Webnovel's Extra: Reincarnated With a Copy Ability-Chapter 160: The Weight of Being Watched

The announcement appeared just after sunrise.

Most students noticed it while they were still half-awake, scrolling through their interface notifications while getting dressed for the morning rotation. It wasn’t marked urgent. It wasn’t even highlighted in red like disciplinary alerts usually were.

But it still pulled attention.

Training Evaluation — Open Observation

That was all it said.

No explanation. No additional instructions.

Just a time and location.

Lucas read the notification twice before lowering his tablet slowly.

"Well," he muttered to himself, "that’s never a good sign."

Across the dorm room, one of his neighbors leaned over the divider between their beds.

"You got it too?"

Lucas held up the tablet.

"Yeah."

The other student grimaced.

"That can’t be normal."

Lucas shrugged.

"At this academy? I’m not sure anything counts as normal."

He finished pulling on his jacket and headed for the door, still thinking about the message.

Open observation.

That phrase bothered him.

Training evaluations usually happened in controlled groups with instructors standing nearby. Sometimes an observer from Oversight watched through the glass above the arena, but those sessions were rarely announced.

This one had been.

Which meant they wanted people to know.

Lucas stepped into the hallway and nearly collided with Raisel.

"Morning," Lucas said.

Raisel lifted his tablet.

"You saw the notice."

Lucas nodded.

"You think this is a test?"

Raisel considered that.

"It’s always a test."

Lucas smiled faintly.

"Fair point."

They walked together toward the dining hall, passing other students who were clearly thinking the same thing. Conversations stayed quiet, but Lucas caught fragments as people moved past.

"Open observation means they’ll be watching directly."

"Probably the senior instructors."

"Or Oversight."

Lucas frowned.

"That’s a lot of pressure for a morning drill."

Raisel shrugged.

"The Triangle likes pressure."

Lucas let out a breath.

"Yeah. I noticed."

The arena filled slowly.

Unlike the training halls used for regular rotations, this one was built like a small amphitheater. A wide circular floor sat at the center with seating rising in tiers around the edges. Most students stood along the lower rows while instructors moved calmly between them.

Lucas and Raisel found a spot near the railing.

"Feels like a show," Lucas murmured.

Raisel nodded slightly.

"Except we’re the performers."

Lucas glanced toward the upper observation deck.

Several figures had already taken their seats behind the glass. Even from this distance Lucas could recognize the posture of Oversight officials.

Dreyden arrived a few minutes later.

Lucas turned toward him.

"Tell me you know what this is."

Dreyden looked around the arena before answering.

"Evaluation."

Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Very helpful."

Dreyden ignored the sarcasm.

"They want to see how people perform under visibility."

Lucas frowned.

"You mean like stage fright?"

"Something like that."

Lucas leaned against the railing.

"Great."

A soft tone echoed through the arena.

Conversations died instantly.

One of the senior instructors stepped into the center of the floor. He was older than most of the staff, with calm movements that carried authority without effort.

"Today’s session is simple," he said.

His voice carried easily across the room.

"You will run mixed-tier formations exactly as you have during the past week."

Lucas felt his shoulders relax slightly.

That sounded manageable.

Then the instructor continued.

"However, this time the process will not be private."

He gestured toward the observation deck above them.

"Your performance will be reviewed in real time."

Lucas muttered under his breath.

"Of course it will."

The instructor clasped his hands behind his back.

"You have spent the last several days adapting to unpredictable rotations. Some of you have adjusted well. Others are still learning."

A faint ripple of nervous laughter moved through the students.

The instructor didn’t smile.

"This evaluation is not about flawless execution."

Lucas blinked.

That wasn’t what he expected to hear.

"It is about decision making."

The instructor’s gaze moved slowly across the room.

"When pressure increases, people reveal their habits."

Lucas shifted his weight.

The phrasing felt deliberate.

"Some of you rush forward."

The instructor paused.

"Some freeze."

Another pause.

"Some adapt."

Lucas glanced at Dreyden.

Dreyden’s expression remained neutral.

The instructor gestured toward the projection floor.

"Teams will be assigned randomly. Each formation will run two cycles."

Lucas groaned quietly.

"Random teams?"

Raisel folded his arms.

"That will be interesting."

Lucas shook his head.

"Interesting is not the word I’d use."

The first teams stepped onto the arena floor a few minutes later.

Projection lines shimmered beneath their feet as the system activated. Hazard arcs rose from the ground, glowing faintly before sweeping toward the formation.

Lucas watched carefully.

The first team handled the pressure well. Their spacing held steady, and the suppressor collapsed the formation at the right moment to shatter the second wave.

Clean execution.

A few murmurs of approval spread through the lower rows.

The second team struggled more.

One of their anchors hesitated during the first wave, forcing the suppressor to compensate earlier than planned. The formation survived, but it looked messy.

Lucas scratched his chin.

"They’re nervous."

Raisel nodded.

"Being watched changes things."

Lucas couldn’t argue with that.

When the third team stepped onto the floor, Lucas recognized two of the students immediately.

One of them was from the formation that had failed earlier that week.

The same student who had admitted their mistake without trying to shift blame.

Lucas leaned forward slightly.

"Let’s see how they handle it."

The hazard arcs rose.

For a moment the formation looked too cautious. Their spacing stayed wider than most teams had used earlier.

Lucas expected them to tighten when the second wave approached.

They didn’t.

Instead they redirected the pressure outward and let the suppressor handle the final collapse.

The arcs shattered cleanly.

Lucas grinned.

"That was smart."

Dreyden nodded once.

"They adjusted their approach."

Lucas leaned back again.

"Guess failure teaches fast."

Time passed quickly after that.

Team after team stepped into the arena. Some performed smoothly. Others stumbled when the pressure shifted unexpectedly.

But Lucas noticed something interesting.

No one panicked.

Even when a formation faltered, the students inside it corrected themselves quickly. The mistakes were smaller now than they had been a week ago.

Lucas crossed his arms thoughtfully.

"They’re improving."

Dreyden didn’t respond immediately.

Lucas glanced at him.

"What?"

Dreyden looked toward the observation deck.

"They’re watching something else."

Lucas followed his gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"Not just success."

Lucas frowned.

"What else is there?"

Dreyden spoke quietly.

"How people react when things go wrong."

Lucas considered that.

He watched another formation run its drill. The suppressor mistimed the collapse slightly, forcing the anchors to adjust mid-wave.

The team recovered without breaking formation.

Lucas nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

That made sense.

Across the arena floor the next group stepped into position.

Lucas felt a flicker of anticipation as he realized something.

Their turn was coming soon.

He rolled his shoulders once, trying to shake off the tension building in his chest.

"Alright," he said quietly.

"What?"

Lucas smiled faintly.

"Guess we’re about to find out what our habits look like."

Dreyden didn’t answer.

But his eyes were already fixed on the arena floor where their formation would stand next.