A Challenged Lifestyle

Chapter IV: Unwanted Memories

Nothing was the same for him. All he could do was keep going forward, keep pushing himself. Despite all he's been given, he couldn't quite understand it all. Even now he didn't fully grasp the reality of what he was standing in, what he was embarking on. Sometimes he wished to shrivel up and cease. But none of that could happen as he brought his fist down before a girl, crushing the robot about to hit her. His hand would obliterate the robot, turning it into cool moldable metal. From there he would send the plates and crushed debris of the robot at another down the road. The girl would look with a smile of good tiding, unusual from all the others he ran into. Either they were angry he took their robot, or angry that they had to be helped.

"Thank you!" He would nod, seeing her appreciation across her face. Titus didn't care for others, helping would be his life's goal; even if it meant he didn't make it. That sudden thought made him stop running at a robot, just the thought crushed his own family's hopes. They put so much into him, 11 months and more to make it happen. With a self-hatred brewing he would burst forward and crush the robot with his bare hands. He would begin to act a little more fierce, going about the battlefield covering others and taking out robots on his own. Some would come to see the ferocity he gave some of the robots. Those few being bold enough to stop when they should be focused.

He would hear Present Mic yell up, "Six minutes and two seconds left!" Willing to keep us up with the time. How thoughtful Pros you are. Even though he expected no help from them in the future, he was grateful for the time they let them all know as he made his way around this battlefield. As he had dealt with that one robot for her and the other, Titus would turn hearing that green-haired boy from earlier.

"...not good, not good!" He was admittantly surprised by the boy, seeing him run from a wreck of a robot. So he does have what it takes. Titus didn't know the boy hadn't done anything, all he saw was potential. Anyone he would believe in. They applied, meaning they believed they had a potential no matter where they came from. Watching that green haired boy run was purely amazing, always on the run he seemed. Titus had to focus though, staring two more bots down and rushing into the fight.

Overtime Titus would take down robots, have robots taken down by others, and take down others for the sake of other examinees in danger. Overall it was quite enthralling to feel so strong. Yet as he leaned on the corner of a building, hanging in the alleyway, Titus was breathing hard as he looked down at his hand. He could feel the compression under his skin, how it wished to burst forth and explode. I didn't do my daily routine, such rush from Toshiaki. I'll scold him-! The sudden urge to tell someone for their actions, it made him freeze.

He would look to his hand, watching the sweat glean off his body. He stopped telling others about their actions, he just bottled it up and held it in. It always made his emotions spur, how he struggled with telling someone. Forget it. Simple words, but it helped him move on as he clenched his hand ready to fight some more. Around him, some of the examinees noticed him just leaning against the building. "I didn't think he would be here. So timid around anyone. Even his own work colleagues."

He couldn't hear them, but this was one of the few statements made about him. He once was confronted by year younger peers whom wanted to get to know him. But just like his crew, he kept them an arm length away. He didn't want to know them, get too attached. He was fortunate he could go unnoticed for so long. How much longer, before they find out? How? When? A few of his thoughts, not the least easy to handle over the other. He had to focus himself. Breath in deeply, exhale slowly. four seconds for each, all before the big game changer came to play.

A sudden rumble would shake the ground, debris exploding into the air and clouding everyone's vision. This took place in the center of the battle center. Titus would look around the corner he was leaned on, looking out to the center as a fist collided into the ground. As time went on, Titus heard Present Mic yell once more, "Less than two minutes remaining!" Dust would quickly cloud his view, the new threat bigger and badder than all those around. Must be the zero pointer. That must mean-! He would quickly run into the dust, but as it dispersed he would watch a boy already in the air.