I don't even need to turn around. My Reaper instincts scream.
Moving faster than a normal human eye can track, I violently twist my body out of the way, reaching out and grabbing Arlo's collar at the same time. I yank him hard to the side.
The boiling soup completely misses us, splashing heavily onto the plastic floor where we were just standing.
"Class 2 is making a move!" an excited voice yells from the crowd.
Students quickly back away, forming a wide circle around us.
A tall, angry-looking guy cracks his knuckles, stepping over the spilled soup to glare at me.
Arlo lowers his voice, warning me quickly. "It's the hidden rule of the Academy. Freshmen have to rank their power levels. The strongest kids in every class will step up to test you. If you are weak, they will beat you unti
