Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Just Business (Part 7)
Dr. Gadget, standing in his usual hunched posture, tapped his cane lightly on the ground. His visor flickered slightly before his gruff voice echoed through the stadium once more.
"The next to be evaluated... Silverwing."
As soon as his name was called, Silverwing's face lit up with a smile, his perfect teeth catching the light.
He stepped away from the line of candidates, his silver and blue suit also gleaming under the stadium lights as he waved toward the crowd.
His movements were smooth and eye catching, each wave drawing more cheers from his adoring fans. In terms of flashiness and charisma, Silverwing was in a league of his own, being both a talented young hero and a proper celebrity.
He moved with the grace of someone who was used to the attention, used to being in the spotlight.
**Crowd cheers loudly.**
Silverwing spread his wings wide, the metallic feathers glistening in the sunlight. With a powerful leap, he launched himself into the air, his wings beating once before they caught the wind, sending him soaring upward effortlessly.
The crowd gasped in admiration as he twisted midair, his body spinning with both precision and speed.
"And here he goes, folks!" one of the commentators exclaimed, his excitement barely contained. "Silverwing, son of The Silver Guardian, showing off his legendary flight capabilities! Look at that agility!"
The second commentator chimed in, her voice equally thrilled. "He's an A-grade flyer for a reason, folks! Precision, speed, and control all wrapped into one package! Just look at him go!"
Silverwing's wings cut through the air with smooth efficiency, his body darting between the tall pillars and obstacles that had been set up around the stadium for his evaluation.
He moved with the efficiency of a falcon, each twist and turn calculated to maximize his agility.
As he zipped through a narrow space between two towering platforms, he folded his wings in tightly, spinning through the gap with incredible speed before snapping them open again to continue his flight.
**Swoosh!** His wings cut through the air again as he dipped low, almost brushing the ground, before rocketing back into the sky, leaving trails of silver light in his wake.
The fans were loving every moment of it.
Silverwing's eyes gleamed as he glanced back at the crowd, knowing exactly how to work the audience.
He performed a series of flips and rolls, showing off his acrobatic skill in the air. The crowd responded with a deafening cheer, but from the sidelines, Dr. Gadget, Don, and the other candidates watched with calm, unreadable expressions.
Dr. Gadget stood with his arms crossed, his visor flickering as it tracked Silverwing's movements. He gave a small nod but remained largely unimpressed, his sharp eyes focusing on the precision of each maneuver rather than the flashiness of the display.
Don, for his part, stood with his hands loosely at his sides, watching Silverwing's evaluation with mild interest. 'Impressive skill,' he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as Silverwing executed yet another complex aerial twist. 'But it feels more like a performance than anything else.'
Starboy, meanwhile, wasn't even bothering to watch his rival's performance. He stood with his arms crossed tightly, occasionally glancing in Don's direction from the corner of his eye, his jaw clenched.
The anger that radiated from him was noticeable to anyone nearby, but Don chose to ignore the glares, refusing to give Starboy any satisfaction.
Instead, his attention shifted briefly to Frostbite, who stood a few feet away, her icy blue eyes watching the evaluation with a calm, almost detached expression.
'Let's not stare too long,' Don reminded himself with a mental smirk. 'I'm on television right now.'
Silverwing, oblivious to the lack of enthusiasm from his fellow candidates, was finishing up his display with a grand finale.
He flew up high, and then, with a sudden burst of speed, he dove straight down toward the ground.
Just when it seemed like he might crash, he folded his wings back tightly against his body and spun into a dizzying corkscrew, cutting through the air with a high-pitched **whoosh** that echoed across the stadium.
At the very last second, he spread his wings wide, stopping his descent just inches from the ground, before landing softly and gracefully on the platform.
**Crowd explodes in cheers and applause.**
The stadium went wild, fans leaping to their feet as they clapped and cheered. The commentators were equally excited, their voices booming through the speakers.
"Incredible!" the first commentator shouted. "What a finish! Silverwing with one of the cleanest, most precise aerial maneuvers we've ever seen during an evaluation!"
The second commentator quickly added, "That corkscrew dive was nothing short of breathtaking! His control over his flight is flawless! This kid is a natural!"
Meanwhile, in the livestream chatrooms, fans of Silverwing were just as enthusiastic, also this lead to clashes with fans of Starboy:
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**Delaygram:**
**@StarLoyal**: "Silverwing's out here flapping like a pigeon in the park. Meanwhile, Starboy could actually hold his own in a fight π₯."
**@SilverSoars**: "@StarLoyal Hold his own? Bruh, your boy got knocked into next week. At least Silverwing's not auditioning for *Planet Earth* π."
**@NeutralObserver21**: "@StarLoyal @SilverSoars Neither of them are holding their own when they're both one gust of wind away from a wardrobe malfunction π."
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**@FlyingHighSilver**: "At least my boy Silverwing doesn't need his hair brushed after every punch. Starboy? Not so much π ."
**@StarPower99**: "@FlyingHighSilver Yeah, but can Silverwing even fight, or does he just hover like a drone? He's all flash, no smash β‘."
