"I've really gotten stronger…" As Thomas woke up, the first thing he felt was as if he was born anew. He felt so refreshed and light, and his mind felt like he was running much smoother than ever.
His thoughts didn't need any time to get sorted out, and his senses seemed to get sharpened. He then tested his superpower, and even if he controlled it, his two fists were now covered with thin black lines, twisting right and left as if they were snakes.
"Will I end up having two black gloves?" he muttered while examining his two hands in wonder and amazement, "Will I be called the black fist guy or what?"
He didn't know if he crossed an entire grade with that or not. But he was totally excited about all that. He was now stronger, and the most impressive part of all this was that he got a stable way to keep supporting his power.
