Chapitre 11: Hahh...
Without explosions, recoil or sounds to accompany the firing of the bullet of light, as a real gun would, only the echo of my agitated breaths and the mist generated by the winter remained.
My eyes closed on their own from exhaustion as I struggled to stand, somehow leaning on my right knee.
"So I can only withstand one bullet, huh?", I whispered with resignation.
The bullet, charged with all the pent-up energy in my body, traveled barely a meter before dissipating into thin air.
It was something I expected to happen, but still, it left me unsatisfied.
"But, who better to take it to the next level than me?," I muttered as I bit a lip in an attempt to muster the strength to stand up. And I did.
"First of all, though, I have to clean this up."
I half-turned toward the door that led to this place.
Staggering like a miserable drunk, I crossed the threshold to set about finding something to put all the burnt stuff on and a sponge to clean the dirty floor.
Even though I was on my last legs, it would be rude to make a mess without cleaning.
...
Under the beautiful sunshine, everything improved noticeably.
I felt as if an invisible cable was supplying me with constant energy, while bullets of light were infinitely sprouting from my right and left index fingers.
Not only did the ammunition increase (something my father, a passionate hunter, would have loved), but also the distance multiplied, and if I could get enough mental focus, it tripled.
However, one detail I disliked that I had overlooked the night before, perhaps due to fatigue or because it simply faded too quickly, was the color my concentrated light bullets took on.
My concentrated light bullets were tinged with a fluorescent yellow, a detail that revealed the power of my shot and thus could give me away to any astute observer.
But since it was inherent and uncontrollable, I focused primarily on increasing the distance.
My three meters maximum were a mockery compared to real bullets.
But against all intentions...
"Nate, what are you doing there?! You need to change for kinder!"
Kinder?
Stopping my plans, she took my arm and led me back to the apartment.
"I got you about two weeks off, but it's time to go back to kinder, Naty."
With no choice, I was forced to wear a ridiculous little sailor suit and be driven back on his motorcycle to the school.
At all times, my face showed a marked expression: a furrowed brow and blank eyes.
"This is a waste of time, for God's sake!", I repeated mentally as I entered the site.
Then, I was led in by one of the many teachers and greeted by a tumult of children who surrounded me to hug me, something I tried unsuccessfully to avoid.
I hated it when people touched me, especially if they were children whose naughty hands who knows where they had been....
My expression contracted to faithfully mimic the mask of tragedy that accurately represented my inner thoughts.
"Okay, kids, it's time for you to take your seats!," she announced with a round of applause that accompanied her statement, speaking in english and taking me by surprise.
"Nathan-kun, please take a seat too," she repeated, pulling me out of my brief confusion with a smile on her young face. I obeyed the command and sat down at the only free table.
It was a special school, for this reason, everyone could speak english without any problem.
After I took my seat, she turned and began writing about hiragana and katakana.
I recognized them because, although I was focused on exploring my supernatural power, I had also taken a look at the complicated native language of this country.
However, the shocking first impression had planted in me an intense desire not to want to be there, something that did not go unnoticed, considering that I was the last one to take out the supplies.
My God.
Despite my genuine reluctance and deep longing to be anywhere else, I carried out all the mandated activities meticulously.
I had long been accustomed to suppressing those intense emotions that would make anyone else procastinate. That was my reality for the rest of the school day.
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