**@Neutral_Thoughts**: "@StarPower99 Flash? Smash? More like *who wore it shinier*βthey both look like rejected action figures from the bargain bin π."
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**@SilverSurge**: "Look at that precision! Silverwing glides like he's on air. Starboy probably needs a GPS just to find his way back after that punch π¬οΈ."
**@StarboyFanatic69**: "@SilverSurge At least Starboy *tries* to fight, not just dance in the air like a ballroom dancer. He's a hero, not a Cirque du Soleil audition πͺ."
**@SarcasmOverload**: "Meanwhile, I'm just here wondering if their suits came with extra glitter packs, because boy, they're SPARKLING β¨."
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**@SilverWingsForLife**: "You see that landing? Graceful! Starboy fans could never relate. Their boy lands like a sack of potatoes."
**@StarbrightSuperfan**: "@SilverWingsForLife Graceful? More like *useless*. Starboy's at least out here actually punching, not fluttering around like Tinkerbell π§ββοΈ."
**@MrNeutral12**: "Can't tell if this is an evaluation or a fashion show. Either way, both of 'em are overdressed for a fight π¬."
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**@SilverWinsEveryTime**: "Silverwing: Flawless flight. Starboy: Flawless flop. Need I say more? π€·ββοΈ"
**@StarSuperior69**: "@SilverWinsEveryTime Silverwing's just showing off cuz he knows if he actually fought, it'd be game over. We're here for heroes, not acrobats π₯΄."
**@NeutralFan69**: "@SilverWinsEveryTime Let's be realβboth of them would lose to a stiff breeze if we weren't paying for this circus π€‘."
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**@WingItSilver**: "Silverwing's flying like a pro while Starboy's still picking dust out of his hair from earlier. Who's the real star here? π"
**@RideOrDieForStarboy**: "@WingItSilver Flying's cute until someone hits you. Then what? Starboy wouldn't waste time doing loop-de-loops in the sky π€‘."
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**@SilverStreaked**: "Silverwing's suit is shining brighter than Starboy's career right now. Dude's out here looking like a walking L π."
**@StarfighterX**: "All that sparkle for Silverwing and still zero punches thrown. Is he trying to blind us with his wings? πΆοΈ"
**@ObjectiveViewer2024**: "@SilverStreaked @StarfighterX They both look like they bought their costumes from a superhero *clearance rack*. No offense π."
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**@WingedWonder84**: "Silverwing doesn't even need to fight to win. Starboy's already lost...twice. At least my guy's perfect ποΈ."
**@StarPowered4Life**: "Yeah, he's perfect...if you're looking for someone to perform at your next birthday party. Starboy would actually get the job done π."
**@StillNotImpressed**: "Both of y'all need to chill. No one's 'perfect' when they're dressed like disco balls πΏ."
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As the applause finally began to die down, Silverwing walked back to the line of candidates, his head held high.
His wings folded neatly against his back as he approached Starboy with a confident smile playing on his lips. Without missing a beat, he glanced at Starboy and said, "Try to beat that, Timothy."
Starboy's face twitched with barely contained rage, but before he could respond, Silverwing turned his gaze to Don. His smile didn't falter, but this time, he said nothing. Instead, he simply glanced at Don with an almost calculating look in his eyes.
Don met Silverwing's gaze without reacting, his face remaining neutral. 'Great,' Don thought, watching as Silverwing rejoined the lineup. 'There's two of them.'
He could already sense that Silverwing was different from Starboy. While Starboy was driven by arrogance and pride, Silverwing was far more subtle. 'This one's less arrogant and more cunning. Definitely the one to keep an eye on. And if we're talking pure skill... he's got me beat.'
Don took a moment to observe the way Silverwing moved, how he carried himself with ease. The kid was talentedβthere was no denying that. But Don's instincts told him there was more to Silverwing than just his aerial prowess.
Dr. Gadget, who had been watching the entire display without much change in his expression, finally stepped forward, his cane tapping softly on the ground as he moved. His visor flickered once more as he processed the data from Silverwing's performance.
"Silverwing," Dr. Gadget began, his voice calm and steady, "your skill in the air is... impressive. Precision, control, and an undeniable sense of showmanship."
Silverwing gave a small, respectful bow in response, his smile firm.
"But," Dr. Gadget continued, his tone sharpening ever so slightly, "while I commend your execution, it's clear that your performance was designed for flashiness rather than efficiency. You don't need me to tell you which of those two is more important in the real world."
The crowd murmured softly, some of the cheers dying down as they took in the criticism. Silverwing, however, remained perfectly composed, nodding in agreement with a warm, almost gracious smile. "Of course, sir," he said simply, his tone respectful.
From the corner of his eye, Don noticed Starboy smirking as Silverwing was criticized, clearly relishing the moment.
But when Starboy turned to mock his rival, he found Silverwing standing tall, his posture relaxed and accepting of the feedback. The calm smile never left Silverwing's face. The sight made Starboy's smirk falter, his frown deepening as he turned his gaze away.
Dr. Gadget, satisfied with Silverwing's response, nodded briefly before turning to the next candidate.
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