My Ecchi Superpower System

Chapter 48: Chapter 48| Rough Ideas

Zane walked back toward the classroom after leaving Mori’s office.

The corridor had thinned out since the joint session ended. Most students had dispersed. Some toward the cafeteria, some toward the dormitory, a few still lingering outside Mori’s office in the queue that hadn’t fully cleared. The building was running its post-session rhythm like nothing significant had happened in the past twenty four hours.

He pushed through the classroom door.

It was empty.

Maren’s seat was vacant. Her notebook was gone, obviously it would. The chair pushed back slightly the way it always was when she’d left in a hurry. Efficiency extending to exits as much as everything else. He checked the time on his communicator. 11:45 AM. She’d probably headed back to her dorm after the session. Or the training grounds. Or somewhere else entirely that made perfect sense to her and zero sense to anyone watching.

He turned back toward the corridor.

He was halfway down the academic block stairwell when he saw her through the window.

Outside. Near the east side of the academic block. On one of the stone benches that lined the building’s exterior, the ones positioned to catch the late morning sun at this hour. Maren was sitting there alone. Notebook open on her knee. Pen moving in the focused deliberate way she brought to everything worth doing properly.

Still working on it.

He changed direction.

She looked up when his footsteps got close enough to register on the gravel path.

”Hey,” Zane said.

”Hey,” she replied. She glanced at his notebook under his arm. ”You survived Mori?.”

”Barely,” Zane said.

He sat down on the far end of the bench leaving reasonable distance between them. The morning air was doing its thing. Cool, clean, the kind that made sitting outside feel like a decision worth making before the afternoon session pulled everyone back inside.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment. The academic block casting a long shadow across the courtyard. Students moving in the distance between buildings.

Then Zane said,”Hero name. What did you come up with.”

Maren looked at her notebook.

”I won’t tell you,” she said.

”Why not,” Zane said.

”Because I haven’t finalised it,” she said. ”And I don’t want outside opinions before it’s done.” She kept her eyes on the page. ”Outside opinions at this stage just contaminate the process.”

”That’s fair,” Zane said.

”What about yours,” she said.

”Working on it I guess,” Zane said.

She gave him the flat look. The specific one that had been in her repertoire since week two and hadn’t lost any of its precision.

”That’s what you told Mori,” she said.

”It was accurate then,” Zane said. ”Still is.” His expressions giving away his lies.

Maren decided not to push and went back to her notebook. He watched her write something, consider it, cross it out, write something else. The focused efficiency she applied to burst sequence training applied equally to naming apparently. She wasn’t going to put something on a page unless it was worth keeping.

”What direction are you going,” Zane said.

”Speed and precision,” she said without looking up. ”Something that fits the chain activation style.” She paused her pen. ”The name needs to feel like it belongs to someone who ends fights before the opponent finishes processing what happened.”

Zane thought about watching her match against Carter in Round One. Six minutes of controlled precision against someone with stronger raw output. Her opponent burning energy trying to track movement that was always three steps ahead of where he was looking.

”That tracks,” he said.

”What about your outfit,” she said. ”Ideas yet.”

”Rough ones,” Zane said. ”Mori said she already had a design direction from the trial footage. Something built around close range and projection.” He paused. ”She works fast.”

”She told me the same thing,” Maren said. She set her pen down briefly. ”Said she had the perfect design concept for me already. But wouldn’t show me. Just said she’d have a preliminary sketch by the end of the week.”

”She has twenty years of experience apparently,” Zane said. ”Former NSA equipment designer before the academy, I read it in some articles.”

”She’s that old but It shows,” Maren said. ”She watched me for forty seconds in that joint session and already had measurements before I’d sat back down.”

Zane almost smiled.

She picked up her pen again.

”Do you think the name matters,” she said. Not looking up. Just putting it out there the way she put questions out. Directly, without preamble, like she’d been holding it for a while and had decided this was the right moment.

”What do you mean,” Zane said.

”Hero names,” she said. ”Some heroes barely use them. Some build entire identities around them. Nova Steele — that’s a name that does work before she walks into a room. Before anyone’s seen her fight.” She paused. ”Do you think it actually changes anything. Or is it just branding.”

Zane looked at the courtyard.

’The name is the first thing people hear,’ he thought. ’Before they see the Sigil. Before they see the fight. It’s the frame the rest of the identity gets built around. Get the name right and the expectation it creates does half the work before you’ve done anything.’

”It matters,” he said. ”Not because of what it says about what you are. Because of what it makes people expect before they know anything else.”

Maren looked at him.

”Expectation management,” she said.

”Exactly,” Zane said.

She considered that for a moment. The calculating stillness running whatever it ran. Then she wrote something in her notebook. Not crossing it out this time. Just writing it cleanly and leaving it on the page.

Zane watched her from the corner of his eye.

’She’s going to have a good name,’ he thought. ’Whatever it is. It’s going to fit exactly the way she fits everything precisely, without anything wasted.’

They sat in the morning air for another few minutes. Her pen moving occasionally. A breeze crossing the courtyard. The distant sound of students somewhere inside the building running a session that hadn’t been cancelled.

His communicator buzzed. Afternoon session notification. 1:00 PM.

They both checked simultaneously. The specific comedy of two people with the same notification arriving at the same second.

Maren closed her notebook and stood up in one clean movement.

”Hope you come to training tomorrow,” she said.

”6:20 AM,” Zane said. ”Same as always.”

She almost smiled at that. Then picked up her bag and walked back toward the academic block entrance without looking back.

She picked up her bag. Walked back toward the academic block entrance without looking back.

Zane sat on the bench alone for a moment.

Opened his notebook.

Read the three words.

’Expectation management,’ he thought.

He added a fourth word underneath the three.

Closed the notebook.

Stood up.

Afternoon session waiting. Hero name almost there.

Almost.