Off in the distance, we hear the faint sounds of explosions and screaming. Many people must also be experiencing this new phenomenon. I get closer to the door window to watch and observe the outside world, and as I peek my head out the curtains, the only way to describe this event is a dream.
There were a couple of people floating in the skies, I barely saw what seemed to be someone running at Mach Speed in the street, causing a mini shock wave in the process. A wall of fire suddenly arose and immediately was put out. The ground deformed, causing spikes coming from the floor—almost piercing another person who was testing his power on the street.
Surprisingly, there weren't any cars driving on the street, which makes sense considering the situation. Trying to escape from all of these people—it's equivalent to running through a temple's tunnels that have traps with fire, arrows, swinging axes, and sharp spikes. I wasn't ready to go outside and go through a death run.
"Honey, look at this!" Says mom while showing off a crystal cup in her left hand and a crystal ball on the other. "I just imagined a ball, and it was made in my hand! The cup took a little longer, but it also worked!" She said with excitement.
Suddenly, a long stone beam shoots at me, and I immediately freeze from fear. The beam hit the wall hard, making cracking noises. After I took my attention off the wall, I noticed my right arm was bleeding, and the sharp stone barely scathed me. "Uhh... Oops," Kazu says with his hand behind his head.
Mom walks up to Kazu, grabs him by his ear, and brings him down to her level, "Are you insane!?"—She yells at him with anger"—"You almost killed your brother!"
"I'm sorry, it was an accident, I swear! I just pointed my arm forward, and a stone flew out!" Kazu explains himself. "Be careful next time!" She warns. "Sorry."
Kazu walks towards me with a worried face, I use my shirt to block the bleeding while I look at the cracked wall with the beam still sizzling from the impact. If that thing didn't miss, I would've died in an instant.
"Ryuujiro! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" He says with genuine tears. I'm not the type of person who can get mad, you might say I got a screw loose in my brain, but when I saw him cry like that I immediately laughed at the idea that this dude is 6 years older than me. Kazu was 25 years old, and I 19.
"Ok, I forgive you, but if you keep crying, I might start making fun of you," I say with a chuckle, to which he slowly turns from crying to laughing and crying.
After we both calmed down, he asked the question we all wanted to know: What is my power? "I don't know yet. But I have a clue." I say while thinking about the naked lady I left in my bedroom. "Oh? What is it?" Mom says curiously. I'm not sure I want to tell them just yet, after all, I'm not sure if that lady has anything to do with my powers, she could be a drunk girl I met at a bar...? The more I think about it, the more true it seems.
The power to create another human is just absurd! After all, all I've seen so far is what people would call "elemental" powers. Like the abilities to manipulate and control fire, air, earth, and water, there are also unique ones, such as the person I saw going at ultra-fast speeds. But creating a full human? It didn't seem likely. Although... these powers are still new, and I haven't seen what they can offer. I wonder if this phenomenon is worldwide or just here in Tokyo.
"Let me go see something first. You can both get used to your new powers while I try to find mine." I tell them before going into my room and locking the door. Now then. I slowly grab the blanket from the top and bring it below just enough to see her face. 'Why isn't she awake yet?' I think to myself. The more I look at her, the more she seems similar to me, but as a female. I use my fingers to open her eyes to see if she has the same brown eyes I have, to notice that she has gray, lifeless eyes. 'Wait. Lifeless? Is she dead?!' My heart quickly started beating at the thought that I might've caused the death of a girl in my room, I quickly put two fingers on her neck to check her pulse. Lub dub lub dub. Phew, she seems to be alive.
Maybe she just has really rare gray eyes1despite the odds. I guess it's time to wake her up. I grab her by the shoulders and start shaking her from side to side. "Hey, wake up!" Nothing happens.
"If you don't wake up, I'm going to pinch you!" Nothing happens.
"Look, you asked for this!" I use my right and left hands to pinch her cheek. All I get is a funny face.
'Why isn't she waking up?' I think to myself, to which then I sit on my knees beside the bed, holding her hand.
'Maybe this has to do with my powers?' I absurdly think to myself. I decided on a different approach this time. What if she is like a guardian I can summon and I can pour my magic for her to be functioning? It would certainly explain why she was in my bed when I woke up this morning.
Feeling more optimistic this time, attempted to force magic into the lady—' Wait that sounds wrong...' Also, I have no clue how to control magic, or even if I possess magic in the first place. I still feel very much like a normal human.
Deciding I needed to somehow put out my energy, I started grunting as if I needed to go to the bathroom. 'This isn't working!' My brain aches. So, I instinctively start meditating a little to calm my mind. 'Man, why is this happening to me? Why can't life just be simple? Ouch—" the wrapping around my bleeding arm stung for a second—"maybe I should rest a little more so the wound can heal a little more." I started thinking back to what I was doing yesterday. A day ago, I was just playing a game with my online friends, and now life has decided to throw all this stuff at me without warning. I've never even had real friends I could count on. I wonder if I'll be able to finish making that mod menu I was paid to make. 'What am I even saying' I chuckle mentally.
After I've decided that I've had enough rest, I open my eyes. Wait. Why am I looking up at my ceiling? I move my eyes around to see the blanket on top of me. 'Why am I in the bed? Where did the lady go? Did she wake up?' Many questions entered my head, to which all were answered after I turned my head to see me.
'What's the meaning of this? Why am I seeing myself meditating?' I say to myself, anticipating the truth. I raise my arms, don't tell me. I bring my hands down below the blanket.