I Alter Genetics And Use It Like Fire (Dancer or Soldier of Time)

On a distant planet, lava rages as ice falls from the sky like comets, every few minutes out of the clouds that block the view from space. 

Your typical newly made planet undergoing a Terra Transformation Situation, or TTS for short, since it depends on the special environment that determines how long until a planet is done. 

Or should be if not for the Impossibiliter Headquarters being in the worst place to be yet the safest.

If one looked closely they could see a Red Rocky Mountain formations scattered all over the surface and had started the cooling process. 

Yet at the oddest of angles there were odd color lights that were similar to the lava, at what would seem to be like random spots of small different shade of light than the glow of cooling magma. 

If one was near the surface, which is difficult to do with the falling ice chunks, one would probably be able to see small figures transferring from light to light.

From a high point of view, if not for the glare and steam of the magma mixing with the fallen ice, one would think there were giant baby ants crawling on a freshly made anthill that spanned the entirety of the cooling mountain range. And in one of these peaks a class is being held with only one student, one adult, and one unknown and unseen.

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Many do not ask the needed question. Or they just refuse to acknowledge the similarities between multiple possibilities.

Possibility in itself, is the similarity of events and facts from a single or multiple perspectives.

Many possibilities get judged wrongly and or either dismissed, or accepted to have happened, by the masses or a small group of people who have similar perspectives.

There is a small group, or Clan of people, who rely on each other for synchronization to do the impossible. Which can be seen as small groups trying different things, like Parkour, for instance. 

While the masses are oblivious to what they can do, and deny the logic of impossible actions.

There are 'many things' that those who 'accept the reality' can become Masters of.... Most of which will be ignored by others or will refuse to be believed, even if they experience it themselves.

"What is a Master?" A middle aged female voice asked.

"A Master is a person who excels in a 'Gate Subject' better than those of the masses." A young male voice replied.

"Correct." The female smiles faintly from behind her desk with a review paper in front of her.

"How come the masses do not like the Impossibiliters?" The young boy asks as he rocked his chair onto its hind legs.

"They are afraid that we will turn into 'Monsters' from the 'Other Side' since many can not survive if an 'Outbreak' were to occur again." She replies tilting her head to the side watching the young master's demeanor change.

"Afraid of That?! It's History! If not for 'Us' they would have gone extinct! It's 'Us' who have helped humans survive since the beginning!! It's how they made it this far!!"

-Mumble mumble-

The young boy raised his voice then realized his mistake and turned his head away so his teacher wouldn't read his lips as he pouted.

"What was that last part?" The female teacher asked sternly as she slid the papers to the side of her desk staring daggers at the young boy.

"P... pl... Plus the skill sets are fun... They should be happy, and in debt to us, for Grandpa teaching them our abilities so they can use it as well." The young boy replied, his face turning slightly red from embarrassment and slight anger.

-Face palm-

"Sorry... I mean it is... um... the correct term is... It's Exciting! To... to be allowed to pass through the Barriers that the Masters of 'OLD' have... constructed to protect the weak who refuse to see!?" The young boy replied that he didn't have to go through the 'Punishment Distortion' if he messed up one more time. Feeling slightly relieved that there wasn't a warning from the teacher about his mix-up earlier.

"Better.... Now remember for your 'Actual' Exam, They won't be as Kind as I SO. NO. FUNNY. BUSINESS!... Not unless you absolutely need to." The teacher replied as she stood up and walked around to the front of her rectangular old style desk and faced the young boy.

"YES!!" The young boy replied and pumped his fists excitedly as he was happy the review was over.

Almost losing his balance on the chair, he rocked until it was stabilized, when the Teacher sighed quietly and he quickly turned his attention back to her.

"Now are there any questions you need to ask before your exam or do you believe you are ready for The Trial?" She leans against her desk with her arms crossed across her armored silk shirt looking at the young boy who was silently rocking his chair back and forth as he contemplates what he wants to ask. With skill to not fall sitting on the near edge he gets the chair to balance just right then he looks up at the teacher.

Taking in a breath and had a glint in his eyes he asked a list,

"Does the bet still apply?

^ How come the Lights flicker at different intervals throughout the entire underground compound?

^ How come the backup generator hasn't kicked in and this room is still dark?

^ When is Grandpa going to return?

^ Besides Teaching, what's your specialty?

^ What else do you teach?

^ When do I get to pass through a Distortion?

^ How come there's talk about The Lost Heiress's Location being found?

^ Does that mean I have a Sister... or is she my Fiancée?

^ Do I get to meet her?

^ Can I rescue her?

^ Do we have to Train her from the Beginner Levels?

^ How should I address her?" The young boy asked in a single breath, with an 'puppy-dog' look on his face blinking innocently at the baffled teacher.

"..}-_-{.." -Glares-

":3" Smiles and slowly tilts his head to one side-

The chair barely moved as he was in a staring contest.

Massaging her temple she ponders on if she should or not, when the Darkness of the room shifted and grew darker right behind the child... Noticing the change she grew very still as it could very well end the Young Master before she had time to exhale.

Luckily... it drifted away from the child towards the far wall. Taking that as an approval, her hand moved from her eyes as the child was oblivious to what just occurred, she took a relaxing breath to calm her demeanor before replying to the child's questions.