Wish upon the Stars chapter 311

In the end, Abel was the one to use the Skill crystal. Despite  Callie's interest in trying it and passing on her Balam techniques to  others more easily, Abel was a Master Candidate in Ragam. The martial  art was extremely powerful and dangerous based on what we'd seen from  him, and if we wanted the best possible results from the crystal our  best bet was to  let him do it.

Sadly, since it had been  prepared for Callie, the crystal was only G-rank, and couldn't contain  an Intermediate Skill. Abel was able to imprint only the Beginner rank  insights from his martial arts easily enough though. The more important  factor was that Abel would be around to actually TEACH them Ragam. With  his high standards he was able to help them advance much faster than  Callie could.

"Actually, I always wondered about that." I  couldn't help but interject. "Where did you learn Ragam? It's not the  same style that Mel and Alden use. I'd have figured if you used a  martial art it would be the one your teacher uses. Alden mostly uses a  grappling style that complements his gravity ability, but Ragam seems to  be a striking art based on how you use it. Did you create it yourself?"  I didn't think he had. I remembered Cicero's lackey telling me he used a  powerful art and I was pretty sure he alluded to it being old.

Abel  just laughed. We were all lounging on the steps drinking soda from  Alden's cooler (except Zeke and Alden who were still drinking beer).  "Not even a little." He said in amusement. "I found it in an old book.  It was mostly just exercises and some insights. Only enough to get me to  Beginner, but past that point you really need to make your own way in  any case. Not that some guidance wouldn't have helped but...what are you  gonna do, right? I picked the thing up for a few chits as a kid and  became obsessed with learning it. Alden actually tried to talk me out of  it more than once, but I was a stubborn little bastard."

"Was?"  Muttered the red bearded man. But aloud he said. "I admit I  underestimated you, boy. Even so, you got lucky. That book was a  treasure. Still not sure how it ended up there. Probably some Fate sense  malarkey. That doesn't mean it'll hold up against other geniuses  though. That Spear Legion girl sounds like a legitimate threat to you,  don't go assuming you're unbeatable because you're the biggest bully in a  small playground."

Abel's grin was so feral even the  wolves looked disturbed. "Oh don't you worry old man. Complacency is the  last thing on my mind. I'm so excited for this fight I can't even  sleep. There are so many things I need to test and confirm that no one  close to my level can help me verify. Too strong, too weak, all the same  problem. The chance to pit my Ragam against a true warrior on an equal  footing..." He looked over to Callie. "How early can I face her? I know  the layout of this thing will be team then single elimination but do we  know anything about the lineup?"

Callie snickered at his  childlike enthusiasm. "I've been asking around. As far as I can tell  there will be eight rounds in the team battles, with ten thousand  contestants spanning twenty five hundred teams. Final count with bys and  everything will be forty teams making it to single elimination. Five  rounds of that to pick the top ten. That'll be the main tournament that  will have all the spectators. The thirteen rounds prior will be split up  all over the city and happening all at once mostly, otherwise there  would be no way to get it all done in any reasonable timeframe."

"Thirteen  rounds, and then a top ten elimination tournament." I said excitedly.  "We're working as a team for the first eight at least, so that should  help our chances. personally I can't wait for the five solo rounds. What  are the chances we'll fight each other early into that?" I sucked at  math, so it was more convenient to just as one of the others. Focus made  your brain work better, but mostly at stuff you already used it for.

Benny  surprised me by answering. "Gets higher the longer it goes on, but in  the first round, not that high. Single digit percentages. If you add in  all the other people we know and assume that they'll make it far enough  to be an issue we start seeing much higher chances of running into  someone that could pose a problem. How far you get is a matter of luck  as much as anything. If you run into a Master Candidate first round  you'll be pretty much fucked."

I nodded grimly, but that  reminded me. "Speaking of Master Candidates can't we start looking into  the other teams more? The ones not in Doomtown will be around in Rajak  to feel out right? Cal, do you have a way we could bump into them? I'm  not really a social person but they have like...gala's and stuff to  celebrate big events right? No way they miss the chance to wine and dine  the bigwigs from the more powerful planets in the System right?"

Callie's  face lit up. "Oh! That's a great point! I got so used to thinking about  things from a martial point of view I completely overlooked that we can  go to parties!" Everyone looked at her and she blushed. "I...I like  parties. Big fancy galas were kind of a family thing for my mom and I  when I was younger. They're good memories."

"I'm glad to  hear it." I said with a smile. "Because I know jack and shit about  formal galas. I'll need plenty of help from you, Benny, and anyone else  who we can rope in to be presentable." I looked at my best friend.  "Speaking of being comfortable with formality, is your girlfriend  available for etiquette lessons?"

