Arc 2 : Chapter 2 : A new possibility (1)

My mother arrived back home an hour after the doctor left. She reached out to me and hugged me softly.

"Marella we are blessed to have such a son", my father said in order to explain the situation in a meaningful manner.

Silence spread across the room as my mother's eyes narrowed. A woman knows what her man would act like as she was someone who is a guardian for her family and she would always know when a crack appeared on the pillar she protects.

"You checked his core now haven't you", my mother grasped the unusual statement father told.

"More or less yes I did", my father said firmly with slight guilt filled in his voice and added, "He will awaken his powers at age 9".

"Age 9!, It should be 6! What is happening to him", my mother said with a powerful aura flowing out of her when she was trying to hold back because her baby was near.

"He has a really strong core and it is better you check it yourself"

"I won't, I can not dare to do that", my mother replied in a voice that made clear that she was in pain.

"Our son may be an Irregular but he is our son and I am sure he will change this world", my father said with a determined feeling residing in him as got close to my depressed mother.

"W-We can't send him to school until 9", my mother said out of concern towards me as she stepped backwards.

"Do you want to alienate him from the start"

"No I d-don't", my mother was having an internal conflict as she wanted to protect her child while also wanting to give him a happy life she clenched her first tight as tears emerged in her eyes.

Perhaps for a second I remembered a woman on that day as she cried in front of me for her son's death. As she pointed out my worthless self who couldn't protect his own subordinate.

It caught me off guard but I realised it.

I realised my helplessness, I ended up coming back to my same pathetic weak self the only thing that changed was the world but not me.

"I believe in him and I know he can overcome any criticism he gets and can endure it", my father said with so much trust that just hearing him say for some reason made me feel even more guilt. It was like a brick placed on top of my heart.

"Still he is our son", my mother replied.

"Yet I believe he can overcome"

My mother went down on her knees.

"I believe too and I want him to be safe.

Give him a chance", my father said.

My mother after a while nodded.

They took care of me, saved me from boredom. To me, I was glad to have them stay by my side even while knowing I was a liability.

My consciousness started to adapt well as my language skills grew and my brain started to adapt to reading comprehension.

Although most of the time I slept because the memories in my consciousness would cause an overload for my baby brain.

My arms and legs were growing strong so soon I was able to crawl then walk and now run.

In these 4 years since I came to this world I was able to understand the world a bit. My body was now under my control and the folktales I learnt were a great help in gaining a better understanding of this world.

I remember a day when they broadcast some syndicate organization which had destroyed a kingdom's capital city all together as the debris scattered burning in flames it was a horrible state for that place and that was when my father dispatched for rescue.

Till this day I had not felt such fear in my entire life as I prayed for nothing to happen to him since I was the root cause of all inevitable events.

Days passed while my father returned. For once I was relieved that my family had not lost their lives while being involved with me.

I reached 4 years and was sent to kindergarten. I was quite fortunate that this world had the same language and the region I am in is similar to place in my past life. I only came to check on the surroundings and the kids.

Mostly everyone was the same and many became good friends with me because of my interaction skills being better I was able to blend in with them.

Soon I reached 6 years and all of the kids along with me were now in elementary school.

One day, the one kid who used to consider me as his equal was the one to awaken first.

(I still remember that day as a nightmare.) Although the core strength meant the longer duration in awakening, it wasn't the only factor determining the duration.

He got the strongest awakening in the class right now. Then slowly one day after the other everyone in my class gained their awakening and I was the only one left.

My confidence Bled every day as time passed.

Everyone turned their back to me and the kid named Grant who thought of me as his equal once now became their leader.

"Edan what's wrong still wondering when you will awaken", Grant said in a mocking way.

"I know when mine will awaken so piss off and by the way since when have you fallen down and started to fight against people who became weaker than you for the time being"

"Pssh, Time being? You are that confident are ya", Grant said after being annoyed.

"How about we make a bet"

"Bet?", Grant was confused.

"Let's make a bet once I reach age 9, you and me shall have a duel"

"You? Duel?", Grant was confident in himself exactly what I wanted.

"So why not just make the bet are you afraid of losing"

"Tch, No way alright what are the stakes", Grant took the bait.

"Loser admits the winner as his superior"

"There is nothing to gain", Grant said.

"I the one who was your past superior will admit you as my superior"

"Tch, Fine that's a deal and I should stop others from picking a fight with you till you reach age 9 right", Grant said with a sigh.

"YUP"

Haha, I was fortunate that he is immature or else it would have been quite hard to make him take the bait.

I felt heavy as if it was not like myself I was always the weak one what changed?

I trained my body despite the criticism.

The teachers never raised a comment all because of my family background.

I Bled through my knuckles. I broke my leg day after day. All the pain infelt was the only thing relieving me from my depression. It was a hope of me becoming strong one day.

Even If it was a false hope I would still try because I have already lost myself once.

The day came for which I was waiting all along. The day I would reach age 9.

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[tzz*]

[drrrr*]

[swosh*]

My body floated mid air as my bedsheet slid down onto the floor.

Faint light surrounded my body as the surface of energy started to stabilize.

Space around me distorted and a swift aura woke my parents up.

They rushed into my room to only be astonished as my powers awakened.

The rustling sound of the wind passed through me in the form of wind currents.

My father took a look at me with his eyes that changed their color from black to yellowish orange eyes and he was astonished to find out something was odd with me.

"His core its so dense", he exclaimed.

My mother kneeled down in happiness as she was now assured that I would be safe by myself in the future.

This was how I awakened my powers after 9 years the same age when I finally got a good control over my body as my consciousness now was fully being adapted with my soul.

And now all that was left for now was that one duel to be fulfilled after 3 years of waiting.