The soft morning light filters through the curtains as the sound of an energetic alarm pierces the quiet room.
Startled, a teenager reaches for their phone, eyes adjusting to the brightness.
The screen displays the time-its the first day of highschool.
A sudden realization hits, and his eyes widen as he glances at the phone.
"Oh, shit," he exclaims, realizing he's running late on the very first day of highschool.
Hastily, he springs out of bed, heart pounding, grabbing his uniform and backpack in a whirlwind of morning chaos.
He bounds down the stairs two at a time, the echo of hurried footsteps filling the air.
Backpack slung over one shoulder, he navigates the steps with a mix of urgency and youthful energy.
The clatter of his hurried descent harmonizes with the ticking clock, racing against time on this crucial morning.
Bounding into the kitchen, he swiftly opens the fridge, eyes scanning for his prepared lunch.
With a quick grab, he snatches a neatly packed lunch box, the cool metal feeling refreshing in his hurried grasp.
The aroma of homemade food fills the air as he shoves the lunch into his backpack.
He swings the door open, sunlight flooding the foyer.
Stepping outside, the familiar creek of the door hinges is drowned by the sounds of the bustling morning.
The world awaits as he takes his first steps into the days, a mix of anticipation and determination propelling him forward.
Launching himself into the journey, he combines the art of Parkour with the necessity of haste, deftly maneuvering through the urban landscape.
Cars slow down as he gracefully vaults over hoods and somersaults past obstacles.
Startled pedestrians pause and shout, their voices echoing in the street.
With a series of agile moves, he weaves through the morning traffic, turning the commute to school into a dynamic display of urban athleticism.
In the midst of his acrobatic commute, a thought flashes through his mind: "I've always had this supernatural strength, agility, and reaction time akin to superhumans."
As he gracefully navigates the challenges, a sense of empowerment accompanies the realization that perhaps his extraordinary abilities aren't just a product of adrenaline but something more innate.
With a swift motion, he reaches for his ear plugs feeling the soft silicone settle comfortably in his ears.
As the music begins, the world around him fades, replaced by the rhythmic pulse of his chosen tunes.
Engulfed in a personalized soundtrack, he strides forward, each step synchronised with the beat.
Carving out a rhythmic journey, to the backdrop of his favorite melodies.
His gaze fixes on the entrance gate, a familiar landmark in the bustling school surroundings.
A sense of recognition and purpose guides his steps towards it.
Spotting a girl near the entrance he's momentarily stunned by her presence.
The world seems to pause as he takes in the captivating sight.
She stands out with her striking features-glossy black hair cascading in waves, framing a face of elegant allure.
Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep blue, hold a captivating intensity that adds a unique charm to her overall appearance.
It's a combination that effortlessly draws attention leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to catch a glimpse.
However, the school bell jolts him back to reality and with a blink, he wakes up from his trance.
Realizing the urgency, he hastens to his classroom, the image of her lingering in his thoughts like a fleeting dream.
As he enters the classroom, the teacher with a stern expression exclaims, "you are late."
Acknowledging the tardiness, the teacher sighs and with a hint of leniency says, " I'll let it slip this time. Make sure it doesn't become a habit."
"Now that you've joined us why don't you introduce yourself?" The teacher prompts.
Clearing his throat he hesitates for a moment before softly saying, "I am Mushin." There's a subtle unease in his introduction, a reflection of his limited interactions.
"Uhh....nice to meet you all, umm I guess I like Parkour?...."
The classroom falls into a brief silence as Mushin takes tentative steps towards an empty desk.
The shuffle of his footsteps echoes the quiet rhythm of his self-consciousness as he settles into his seat the classroom returning to its usual hum of activity.
A few days later.
In the midst of the mundane classroom atmosphere, Mushin's mind rebels against the boredom.
"It's so fucking boring; God please let the bell ring already." Mushin muses internally after three seconds of waiting in his desk.
Gracefully entering the classroom, A girl with black hair and blue eyes carries an air of quiet confidence.
She introduces herself with a poised smile, "Hi, I am Akari, the new transfer student."
"You all can call me Kari for short."
A bell rang in Mushins heart.
As Akari introduces herself, Mushin feels an unexpected acceleration in his heart rate.
Simultaneously, The song in his Ear plugs change.
"๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ...๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ ๐ท๐ธ ๐ญ๐ธ๐พ๐ซ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ."
"๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐๐ช ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ."(Refrence to a certain series.)
After that the day went by.
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Years became Seconds....As time became closer to when a mystery would get unveiled.
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Here is some shit to reach 1000 words.
Did you know that people with blue eyes are more prone to UV radiation.
Did you know that The word Mushin means Mushin no shin Which Is basically moving without thinking.
Or simply flow state which is a state of no-mindedness or mind without mind.
It's a state of flow where actions happen effortlessly and without conscious thought.
It's kinda like ultra focus or.... ULTRA instinct.
Anyways let's move on.
Did you know that honey never spoils.
Did you know that the Earth is approximately 4.5 billion years old.
Did you know that the great Wall of china is visible from space.
Did you know that a group of owls is called a parliament.
Now it's time for shower thoughts.
We spend the first years of our life learning to walk and talk and the rest learning to sit down and shut up.
Life is basically a long series of "I thought I had more time."
We are all time travellers, moving at a rate of one second into the future.
Now time for mind breaking shower thoughts.
Your future self is waching you right now through memories.
Every mirror you have ever looked into have only reflected the past, even if it was just a fraction of a second ago.
Time is the story teller, and space is the setting - every star a character in the grand narrative of the universe.
The night sky is a time machine - those stars we see might not even exist anymore, but their light is still traveling through the cosmos to reach us.
The vastness of space is not just out there; it's within us, as our bodies are made of Stardust forged in the furnaces of ancient stars.