Following Taze through the hallways we stopped in front of a door etched with dark runes that pulsated with immense power.
"So you gonna tell me where the hell we at right now?" I asked confused about where this guy was even taking me.
Taze sighed and shook his head, "What am I going to do with you? I swear you're going to give me nothing but trouble in the future," He lamented and swung his eyes toward me, "Dior, do you know your parents?" He asked.
"No. I don't" I answered deadpan, "Why does it matter? Is it supposed to change anything?"
"No, I was just wondering." He explained and narrowed his eyes, "You have dark skin but based on your features it seems that you also have some Asian mixed in you as well, most likely Japanese. A Blasian superhuman, haven't seen those in a while."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise at his analysis but then again, he's a psychic, a high-grade one as well.
No one was ever able to tell my ethnicity correctly. They always thought I was just black but then again I'm only like ten years old so even with the increased development of children in this generation it still wasn't enough for one to tell what they were at such a young age even when they became superhumans.
I had no clue who my parents were, in fact, nobody knew who they were but based on the fact that I was a feeble mortal before I used up whatever luck I had saved up and awakened with an S-Grade awakening potion its safe to guess that they were humans as well. After all even if one of my parents was a superhuman no matter how weak they were I should've inherited the super gene at least.
"So what if I'm Blasian? That shouldn't be a reason for you to stare at me this hard, as far as I know, ethnicity means nothing. So what are you really looking at me like that for then? It's creeping me the hell out." I complained, feeling my skin crawl and soul shudder from Taze's seemingly omnipresent eyes.
"Your hair, and eyes as well. I've seen rare combinations but never golden hair and violet eyes." He examined in a cold tone, "Is that your natural hair and eyes color or you're wearing a disguise? Are you a fed? Cause if so I'll kill you right now but not before I torture your soul and leave as nothing more than a broken toy to be played with by a few pedos."
Anger flared in my heart and I went off on Taze, "Do I look like a fucking fed to you? No seriously, ask yourself that question real quick. I'm ten damn years old from the trenches of Zone 2 do you really think that the feds really give a damn about what's going on over there?"
Before he could even form a response I continued, "In addition aren't you a psychic? I heard you guys can tell if someone is lying to you just by gazing at their soul and based on how I feel a soul-piercing gaze every time you look at me before you ask me a personal question it's clear that you've been doing it. So what gives?" I pressured.
While I seemed confident I was actually very scared to the point I could feel as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest. I was also feeling light-headed from all the panic I was feeling.
I was actually fearful that my hair and eyes would draw the wrong type of attention. While unusual hair and eye color weren't a big deal ever since superhumans were first introduced there were still a certain few combinations that would draw attention from certain people.
Superhumans who drink an awakening potion will experience some mutations in them and that chance only increases the higher the grade, some are permanent while some are temporary, while I had no idea if mines would be permanent. it's too early to tell so I can only wait and see in the future.
Let's hope that it's temporary though. If Taze is this inquisitive from my features then who knows what others will do. That's especially so for the well-informed, Taze is only doing this because he thinks I'm an undercover fed, if the heads or high-ranked lieutenant of the gangs or god forbid a corpo-rat sees me then I'm afraid it'll be wraps for me.
Taze chuckled in reaction to my outburst, "Nothing. Was just testing you to make sure you weren't a fed. Can't be too sure of anything these days." He answered and walked towards the door that slid to the left open automatically, "Anyways, it's time for you to go on a drill."
A drill? The hell's a drill?
Pushing my questions down my throat for now I followed Taze through the door only to be pushed down to my knees by an insurmountable pressure that was caused by multiple auras that seemed to specifically target me as soon as I walked into the room since Taze was standing perfectly fine as if he wasn't affected at all.
Lifting my head I was able to look at the five people who were asserting their pointless dominance over me, they were each seated at their own table and were dressed in high-quality clothing and the way they were looking at me was very clear.
They looked at me, not with disdain or disgust. In fact, they weren't even looking at me at all, they were all looking at Taze, their auras were naturally oppressing me.
These pricks weren't even acknowledging my existence. I was that irrelevant to them.
With such embarrassment and irritation bubbling up in my soul I took a deep breath and shook my head to calm myself down.
Crashing out would only make things worse, after all, I'm too weak to do anything honestly. Losing control of myself would only lead to further embarrassment.
Taze made a half bow to the five people in the room, "What's up guys? This is Dior Siru, a prospect that I'm taking under my wing currently. He's going to go on his first drill. You guys have anyone that needs to be killed?"