Right now, we're in a completely different section of the hall—one I didn't even notice earlier. As luck would have it, things aren't going my way. Somehow, I've already attracted attention. Not the good kind, either. It's the "biggest loser in the room" kind of attention. Only now do I realize how badly I've messed up by standing out in all the wrong ways instead of blending in like an average Joe.
Mr. Aji and the other trainers are busy scrutinizing something on their tablets. But my attention drifts elsewhere—to a part of the hall dominated by massive, robotic-looking machines. Each has a single claw arm dropping a round leather ball, reminding me of the strength-testing machines we used to play with at the arcade back on Earth when I was a kid.
Just like before, we're ordered to line up—five rows in total, one for each machine.
