It was a pleasure, sir. I hope to come back here soon."

  Director Sinclair (arising the eyebrow, challenging)

  - "Oh, you go."

  Alexys gives a dirty smile and walks to the door, Marcus leaving right behind, clearly annoyed. Ethan follows them, throwing a last fun look to Sinclair before closing the door.

  Outside, Alexys releases a low laugh. Ethan walks beside her, with a smile on his lips.

  Ethan (Fun)

  "Well, at least now you're sure you made a memorable first impression."

  Alexys looks at him and shrugged.

  Alexys (smiling aside)

  - "Whether for love or hatred, I always leave a mark."

  Ethan laughs, and they keep walking down the corridor, while the university follows its course. But both know… The storm called Alexys Malone is still just starting.

  University corridors are still hectic with recent confusion. The sound of the steps echoes along the walls, but Alexys walks carefree, as if nothing had happened. The wind around him moves subtly, responding to his presence, lifting his hair and shaking the papers that some students hold. Ethan accompanies her with a discreet smile on her face.

  Ethan (laughing, with hands in his pockets):

  "You really know how to get in the front door, huh? First day and have already scolded the director's official scolding. Impressive."

  Alexys (arising an eyebrow, a naughty smile on his lips):

  -"I would say it was another 'welcome' personalized. If I won't win exemplary student awards, at least I will be remembered."

  They walk a little further, until two students approach. The first is a tall and muscular boy with black skin and a relaxed look. He wears a sports jacket and has a confident floor, as if the world were his playground. Beside him, a red -eyed red -haired girl with a watchful eye, with a serene but firm countenance.

  Jordan (smiling from ear to ear, looking at Alexys):

  - "Dude, I saw what you did to Marcus. Finally someone put that troglodyte in place! I thought no one would have the courage."

  Alexys (crossing his arms, pretending false modesty):

  "Ah, it was just a warm -up. I didn't even have to sweat."

  Ema (looking at Alexys with interest, slightly tilting his head):

  - "You really didn't be afraid of him. Most prefers to avoid confrontation with Marcus."

  Alexys (arising an eyebrow, provocative):

  - "Fear? I have never heard of it."

  Jordan releases a loud laugh, clearly enjoying Alexys's attitude. He takes a step forward and extends his hand.

  Jordan:

  - "Jordan. Super Strength. Athlete. Galler. Specialist in controlled trouble. Oh, and humility is my greatest talent."

  Alexys (squeezing his hand, with a fun smile):

  - "Alexys. Master of the winds. Doctor in sarcasm. Specialist in ending inflated egos. I think we have something in common."

  Jordan (giving a friendly slap on Alexys's shoulder):

  - "definitely."

  He points with his chin to the redhead next door.

  Jordan:

  - "This is Ema. She has a calm way, but make no mistake. If she wants, she can turn this corridor into a jungle in seconds."

  EMA (crossing your arms, a challenging glow in the eyes):

  - "I control the plants. It seems harmless? Just until I decide it is not."

  Alexys (smiling, interested):

  - "Plants, huh? Never underestimate nature. I've seen a root to overthrow whole buildings."

  EMA (with a discreet but confident smile):

  - "Exactly."

  Ethan, who until then only watched, finally gets closer.

  Ethan:

  "Well, since we're sharing talents ... I see Auras. I can see people's essence. It's not as explosive as lifting tornadoes or overthrowing walls, but it has its value."

  Jordan (raising an eyebrow, playful):

  - "Auras? So you basically have a built -in lies detector? My God, I can never play poker with you."

  EMA (laughing):

  - "I'll write down this on the list of 'things to avoid'."

  Alexys crosses his arms and watches the three for a moment, as if evaluated them. So, smiles sideways.

  Alexys:

  "Well, look at us." Valentona, the reader of Auras, the modest brute and the queen of plants. If this is not a peculiar team, I don't know what it is. "

  Jordan puts his arm around Alexys's shoulders, as if they were already old friends.

  Jordan:

  - "I would say we are the team of problems. And with you leading chaos, there is no way we have to make mistakes."

  Alexys (throwing a sharp but fun look):

  - "Chaos? Ah, Jordan ... what you saw was just a light breeze. If you hold on, because I'm the whole hurricane."

  EMA (with a glow in the eyes):

  - "If you need an entire forest to help you, you already know who to call it."

  Ethan (Playing):

  - "Apparently, this storm will only grow. Better to prepare."

  Jordan (opening a challenging smile):

  - "So let the storm come."

  Alexys laughs, feeling that for the first time that day he found allies to the time. The wind around him blows stronger for a moment, as if he responds to his restless spirit. The game at Solaris University was just beginning.

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