He walked through the city, having seen a few of those delinquents, but they seems to be getting the idea of who he was by now. He slowly made his way back to the dorms, not even thinking about where he was walking.<br/><br/>He walked onto a small, one way street and was halfway down it when he heard it. It wasn't loud, but there were several of them, and he sighed. Several Skill-Outs must've been following him for a while and he just noticed. He really needed to not think so deeply when he was out here, it could be dangerous if a few of them jumped him while he wasn't paying attention.<br/><br/>He turned around with the intention of seeing some of the Skill-Outs, maybe a couple probably having knives to scare him or maybe a fireball or something random and weak being shot at him. What he saw however, was not what he expected. 4 young men standing there, two with baseball bats, one with chains in his hands, and the one he only actually worried about, was the one with a gun with a small electric field around it and the bullets inside it. He wasn't sure if it was an Esper skill or just mechanical enhancement, considering he could do the same thing.<br/><br/>He saw the man raise the gun at him, and that's when everything went black...<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>His vision returned and he was leaning against a wall in the same road he had been on. He looked at his watch, as was habit now from his blackouts, and he sighed with relief: only fifteen minutes had passed this time. Then he stiffened and remembered, the man with the raised gun, and the others.<br/><br/>He looked towards the street now, and scattered across the spot he remembered them, was all four lying on the ground, a pool of blood seeping around them. He got closer, and saw what he had expected: Ice Needles and razor cuts along them and torn clothes, and cold burns along the ground with some scorches too. He used it, he used it while blacked out.<br/><br/>This was not good. He checked his handgun and mags: no rounds missing, so he hadn't shot them, but still, he had gravely wounded all four, and they'd die if they didn't get help. He clicked a button on his watch, and then started walking back to the dorms in a determined, quick pace, knowing the cops would be there in a short while, which would include some Judgement officers. He didn't want any more dealings with them if he could, no more Judgement, no Black Labs.<br/><br/>He thought about the four men, and hoped they'd all live, but he smiled, a small, wicked smile. It had worked, and beautifully too. He couldn't wait for the next test, he was bound to hit level 4, or be told he was borderline, which would mean the test after that. He was excited, and couldn't wait. He knew he was different, ever since the Labs.<br/><br/>As he approached the dorms, he saw Shirazumi starting to walk in, and he was in such a peculiar mood since the blackout and the results, that he said "Hey Shirazumi, how's it going? You excited for next week and the festival?" He smiled at him, and checked his watch. The light had turned green: The police had found the men and taken them to the hospital.