This many worms -assuming these worms come out only when someone uses magic- make me sick. I get an ominous feeling. I prepare to speak to my parents, scream "RUN!" but I'm frozen in awe.
My parents notice this and look at me.
"What are you staring at?" They look at the place I seem to be looking at, but they still look confused.
Are you saying I'm the only guy who sees the worm-cyclone?
The glass worms quickly fade away, and then I hear a "OOOOOOOH" coming from the child specialist, followed by the sound of something falling down.
Mr Moe fell down his chair and has a surprised look on his face.
What the hell just happened?
Dr Moe's patient's parents look mildly interested. The father had three claw marks running from the left of his bottom lip down to his neck where it disappeared under his shirt. He looked like he was about 45 and had a magnificent moustache. He seemed slightly shorter than my dad and every time he moved, his muscles rippled-even through fabric. He wasn't big or looked super bulky, his normal sized muscles were just very defined. He bends down to help the doctor up and by simply moving his arm, the muscles in his forearm and upper arm move through the tunic and resemble snakes struggling to get out of the fabric.
His wife, on the other hand looked like a princess and had very delicate features.
The son seemed only about a year older than me and he looked very calm for his age.
"It's….. it's 200!"
The crowd gasps in astonishment.
"What?" my parents look shocked.
"I never knew a single person in my life who's Output is at 200!"
"That is impossible!"
"He's made history for the Balls tribe!"
I don't understand what's going on, but I'm guessing an output of 200 is to having an IQ of 200 on Earth. I shudder. That boy is scary.
"That's just his Tolerance. His output is 220!" Mr Moe says.
The crowd gasps in astonishment.
"What?" my parents look shocked.
"I never knew a single person in my life who's Tolerance is at 200!"
"That is impossible!"
"He's made history for the Balls tribe!"
Hold up, I thought I just heard this exact sequence before.
My mom goes "So he can operate at 200 Hozon for 2 whole minutes without any physical consequences?!" my mom exclaims.
So that's what Tolerance means. How much power you can output for 2 minutes without receiving any damage from the power output. My mom can output 105 'Hozon' (I'm guessing it's a unit, like metres or watts) for 2 minutes, huh.
The boy's parents don't look surprised. "Hnrgh." His dad grunts, not fazed by the news but satisfied.
My mom says' "That's our general Tsuyo Otoko. His family's been serving the Chief for years, and they've always produced monsters. Tsuyo's Output is around 148. He could have went inside the Ciudad and even been an F rank Incendiary, but I don't know why he didn't do that. He used to have the highest output recorded in our tribe. Ever. Until his son just came along."
I watch Mr Moe get up, sit on his chair, examine the device (probably checking for the boy's Inclination) and fall down, roll thirty metres, puke for two whole minutes, take a shit, then come back, screaming.
"Oh My God! He's got FOUR AFFINITIES!"
The crowd gasps in astonishment.
"What?" my parents look shocked.
"I never knew a single person in my life who's four affinities!"
"That is impossible!"
"He's made history for the Balls tribe!"
Alright the author is just being lazy right now.
The dad seems a bit happier now. "HNG" He grunts happily.
Mr Moe says, "His affinities are: Electricity Magic, -"
"Just like his dad." My mom interrupts.
"-Foreign Blood Exclusive Blood magic, Healing magic Specialized Bio Magic and…" he gulps. "Gravity." He didn't seem to have the strength to say "magic."
"Oh, lord. He's got TWO of the Big 10. Bio and Gravity." My mom says. "He will literally be escorted into the Ciudad." My parents look shocked to the core.
Why is the place given such a stupid name, like "Ciudad." It sounds like a fancy term for "suicide."
"Uhhh…." No one knows even what to say. It's like having God come in front of you with no warning.
Everyone stays silent for a few minutes. Just the existence of the boy must have messed with everybody's heads.
"Uhhh…anyways. Next!"
Slowly, the people in the row snap out of their stupor and continue moving to find out what their child's potential is, but everyone knows that no one can top that kid.
After that incident, Dr Moe looks more bored than ever.
Saying the kid's inclination, output and sometimes tolerance, and then saying "next" without even looking up. Most kids got Earth Magic, but two got fire and one got blood magic, which surprised the doctor.
"Two people with blood magic in one Tribe? What is going on here?"
Only those three special kids got an Output of over 100.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see two people. Really dark skinned, but covered with thick, pure white tattoos, almost like someone has painted lines on them with a thick brush. Their eyes have no irises and is fully white. One of them is a man and the other is a woman. The man is wearing a piece of fabric wrapped around his lower body, with his bare upper body exposed to the cold morning air. The lady is in a similar clothing but has a bra. They seem unfazed by the cold and are sitting on the floor.
They stare at me. I look at them. They look at me more intently, then point at me and start laughing. I ignore them, but they creep me out.
"Next!"
The eyes of everyone in the crowd turn to me.
Oh shit. I'm next in line.
My mom whispers to my dad, "Don't get your hopes up. He's just going to be a normal kid."
My heart is beating, I'm nervous. What abilities do I have?
I put my hand without my parents helping me. The doctor looks at the device.
I feel something getting sucked out of my arm. What is this feeling? It's like feeling a muscle I never knew I had before move. It's like realizing that I had a right arm the whole time after spending years thinking I only had the left arm.
What?
The glass worms. They form a similar cyclone-tornado.. The worms pulse golden-brown and black.
I-Am I as strong as the General's Son?
He squints his eyes, having trouble reading the..well..readings. He seems to be looking at a white liquid-thing covered by glass. It also pulses golden-brown and black, similar to the glass worms.
After what seems like an eternity, he finishes reading my stats.
He looks bored, and without lifting his head to look at me, he says:
"Metal Specialized Earth Magic. Next."