Touren's Impatience

The Infantry. The only defense standing between the Oasis and outside forces. Touren stood there as he was assigned to his new instructor; a man named Alfred, slim body and quick on his feet, who looked more than an easy target to Touren.

"So, what are we fighting against that we need a military unit?" Touren stood on a ledge that could lead to quick death. The building they rested in was called the barracks, it was on the outside of the walls hidden by the trees.

"No one told you?" Alfred set his paperwork on his desk aside. Moving closer to the window. "You see the city? Then there's that mountain. Just past the city, going east, is another camp. And to the north is a camp allied to them. They're the Engauge followers while we are the Arcana followers. Honestly, I don't know why we fight them, but our religious order demands it. Without the Arcana order, our camp wouldn't have the morale to stand in this world." His tattered clothes and hair that wreaked of oil reminded Touren of his father. A mechanic, never letting a single hour waste. If he had time to work on a car, he was working on a car. He had a simple ideal, 'Time is fragile, so don't waste it'.

"We're supposed to kill other humans? What about those 'Chimera' things?" Jumping off the ledge, into the room, Touren grabbed his sword. Taking a close look, the blade was already becoming dull.

Alfred's lack of sleep was visible as he slid a whiteboard out of a closed space in the wall. "That's the covert's job. Or atleast to keep them occupied. There's no way to kill it, unless you have the captains stupid ability. But even if, his ability is incredibly sloppy with the special metal they're made of." The white board contained every route they would need to avoid the Chimera's and even had the question of why they were there in the first place. The math equations that filled the board were indescribable to someone like Touren. It looked like someone decided to throw scribbles on the board.

"And those abilities? What are they?" Touren felt out of place asking so many questions, but he felt it was necessary to get his answers.

Alfred grabbed a vial filled with a purple liquid from his desk drawer. "This is a highly radioactive isotope." He stashed it into his coat. "I'll give it to you when you're ready." Alfred sat back down.

It had been three days since the ceremony. Touren was shown the insides and out of the infantry headquarters. The small circular fortress was the only line of defense of the Oasis between it and the city. Touren's impatience destroyed him, 'he was always slash first, then talk'.

After another hour of standing around in the office, Alfred stood up leaving his paperwork on the desk. "Alright kid, let's go. I can see your itching for some training." Touren's frequent pacing around the room and occasionally sneaking a glimpse at his sword became a pet peeve of Alfred's.

"You mean it?" Touren was already halfway out the door with his sword.

"You're taking the door?" Alfred jumped off the balcony making a perfect landing on the ground. The balcony was fifteen feet off the ground. Touren ran over to the ledge, witnessing the superhuman ability. "Until you can do that, the isotype will be beyond your reach." Alfred started walking away. "Now come on, I have a perfect training spot for you."

Just beyond the tree's to the north; large ravines split the land. "Every minute, a burst of air will be released from the hollowing ravines. I want you to master its current. Until you do that, do not bother coming back to the lodge. Now good luck newbie." Alfred left Touren at the ravines knowing that mastering the currents of the treacherous backstabbing wind was impossible to do in a single day. Regardless, he wanted the boy to learn the way he did. As his instructor would always tell Alfred, 'Impatience is a deadly sin in a world so small'.

Touren stood at the edge of the ravine staring into the prison's innards. "It's just wind-" His words were sucked from his body. The immense wind pressure pushed from the ravine, pressed Touren back a few feet. The wind became visible disappearing in the sky as the pressure slowly dropped.

After helping himself back up from the ground, Touren retracted his past statement. "This isn't just wind. It's a storm." Trying to time it perfectly; Touren jumped into the ravine. His timing was off, but he still managed to get picked up by the current. Touren jumped out of the current as soon as he broke the surface. He still didn't understand how to land himself successfully without injuring himself.

"Every storm has a calm eye." Thoughts about tornadoes and hurricanes spiraled around his mind compiling crucial evidence that he would have to find the calm eye. Sitting down, Touren scratched his chin as he thought everything through. "No, not every storm has a calm eye. Lightning storms have a calm edge. But what exactly does that have to do with landing on your feet? Maybe if, hmm. Maybe if I can somehow use the wind pressure to break my fall. No. The wind pressure is too strong. Is there a moment where the laws of physics can break in this prison maybe? No. That doesn't sound realistic at all either." Touren stopped talking. His brain stopped on the word 'realistic'. "What is realistic? This prison is most definitely not realistic. Then, thinking inside the box is too 'realistic'. I need to think on the outside." Touren smirked.

Placing himself on the edge of the ravine this time, he had no doubts. His impatient being had to go through with it. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Go. He jumped in on his count, reaching the maximum speed he could; diving head first. Ten. At the tenth second, Touren swapped his position; now facing his feet towards the ground. The wind picked up; regardless of how fast Touren could go, the pressure was enough to ignore gravity. Touren flew up into the air, jumping out around ten feet to ensure that if he didn't succeed, it would only end in a broken ankle.

"Propel!" Outside of the stream; Touren flipped, aiming his hands at the ground which released a shockwave of wind that slowed his fall. Hitting the ground hard; not being able to land it, Touren figured out the secret behind Alfred's technique. It was a simple trick that didn't work towards the normal physics of the world. But in the prison, the physics seemed to act differently. Luckily, Touren didn't break any bones with his hard fall, so all that was left for him was to master this new ability.