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Feed the EGO

In a world where everyone lives an everyday life, some have mastered the art of spirit manifestation. Separated from society is a school where kids with the talent to manifest these superpowers go. But the school holds secrets many seek. After the arrival of some new kids, the atmosphere becomes more chaotic. Mirik is a student of this abnormal school who finds out that his uncle died at the hands of an organization, that sets him on to get on a revenge spree. But his path is a one full of thorns and difficulties. .................................................................................. Support links: kofi- https://ko-fi.com/yourcure paypal- imdimri21@gmail.com

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ch 48- Better now

Mirik's POV-

I left the auditorium and went straight to the teacher's common room. There was only one teacher there, sipping her tea and reading a book. I asked her for a participation form and fill it out.

Handing it back to her I left and went straight towards the bus stop. The old me would have never taken a bus to go home but now every second was important to me. Looking at the kids fighting in the arena had taught me one thing.

I was underestimating them. I had never seen anyone fight before as the school prohibited fighting on school premises. Because I never took part in the tournaments I always thought that they were not that great.

I thought I was never bullied or anything because they thought I was strong but in reality, they were just thinking I was not worth their time.

The looks I thought were because they were afraid of me were just of disdain. I was always feeding my ego.

I reached home and threw my bag on the side. I took out the baton and started swinging and thrusting with it. I was training but my mind was somewhere else.

I stopped and put down the baton. I sat down in a meditating position and started meditating.

I thought about what my uncle had said. He was always right. I lost last time because I took it on my ego that I lost to someone. Who am I? A God?

Is everything supposed to be going by my accord? Why am I afraid of losing? I might be talented but what's the use of this talent when it goes nowhere.

I always learned everything quickly since I was just a kid. Everybody always praised me. Uncle used to say that my imagination was scary sometimes and he was right.

My imagination turned me the way I am. A kid who looks down on everyone. Who thinks that he is strong when he has just won once or twice in his entire life. I had more losses than wins, which made me think I was a big shot.

Tears came out of my eyes as I went on and on. It was sad the state I was in but it was the truth. Now that I was able to embrace my insecurity I felt a bit better than before.

Meditating felt good I didn't want to stop anymore. I kept sitting still, an orb floating above my head. I didn't notice at that time but something was going on inside my body.

Time flew away. But I was still sitting in the same position. Days went by but I didn't budge.

Finally, I opened my eyes. I tried standing up but my legs had gone numb. My head was feeling dizzy so I just lay down on the ground and soon drifted away into sleep.

The next time I opened my eyes my body felt refreshed and my mind was clear. All the negative thoughts had gone and only good things came to my mind.

I checked my phone to see the time and I was surprised. Only one day was left until the competition started.