Brand New

"Maybe I should pass by the construction site… 7:15 am and the assembly was set at 10 am… Okay! It should be fine!" Josh thought as he rode his new bike. He put the straps of his oversized shoulder bag on his shoulders making it look like a weird backpack.

As Josh goes in his way, he took a longing glance at the scenery that he won't see that often anymore. Halifax, the place where the ocean waves got him into. Crystal clear blue sea that fish can even be seen swimming, majestic buildings that have very unique designs, varying sea ships and boats, colorful buildings made of bricks with a stylish touch of light-colored wood, and the food stalls with all kinds of seafood, he will miss all of them.

After about an hour, Josh stopped on a construction site. A muscular man has his hands outstretched and then,

'*Woosh~*Brgghh!*'

Scrap metals suddenly gathered as a huge ball of a mesh formed in front of his arms. Another man with a beard reaching his chest stuck his index finger out and drew scratch patterns on a glass; suddenly, the glass was cut perfectly forming very detailed patterns for a window. Another old man with no shirt on coiled his fist in front of his face making him look like holding an invisible flute. Then, he blew into it making the wet cement instantly dry.

"Uncles!"

"Hmm?" The three middle-aged men recognized the voice and turned their faces.

"Josh!"

"Uncle Muscle! Glad to see your biceps swelling healthily!"

"Haha! These babies are toned to the bones! How about you? Did you get to the academy?"

"Of course! It's not like public schools wherein they don't accept immigrants. It's like a worldwide requirement or something, I guess? That's why there is no tuition fee."

"Ahh, right! I think I'm getting older… I'm forgetting my youth. But, forget about me. Look at you, boy! You are so handsome in those clothes!"

"You think so? Hahaha! Thank you for giving me your spare clothes uncle. I really like this one. Although it's quite big for my size, it is very comfortable and even stylish."

"No worries kiddo. This is the least that I can do for you and the deceased old man."

"Hey! Josh! How's the bike?"

"Uncle Beard, it's all good; feels like brand new to me. Hahaha!"

"Well, I'm the one who fixed that after all." The man with no shirt said.

"Hahaha! Uncle Smell, I'm truly grateful. Also, uncles, thank you for taking care of me all this time. I'm actually on my way to the academy. I promise that I'll see you, uncles, when I have the time. Goodbye!"

After some time that Josh left the area,

"Hey Smell, I really think that we should have at least sent him to a private school… But, my kids aren't even in private school…"

"It's fine Muscle. He grew up splendidly. We also have our families to take care of, and I think he is aware of that. Let's just wish him all the best for now and support him on what we can do."

"Smell is right," Beard said while stroking his beard.