Sabotage commence (3)

"Are we planning to make that storage tent go boom?"

The squad leader of A asked the commando captain. While others are planning for the movements of their squads.

"What I am planning at first is to make that storage tent explode. Yes, we are going BOOM, but there is a problem. I am not sure if the High command will agree to that kind of tactic. That is why I am still going to ask the high command.That is why I propose two options on them. The first is to burn all of their tents and the other one is to explode the storage tent that we know the location of.."

The squad leader of A, nod at the commando captain. After their meeting on the strike tonight. The commando captain called for a messenger outside of their tent.

"I need a messenger here"

With an authoritative tone of voice. The messenger entered the tent, at first shaking because the messenger was feeling nervous.

"I want you to hand this to the high command and tell them I need their decision at 8:00 PM tonight. "

After saying that, he sighs and the messenger grabs the piece of paper. The commando captain turns around. And walks back to his chair where the other squad leaders are walking out of the tent.

***

"That is not how you do it James, do it something like this for better grasp of a weapon."

His grandfather is teaching him how to fully corporate his movements to the sword. His grandfather sees a potential within James that is also because of the Bismark clan blood. That he has within him that is why he can use inner manifestation.

"Grandfather!?"

The sword that James holds creates a white aura that engulfs even James hands. His grandfather's eyes widened seeing that as young as 6 years old, James can use the inner manifestation.

He smiled in excitement and happiness while he saw the inner manifestation. James is feeling different not only with his body but also the grip of his hands. James could feel the manifestation taking his entire body into something greater. But then he can feel that the manifestation also takes energy out of his body.

"Steady your posture and keep it steady don't lose focus on the moment you are grasping right now. Until you focused, you can get used to the pain and it will train your endurance at what you are going to do."

James tries to hold on to the sword that he is trying to control. But as a young boy with a fragile body, he could not. But at that moment, his grandfather already recognised him as a bismark blood boy.

"Grandfather- I can't take it. It's too much for me, I need to let-"

From his last words, his vision goes blurry and goes pitch black. From that moment, his body collapses because of fatigue and exhaustion. His grandfather quickly runs to his position. And that is when his mother sees his child on the ground.

"JAMES!"

She screamed while running to her child that was on the ground. Her eyes filled with tears and that is the moment that her tears once again dripped from her cheeks.

"Father, what did you teach James? Why is he unconscious? Did you teach him the art of Death Stroke to a mere child? FATHER ANSWER ME!"

She shouts in anger because she also could not contain that she was seeing her son on the ground. Not even looking at her mother, who is worried.

"Don't you dare shout at me? I am here as your father and for that boy? You don't have the right to shout at me because I am his grandfather and mentor. I know what is happening to this child, and he is experiencing the crossing."

***

He opens his eyes. Even though it's blurry, he could see a light in every corner he turns his head. After a few seconds, his vision that was blurry turns back to what it used to be. He can clearly see the place.

"Where am I? What kind of place is this? Why is it all white? Am I being contained? Where is grandfather?"

He asked himself while looking around the once all white background that he is seeing. Then he started shouting.

"MOTHER!"

"FATHER!"

"GRANDA FATHER? ARE YOU THERE PLEASE HELP ME!?"

He gets worried about what might happen to him. Because he does not know where he is currently. There is no one he could talk to. And his grandfather did not teach him how he can handle such a place.

"I can do this. I need to remember what my father used to tell me if I was going into a rough situation. First, I need to analyze my surroundings. Second, I need to learn what resources I can muster in this place. Third, I need to look at finer details, because minor details matter in the long run."

James steps to the wall of white. He touches it and he feels something. An emotion inside of him, an emotion of light. Happiness and excitement, that is what he was feeling as he put his palm against the wall. Memories of happiness and excitement poured into him.

Because of the overwhelming memories he has, he gets pushed back and stumbles down. He was stunned to feel something like that. He cannot put it into words. But when he closed his eyes, he got transported back to the real world.

"He is gaining consciousness again. Thank goodness he is alive and well. Therefore, you may not train him that style, you dumb old man!"

She slapped the back of her husband's head because of the silly things he did.

"Thank you, mom for bringing James back."

When he opens his eyes, he sees his mother standing at his side while his grandmother is beating his grandfather.

"Mom, are you there?"

His muffled voice said while holding the dress of his mother. Then his mother looked at him and tapped his head.

"You are well now, don't worry about anything else, alright."

Then he tried to get up, but his body ached.

"What did grandfather teach me, mom? That style of swordsmanship helped me go to a place."

When he said that her grandmother should stop beating his grandfather, his grandfather quickly rushed to his grandson. And then he asked his grandson once again.

"James, what did you just say? You went into that place? What kind of place did you go to? Is it everything red or black? What color did you see?"

Even his grandmother is excited about what he is going to say.

"Grandfather, what I see is all white. I am sorry, I am not suited for your training, grandfather. I am sorry."

His grandfather was quite stunned by what he heard. Even his grandmother cannot say what she could say. But her mother grabbed his father's shoulder and put him aside.

"Father, stop asking my son. He is resting. Please rest him for now. The questions will be tomorrow or another day. But not today."

His grandfather only nods and walks out of the room, same with his grandmother. While James closes his eyes once again,

"I heard it clearly. He said white, right? Our grandson is a white user. The highest form of manifestation that any of our family members have reached inside the Bismark clan. My father once said that if I get a white room, it means I have the highest potential out of all the controls there are. I can even match any genius on the continent. I cannot believe that my grandson will have that kind of room in his manifestation."

His grandfather is feeling jealous, excited and happy about the outcome. THe outcome that happened to his grandson. And the ever changing way that his grandson's potential is the sky is the limit.