A presence.
Thin but wide. Small but big. Omnipresent.
That's all I can really describe. It's the world. The voice that guides me... It's The Force.
As I meditate, I reach out to it, utilizing my own consciousness to nurture a relationship with it. To manipulate it with my own emotion, my own thoughts. I call for it within my body, asking for it to strengthen me, to show me what new changes I went through earlier.
It obliges. Swooshing within my body, giving me a sense of completion and unending strength, but guides my consciousness to the smallest bits of my innards. My muscle fibers have been strengthened several fold from what they were originally, my fast twitch muscles matching in strength with every other muscle. My heart, lungs, kidneys, and every other organ following in suit.
My eyes widen, figuratively. This was a better change than I expected. But there was more, urging my consciousness to follow alongside it, The Force guides me to my mind, once there, I notice off-handedly that my brain was strengthened as well. I don't know what that entails, but it's got to be a good addition.
I stare curiously at the bundle of cosmic energy, it dances around in the middle of my brain, within its storm is a stem of my brain I've never noticed before. A little lobe of power, swirling with energy from The Force.
I tilt my head, figuratively. Gazing at the bundle and the lobe with curiosity overwhelming my conscious. The Force visibly sighs, causing me to chuckle at its action. But within the next second, The Force enters my consciousness and informs me of what it was.
My eyes widen at the revelation.
'Our connection?' That lobe was created to hold and store my collective energy of The Force, making it apart of me as much as The Force is apart of everything else within the worl- Universe. Essentially connecting me with this entity through more than just a mental connection...
'Holy sh-... This is amazing. The amount of power I can siphon from you... Is there even a limit?' I question myself, but to my amazement, The Force responds. Shaking its head, signifying that the possibilities of power were quite literally limitless.
As I delve deeper and deeper and talk with the The Force some more, I easily feel the time in the outside world pass by within instances. And soon enough, I was hungry.
I say my goodbyes to the esoteric force and slowly open my eyes, revealing Master Usagi sitting cris cross with his eyes closed and his hands resting on his knees. The lights in our training room flicker every now and then, but as I fix myself a sandwich and a milkshake, the new additional use of electricity causes one to pop.
I freeze, my eyes instantly drifting to my masters figure. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth seeing he had no reaction to the outside disturbance. Meditation is really a wonder, he must be in deep conversation with The Force right now...
I quickly eat and finish my shake before walking silently back to my spot on the tatami. Using The Force to quiet my footsteps till they made no sound whatsoever. I immediately fall in line, sitting cris cross and taking my deep breaths to calm my mind. Once ready, I call for my best friend- My only family.
Thinking back, I remember the last time I saw my mother. I remember how she and I were both shot in cold blood, but I was just lucky enough to survive. I thought about it, I remembered it- Pictured it perfectly inside my mind... The scar Usagi left me.
Both the bullet and the mental one stung till this day. A reminder that I was weak, and that the weak are the ones that get bullied and thrown around back up there with the Heroes and the Villains. That white and black world only has two sides, and that's the weak and useless against the strong and powerful.
'I have no worry. The Force guides me. I'm perfect.'
I think, closing my eyes and rejoining The Force in the darkness, deepening our bond.
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4 YEARS LATER. TOKYO, JAPAN. 2122
Leaping from building to building was a young man, no taller than 1.70 m (5'7) , with long shaggy curly hair with the back part that drooped down to the back of his neck with the sides flowing back to match its half end. The front end dropped just to his fiery-orangish red eyes, a few uneven curls falling below eye level.
As he ran, he ran with speed comparable to a racing car, and jumped with such ease across buildings he looked as if gravity let him off its leash.
Osama' outfit blended in with the night, black techwear jackets with a backpack strapped to his back, also black in color. His pants followed the same regime, being black in color with fancy straps hanging loose, but on his back was a black tube with a switch, what it does, no one knows.
Osama was out on his daily missions. Tasked by his Master to fight and kill ten villains, vigilantes or heroes. The killing aspect was grim, but it was needed if Osama wanted to make it within this world. Or at least that's Usagi's view on it.
OSAMA POV.
Dropping down to a nearby fourteen story building, I decide to take a break for a moment, eat something and then get back to work. Master Usagi thinks that this will perfect any imperfection I might have as far as combat goes.
And I agree.
Putting my backpack aside, I open and reveal its contents of a Cheese Burger I got from McDonalds alongside a medium Hi-C with a side of fries. Pulling out my phone master got me and holding it with my right hand while I ate with my left, I begin to scroll through Instagram. I only really get this free time when im not forced back into the facility.
I take a bite of my burger and put down my phone, letting out a sigh as I dangle my feet off the edge of a building.
'I wanna leave.. But I can't... Why can't I leave?' I question myself. 'I've grown strong enough to take down villains, vigilantes and heroes all the same. Easily and swift, destructive if need be... But yet I can't leave.
I'm stronger than Master Usagi, my connection with the Force is the better than even him, the only person who's practiced its training since he was a kid.. For fucks sake, the bastard killed my mother. Riddled me with scars and kept me from the outside world..
Where were the heroes though? If they came to get me... Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so close to him. So dependent on him to make me Perfect- Hell, even if I did need his help to reach that revelation.
But after eight years of this torture.. The chance for freedom finally shows itself yet I can't take it?' My mind wondered, tilting my head back to look at the empty night sky. Thought after thought, minute after minute, I sighed.
Finishing my food, I stuff the trash back in my backpack and bounce on my toes. Letting the conflict within me diminish as I put it aside. 'I'll figure it out later.' I tell myself.
I always tell myself that.. But yet I'm still here.
Enhancing my body a little with the help of The Force, I leap off the face of the building, my hood flailing off in the wind as I cut through the air, aiming straight for a busy side walk.
Just before I hit the ground though, I situate myself upright mid-air and stick my left arm into the row of glass windows beside me, letting it boulder and tear through the floors and windows to slow me down.
I grunt, but I slow down just enough to Force jump to the next building across the street. Gaining some attention from the pedestrians below. I fix my black face mask mid-jump and land on a two story building, rolling to a stop before continuing full sprint towards my next target.
A hero within the top 10.