Nathaniel walked out of the first floor lobby with a wrinkle in his brow as he weighed his options. He could rule out the race immediately. And while he wasn't a bad swimmer, he also wasn't great at it either. That really just left the athletics and the talent show.

Nathaniel had always been fairly limber, and he had been getting some physical conditioning with Brad. Still, acrobatics seemed way out of Nathaniel's league. In the controlled environment of an Action Field and with Solid Vision assistance, then maybe. But there was no way Nathaniel could just do that by himself.

So that only really left him with the talent show, although even then, Nathaniel still felt himself with a sense of dread. He remembered back to his embarrassing display during his placement duel. Getting in front of those same people again and performing for them did not distill him with any sense of confidence. Still, it was his only realistic option. Perhaps he could just go with something low-key. His mother had taught him the piano. Maybe heading to the music venue would be a good starting point. 

With that, Nathaniel headed into the elevator and rode up to floor 3.