They were all rooting for him; all counting on him.<br/><br/>It was strange being away from home, let alone in another country, but this is what he prepared for. There was no going back now; he'd already spent the time to learn Japanese, ace the written exam, and move down here. Besides, his brother told him he could look after things; Apollo was just now reaching the age that Balthazar was when Grandma begun showing the signs of her dementia. This was the only viable means he had of attaining a better life for them all without being hindered by poverty. There was no way he would let this opportunity slip through his fingers.<br/><br/>From the moment they started, Balthazar used his ability to phase through matter to get him away from the rest of the competition. He had deduced that he was far more likely to maximize his results of the practical exam by fighting where others were not; it not only meant a higher concentration of targets, but also less of a chance of butting heads with the other competitors. He had managed to garner a significant tally before the masses spread out enough where he had no choice but to work in the same space as the rest.<br/><br/>As his aura-laden fist broke through the head of one of the robots and sent it packing, he saw that he was working in the space of one of the other prospective students. The blue-skinned girl was sent hurdling forward and onto the ground with a splash that made Balthazar wince. Extending one of his nimble hands out, he offered to help her up with a coy wink,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Might want to reconsider that plan of attack."</span>