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The sun dipped down the horizon when Yuta woke up. After having his meal and bath as quickly as possible, he packed a few snacks from the fridge and water bottles in his backpack and left the house to get back to his comfort—-the warehouse.
In an attempt to better master his quirk, he departs on his journey once more. As he got off, the doors automatically opened for him and the train announced his destination. After calling out a taxi, he drove for a few more minutes.
Yuta paid the driver and took his time as he walked over to the abandoned warehouse he used to train. Getting there he let out a smile and wondered what he's to accomplish today unlike yesterday he learnt how to fly with his sand quirk.
He unlocked the chains he used to lock up the doors of the warehouse and walked inside, dropping his backpack, he changed into his training gears and proceeded to stretch his muscles.
Yuta did a few laps of jogging around the warehouse, did some push-ups and sit-ups when his body broke into sweat. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, and decided to do a few laps of the sidestep.
Yuta stood at the edge of the warehouse, inhaling deeply. His feet moved fluidly, gliding left, then right, in a steady rhythm. Each sidestep was sharp and controlled, his arms aiding balance. The burn in his legs intensified, but he didn't falter, his focus fixed on completing the laps. His breaths came in bursts as sweat trickled down his temples. By the final lap, exhaustion weighed on him but he didn't back down.
Yuta closed his eyes and maintained his focus, while he controlled grains of sand that clung on his back as it formed two wings. He flapped the wings continuously and flew off the ground.
Next phase.
Yuta placed his five fingers on his face and suddenly, his whole face was covered with solidified sand. He started his training by throwing some sand blade attacks from his legs and hands.
He sprinted around the warehouse ducking an imaginarable attack while rolling, sending out a series of sand blades by swinging his right arm. He spun around while sands swirls together forming a sandy tornado that blew everything in range away.
When Yuta saw that it was improper to display such an attack, he screamed with his jaw lowered. He also noticed that the crates and other training supplies had been blown away, leaving the ground covered in sand grains.
Shit!
Yuta scratched his hair with his other hand on his waist when he controlled all the sand scattered on the floor into a ball of sand.
What should he do?
He dismissed the sand ball and pivoted backwards whole crouching down taking a pose. He created his clone once again and this time, his clone was on offense while he focused on defense.
The clone charged at Yuta who was highly prepared for any attacks, sending a series of sand balls towards Yuta, he created a huge sand wall that sprouted out from the ground that shielded him from the attack.
With no time to formulate ideas, the clone lunged behind Yuta and swung his leg emitting a sand blade, but Yuta was able to dodge in time because of hisp00 body's reflexes.
Oops!!
Before Yuta could raise his head and glance at his clone, he was caught off guard by his own clone who sent a sand bullet straight to his skull when his eyes widened in shock and quickly realized he wouldn't be able to dodge or block the attack.
Shit! Shit!! Is this the end?!
When Yuta blinked, sweat streaming down his face, he realized he wouldn't be able to block it either or quickly dodge the attack that was about to pierce his skull.
He gulped some spits when his life flashed before his eyes. Was he going to die untimely? Did he live until this day to get killed by his own clone? His own quirk?
His heart felt like it was going to flare up from the inside at the moment as he saw the sand bullet about to strike his head when his body reflected on his own and his right hand swung through the air as the sand bullet flared up into sand particles that blinded him for a few seconds.
Am I dead? Is this the afterlife ?
He opened his eyes when his vision became blurry and suddenly, it was bright and sunny, the sun reflected through the broken glass when Yuta saw his clone standing and staring into his soul when he felt chills run down his spine.
Why I'm I not dead? What did I do?
Yuta blinked twice once more and touched his skin to ensure if he was still alive and yes he was…he was alive. Yuta's mind flashed when he realized what happened in that sudden moment of tragedy.
He got rid of his clone first and settled down to catch his breath. "I definitely need some water." He crawled towards his backpack and unzipped the bag and picked the chilled bottle of water as he gulped it all the way down to his stomach.
He let out a sigh and scratched his head. What really happened? He closed his eyes and maintained his concentration when his mind suddenly rewinded back to what really happened a while ago.
After a few minutes of concentration, he finally got a grasp of what really happened. "My body reflected on his own on the brink of death when I swung my right hand mid air and…..and…the sand bullet flared up?"
Huuuuh?
Wait…wait. Did I just turn my opponent's attack into sand?
Tell me this ain't real!
"Did I just fucking turned my clone attack into sand? First, I noticed my clone was immune to any kinds of attacks while I'm not and..second…I can turn his attack to sand?"
Is this for real?
Wait? Won't I be super cool if I can pull that kind of stuff? Turning attacks to sand?
How fucking awesome is this!!
I'll have to give it another try but isn't it gonna be super difficult to pull off in one go? It could be dangerous and….I might hurt myself.
When Yuta started to consider the unexpected and unique method of mastering his quirk, his mind was already heating up quite a bit.. He let out another sigh and sat crossed leg on the floor.
I shouldn't do it with my clone or less I'm gonna get hurt real bad so I'll just try it myself….
Yuta raised his left arm and created a circular shape of sand and made it float mid air. He moved the circular sand object further, slow and steady when he pointed his right palm towards it and clenched his palm but nothing happened.
Hm?
He tried again as he clenched with his right fist to make the sand ball flare up but no way…
"Damn!!"
Why won't it work?!!!
Yuta was incapable of being upset with himself. Lol..he tried over and over, but still, the result he got was futile. He called forth his sand clone once again and began his training if maybe it only works when he was in a near death situation.
The clone launched another series of sand blades towards Yuta who quickly pivoted sideways to dodge the first attack and formed a sand ball that covered his whole body from the attack.
Before Yuta could analyze his next movement, sand spikes emerged from the ground while he was being covered with his sand ball. His eyes widened when he saw the sand aiming for him as he quickly dodge and got himself wounded from the attack.
'This clone is capable of pulling up surprising tricks.' He did a backflip to get some distance between himself, cleaning the blood from his cheeks, the clone flared up into sand particles when Yuta's eyes widened in shock knowing he wasn't at his limit yet.
Yuta was confused and kept his guard to the maximum when his clone suddenly appeared before his eyes and delivered a decisive kick to Yuta's abdomen making him fly all the way to the other end of the warehouse.
The clone flared up once again and appeared beside Yuta who was struck dumbfounded once more and barely able to block the incoming attack with a sand wall. Yuta began turning circles in his spot in order to figure out where his clone would come from.
Where? Where is it going to attack from?
Wait…isn't he a clone? Then how's it possible for him to exhibit such an amazing attack when I can't?
Yuta has been restless, getting caught off guard by his own clone, not just once, but keep getting to experience new tricks through his own clone created through sand…
I guess my clone is at his own peak right now.
"This is becoming interesting!!"
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