Psychic Training
Its currently around 1 pm in the afternoon, and the waning rays of the sun are slowly peeking through the gaps between the curtains in the bedroom of young Gary in the Oak Residence. The sunrays are illuminating a funny sight of a child sitting cross-legged on the bed and at two hands distance from him is an aged Alakazam floating silently like a master instructing his prized student.
But to the six year old potential psychic, the situation was anything but funny. The slight shaking of his shoulders, widening of his eyes and the clenching of his fists could be attributed to both fear and excitement at the terrifying pure psychic power radiating from the majestic pokemon.
The situation is seemingly providing a sense of amusement to the old cougar. The twitching of his gigantic pair of mustaches would be hilarious to anybody but to the kid in front of him.
(Focus, young hatchling. External stimuli has again and again proved to be the best for awakening.)
'Bullshit, who the hell said that! I am literally dying here.'
Immediately he feels a little slap behind his head.
(Clear your mind. Psychic power is nothing but a state of mind.)
(Humankind take decisions based on what they call instinct, do you recall? Make a guess on its reality.)
A quick nod of his head expressed his consent.
"Our innate psychic power.....?"
(Correct, more specifically every 'living' being possess some amount of psychic power for the functioning of their mind. Prenomination is a branch of psychic and instinct is nothing but the occasional activation of that branch of psychic power.)
A look of realization dawned on the face of th 25 year old transmigrator. As if being enlightened, a seemingly endless force burst out from Gary, causing the entire house to shake. But the pressure was instantly suppressed by Alakazam and it disappeared as if it was a momentary illusion.
The perpetrator of this incident was completely unaware of what was happening as he could vaguely see a mesmerizing web in front of him consisting a rainbow of threads.
As he was about to approach the threads, he felt an unimaginable amount of force pushing him backwards and he was simultaneously thrust out of the place.
(How do you feel now?)
As if in a trance, he spoke his mind without a thought." The sight was mesmerizing."
The reaction from Alakazam was one of a kind.
(What! You saw the web!??)
"Yes, it was vague. As I tried to reach it, I was instantly thrust out", came a frustrated sigh from the kid.
The psychic type heaved a sigh of relief and acted mysteriously on purpose.
(Who is currently the most talented psychic?)
Being up to date with the current turn of events, the kid with a soul of an adult puffed out his chest as if proud of having the knowledge, replied in an instant, "Sabrina, the trainee gym leader of Saffron City."
(Correct, that little hatchling is currently 14 years old. The web you saw is the amalgamation of a psychic's powers. It is shaped like an uneven sphete of colourful threads. When that girl awakened her powers, her consciousness was already inside the web. After her, you are the first person to spot the web on awakening.)
But the ambitious one was not satisfied with the second best. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and vowed to be the best.
As if feeling his state of mind, Alakazam eased his worries.
(Potential and talent will only push you to a certain limit. To be the best, it will be the test of your diligence and determination. After all, hardwork will always defeat talent if talent does not work hard.)
"What will I do now?"
(You must choose your path. What do you want, material powers or the arcane powers of divination.)
The question came as an unexpected surprise to Gary. He was unable to feel the relation of the two paths to his training.
(For a divination expert, it is necessary to increase the visual clarity of the web until every thread becomes vivid and lifelike. Divination experts study these threads and bring light upon future events.
For a telekinesis master, it is required for them to feel the web with their tangible feelers. In case of humans, their limbs. The better you can feel the threads, the more will be the raw amount of telekinetic psyschic power will be available to you.)
The confounding question immediately cleared up to him. Still he was unable to decide, what path he would advance upon.
(No need to get worked up, take your time. You have one sun cycle to decide. Tomorrow at the start of your training, I will hear your view on the topic. Today we will end here.)
As he exited the Residence, he turned around and took in the sight of the house, that will be his permanent residence until the start of his journey.
The villa was not too luxurious, but it was definitely among the top of the upper class.
Long Victorian style windows adorned the walls. The villa had 3 exits. One directly led to the door of the inner lab, one served as the backdoor and the last one being the main entrance. The house in entirety had 4 remaining bedrooms excluding the 3 bedrooms occupied by Gary, his Gramps and the silent Alice. One of the empty rooms was of his sister Daisy and another was the guest room which was rarely occupied as they hardly received any guests in accordance to his memory.
Under the rays of the setting sun, the villa produced a mesmerizing sight.
Turning around, he slowly traversed towards his grandfather's outer lab. As he walked, he pondered over and slowly tried to digest his last two days in this amazing world. The two days has washed like a hurricane over him.
The setting sun in the backgound truly marked the end of the day.
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At night 12:30 am :-
Gary suddenly felt something outside his window. He woke up and cautiously opened the window. But he saw nothing and the whistling of the wind announced the lonely nature of the surroundings. Considering it as a whim of his mind, he closed the window as tge tirednes of the day sent him to the dreamlands.
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Meanwhile in the master bedroom:-
There was a slight rapping on the door. As the door opened, the professor came face to face with a dark silhouette.
But as if he was expecting the person, the professor simply asked, "Any emergency?"
"Two outside the young master's bedroom, possessed dark aura, taken care off", came a cold and swift reply of a woman's voice.
A slight smirk formed on the Professor's reply but dispersed in a fraction of a second.
"Ok, you can go."
Then the aged man took seat in his favourite recliner and sat still and immersed himself in deep thought.
The moonlight pierced through the window pane and fell on his face illuminating half of his face. The recliner swung silently backforth playing a game of light and shadow on his face.
If someone then had seen the professor, the chill radiating from his piercing eyes would remind them of a living hell.
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END OF CHAPTER
A/N: Here's the chapter. Tomorrow is the last practical exam of this semester of my college. So, I am hoping that I will post regularly from tomorrow.