Miles and miles away from the Headon Organization, a twenty-one-year-old man
was climbing a mountain in the heart of the Rockies.
SCRAPE. SCRAPE. The man pulled himself up to a very
narrow ledge. Then he saw a step not too far away. He leaped up to it, but it was only big enough for one foot, so he stood
balancing on his one foot.
The man glanced around, looking for any kind of foothold.
"Hmm," he thought. "This won't be easy. But maybe if
I jump and grab onto that pointed ledge above me with my hands, then carefully work my way aruond to the other side, drop
onto that small platform over there, and finally climb up onto the ledge and continue on... yeah. That would work." His cold,
calculating blue eyes analyzed his entire surroundings. Finally, after carefully looking for all other options, he set to
work. He leaped with all his might and caught the ledge far above him with a bare hand.
See, this man was no ordinary man - he was rock climbing
without cables, ropes, or supplies. And he was planning to try out for a very important military that was holding a draft
very soon: the Ub Military in western Texas, where Xelonite the Great is hiding.
The young man gradually worked his hands along the
ledge, suspending himself over a thousand-foot drop. He moved around it to the other side. His muscles were straining from
the effort.
This is great training, he thought as he calmly worked his
way around the ledge. Soon, I'm gonna get into the Ub Military. I will qualify as one of the top five pilots. He moved along
the pointed ledge farther.
He was halfway there when his grip slipped. He almost
fell to his death, but with all his effort, grasped the ledge and continued moving.
The man looked down with his cold blue eyes. The
ledge was not fully underneath him yet.
"Got... to... go on..." he gasped. He slowly but surely
moved closer to the ledge underneath him. Eventually, he was close enough that he could drop. Feeling exhausted from the effort
that had required, he dropped, took a quick breath, and quickly jumped up to the top of the ledge. Standing up, he looked
around.
"Okay, where to?" he asked himself breathlessly. "There's
a slope there that I could get to, but once I get there, I'd be trapped, and that would be the end of me. And...
I could take that step up... no, I'd fall off. It's too small. Ah. I can climb this wall to the top of the mountain. It won't
be easy, but it's worth a try." He leaped to the wall and latched himself onto it, steadying his feet on the rocks jutting
out from it. Firmly, he pulled himself upward.
"I'll definitely make it into the military if I survive
this," he muttered. "This is worthy of Xelonite's skill." After climbing the rock wall straight up for ten minutes, he reached
the top at last, breathing hard.
"Damn, that was tough," he said, breathing hard. "But
I won't stop there. I will train all across the Rockies and build my strength. I will practice my skills at the Romes' house
in the Rockies. I will be the next Xelonite Tarman. I am Jeff Saladar, the greatest in all of Canada! And I will be the top
pilot for the Ub Military!"
