They were right!
Though he had taken it in his stride he always felt alien amongst them. Every so he would feel under the breath whispers and the suspicious looks pointed at his turned back.
They all had a leaning, a special talent groomed in them from before birth. Each one of them was extraordinary at some one thing and they wore it proudly like a batch. They often matched their particular talent against others of the same leaning.
He was here today with them to cheer their track team’s champion sprinter as she took on an exchange sprinter from Skyla. He had no interest in the contest and was here only because he couldn’t come up with a proper excuse in time to avoid being asked to join the cheer squad shuttle. Yana ran like a rocket and it was most unlikely that the poor chap from Skyla, Abema or something, he had vaguely heard the name mentioned, stood any real chance of matching his leaning with her.
Even though they wore their leaning proudly like a batch it was usually hard to guess what their particular abilities were till they demonstrated them. Some of them, especially the ones with a strong physiological leaning were easier to categorize by the way they looked. ‘Yana the rocket’, as she liked to call herself, had a leaning so strong that it could easily be spotted even by a casual observer.
She was tall, standing almost a foot above a majority of the other women in the academy and her height was mostly in her legs. She had shimmering white golden hair with a beautiful and delicate face, slender arms and a bust to waist ratio to die for. Below the waist however she was like a different person, her slender buttocks grew into large muscular thighs which would have embarrassed even a male professional bodybuilder. Her calves looked like cudgels and tapered into sinewy ankles of steel with her broad feet perpetually in sneakers.
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