If there was one person  we knew who would definitely be able to help with political maneuvering,  it was Celine. Callie had learned some of that stuff by necessity  growing up, but Celine was raised for it. From what Benny had told us,  her mother was a high ranking elven official, and even though Celine  wasn't her only child, or even one of the more important ones, she'd  been brought up to be chess piece in that kind of environment.

It  actually bothered Benny a lot. As someone who essentially blew off  every attempt his mother made to force him to play the good little rich  boy, knowing Celine did everything her mother said frustrated him. He'd  confided in me that he wished he could just help her see that it was all  bullshit because she deserved to be happy, but in the end it wasn't his  choice to make. She did what she did, and he cared about her so he was  along for the ride.

As such, my suggestion that we embroil  her in a bunch of political intrigue was met with annoyance, but not  outright rejection. He knew Celine would most likely want to take part,  he just didn't particularly like that I was getting her involved in the  first place. Eventually he sighed. "Fine." He spat. "I'll bring it up  and let you know what she says. But you need to try not get her sucked  into an asssassination plot or something."

"Hey." I said  in protest. "I'm not some kind of magnet for assassins..." I paused.  "Actually, now that I think about it that's fair. I'll make sure we keep  an eye out. Damn, I am a magnet for assassins, when did that happen?  Other Ascendants get into cool fights and punch monsters and I have to  worry about getting backstabbed by crazy cultists. That's unfair as  hell." I complained.

Callie snickered, patting my  shoulder. "Just the price you pay for being awesome. Who told you to be  so good looking and talented." He tone was solemn and sympathetic, but  there was a sparkle of amusement in her eye. "You've attracted the envy  of the universe." I glared at her for a second before her twitching  smirk broke down into peals of laughter. My expression made it worse and  she almost fell off her seat cackling.

"I never mock you  for your pain." I grumbled. But I was smiling too. I was glad to have  friends who would make light of this kind of shit. Otherwise I'd turn  into some angsty edgelord who spent all his time whining. I had fun  being an Ascendant for the most part, and I wanted to keep that going.  It was why I had a team in the first place. Everything was more fun when  you did it with a bunch of friends.

Jessie rolled her  eyes at our antics. "I can help too. My brother took me to a few galas  during our visit here, and when we were younger I got plenty of lessons  on etiquette from Harvest. She's surprisingly socially conscious for a  hermit that lives in the woods and plays with dirt all day."

I  laughed at that harder than I should have probably. Turning to Callie, I  waited for her verdict. As team leader she would be making these calls,  even more so since I knew nothing at all about politics. She was in a  better position to decide who would be allowed to help out. Even my  question about Celine was just a suggestion, though the two of us were  in sync enough that I doubted she would shut it down.

She  seemed to mull it over for a bit before nodding. "Jessie and Celine  helping should be fine. We're going to be in Rajak proper, not some dark  district. Rajak has laws and rules. Even if villains sometimes break  them, none of them will be stupid enough to attack a high ranking  Ascendant gala with most of the Unity leadership there." She grimaced at  that last part, and I knew why, but she forced herself to move on.  "Anyway, the WCP should be sending a delegation too. They're one of the  major organizations on this planet, so they won't miss the fun."

Which  meant Alexander would be there to act as support when she had to deal  with her dad. I hadn't met Midknight yet, and honestly wasn't looking  forward to the experience. My own issues with his behavior aside Callie  wasn't going to have an easy time seeing him after so long. I reached  out to grab her hand. "You can always skip this you know. You don't have  to deal with him."

She shook her head. "No. I'm sick of  letting him control me. Not just directly, but by avoiding him I'm just  giving him more power. I may not be up to his level in terms of ranking  but I'm already strong enough to stand on my own. I'm part of a team and  I'm not afraid of him anymore." She squeezed back, and I felt her fear  and resolve through the bond.

"Alright." I said. "But if  things get too heavy let me know and we can bail. There's no reason to  torture yourself if it's too much. You can always face him again later.  Whatever you need to do." Midknight shouldn't be willing to throw away  his rep by trying anything overt, and even if he did Alexander could  stop him. If he attacked me it would go even worse. Callie deserved the  chance to say her peace in a safe environment and I knew if she didn't  get it she would be bothered by it for a long time.

Knowing  this had gotten too serious, we changed the subject, chatting about all  the potential events and which to go to once we found out when and  where everything would be. We still had a week of relaxing to do, and  plenty of wishing, but nothing said we couldn't be productive and relax.  Who knew what this next week would bring, and then after that...the  tournament would finally begin.