Chapter 6: Hidden Agendas within School Premises
After the new student left, I took a deep breath to calm myself. I didn't want to let my emotions get the best of me. I adjusted my uniform, making sure it was neat and tidy.
A projection of the dean appeared in the middle of the table and chuckled. "Quite a scene you showed me there. I was just teasing you, didn't know you were into young lads," he said with a smirk.
I resisted the urge to lash out and instead maintained my composure. "Dean, please remove any traces of that scene, and I'll let it slide," I said firmly, clenching my fist but keeping it hidden.
The dean coughed, realizing he had crossed a line. He straightened up and changed the topic. "So, what do you think of the new student? Did you notice any changes in his body?" he asked seriously.
I retrieved the report and read it aloud. "His name is Rahu. He's an orphan with no known relatives. He was taken in by an orphanage as an infant, and he's been showing signs of genius from a young age. He's been accelerating through his studies and finished his senior year at the age of 18." I uploaded the information to the dean.
The dean was intrigued and asked about the incident on Rahu's first day of enrollment. I swiped the information plate and read it. "Upon closer investigation, it seems that Rahu's body was fighting the after effects of a purge-door. He has a natural resistance against spiritual attacks, and with proper training, he could become an exceptional shaman vanguard in the military," I explained, closing the file folder and sending the report.
The dean paused for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke up with an idea. "Is it possible to transfer him to the awakened class? I'm sure he would excel there." He seemed genuinely interested in Rahu's potential.
I shook my head. "Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment. Rahu has already been registered in the support class, and changing his status now would cause a commotion. Moreover, we can't reveal that a purge-door broke down due to an ability, as it would lead to Rahu being taken into custody," I explained, pointing out the practical issues.
The dean frowned, disappointed. But then he brightened up with a new suggestion. "How about this? Can we add a new curriculum to our program to nurture students who want to be promoted to the awakened class? It's not too late to implement changes, and Rahu could benefit from it," he proposed with enthusiasm. He also introduced a new device that the GAA funded which shocked me.
As I sat in my car, driving home from the school clinic, I couldn't help but reflect on the situation that had just unfolded. The dean's revelation about the new 'Blood Awakening Chamber' had caught me off guard. It seemed like a drastic measure to agitate the bloodline of students in order to increase their awakening rate and potentially turn them into shamans. It was a far cry from the rigorous training and survival tests I had undergone years ago.
The memories of my own training came flooding back. The injections of blue serum, the harsh weather conditions, and the fights against criminals with shamanic power were still fresh in my mind. It was a grueling process that had left many of my peers crippled or dead. But those of us who had survived had become elite shamans, sought after by powerful organizations or government agencies.
I couldn't help but feel protective towards the student the dean had mentioned. It wasn't like he was important to my mission, whatever that mission was. Yet, I found myself worrying about his safety. Perhaps it was my own experience that had made me empathize with the potential risks and dangers of agitating someone's bloodline artificially.
As I pulled into my driveway, I realized that I needed to do something to ensure the student's well-being. I couldn't just stand by and let the dean's plan unfold without taking action. I decided to dig deeper into the Institute of Advanced Shamanic Technology and the 'Blood Awakening Chamber'. I needed to understand the risks and benefits of this new technology before making any decisions.
Over the next few days, I delved into research, seeking out information on the new spiritual machine and its implications. I reached out to my contacts in the Great Asian Alliance and other organizations to gather as much data as possible. I discovered that the Institute of Advanced Shamanic Technology had indeed developed the 'Blood Awakening Chamber' with funding from the GAA. It had been tested on volunteers who had willingly offered themselves for the experiment.
The results of the tests were mixed. While some volunteers had experienced an increase in their awakening rate and had become awakened shamans, others had suffered adverse effects, including physical and mental instability. There were also concerns about the ethical implications of artificially agitating someone's bloodline without their consent.
Armed with this information, I decided to confront the dean. I scheduled a meeting with him and presented my findings. He listened attentively, but it was clear that he was determined to proceed with his plan. He argued that the benefits of the 'Blood Awakening Chamber' outweighed the risks and that it was a necessary step to strengthen our territory.
I disagreed. I believed that forcing awakening through artificial means was not only unethical but also dangerous. I couldn't condone putting students at risk without their informed consent. I argued for alternative methods, such as improved training and support for those who showed potential as shamans.
After a heated discussion, the dean finally relented. He agreed to reconsider his plan and involve the students in the decision-making process. I was relieved that my concerns had been heard, but I knew that the issue was far from resolved. The 'Blood Awakening Chamber' was still a contentious topic, and its future use would be a matter of ongoing debate and scrutiny.
As I walked out of the dean's office, I realized that my role as a shaman extended beyond just fulfilling my mission. It was also about advocating for the well-being and ethical treatment of those with shamanic potential. I vowed to continue monitoring the situation and to speak out against any misuse of shamanic technology in the future.
As I drove home, I felt a sense of purpose and determination. The flashback that had started it all now seemed like a distant memory. I was no longer just a product of my own awakening.
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