Yang Dao heard the roaring engine sounds coming from the runway. He parked his bike in a derelict corner. He took off his helmet and walked toward the entrance under the shadows. Suddenly, he stopped and smiled. He thought to himself, "Forgot that I can fly."
With that thought, he jumped up and levitated inside the boundaries of the airport. This place was a simple airstrip with a hut serving the purpose of air traffic control. A small plane had the engine running at the end of the airstrip. Yang Dao moved his wind sense and found three hyper humans inside the plane. At first, he planned to confront them but now he had to deal with the guy, who raided his home.
He watched quietly from the shadow as the plane took off from the runaway after reaching the terminal velocity. He took the bow off from his shoulder and knocked an azure arrow on it. Suddenly a thought emerged in his mind.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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