In the middle of the night, deep within a massive park, a lone figure moved between the trees. Dressed in black pants and a hoodie with the hood pulled up tightly over his head, he blended into the darkness, his face barely visible. That person was Luke Wilson.
"Goddamn, this place is too dark."
He muttered under his breath, gripping his phone tightly. The screen cast a faint glow, the brightness turned down low so it wouldn't attract attention. The last thing he needed was some random person spotting him lurking in the park like some creep.
It had been a full day since he arrived in this world—Marvel, a place filled with heroes, villains, gods, and monsters. And now, here he was, wandering into a massive park in the middle of the night like an idiot.
Why?
Because this was the best place to test his powers.
No one really came to the park at this hour. Maybe the occasional homeless person looking for a place to sleep, but he had already avoided a few and quietly moved deeper into the trees. Still, the eerie silence, the rustling leaves, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot made his nerves spike.
"This place is terrifying. I swear, if some vampire or demon jumps out at me, I'm done."
Luke sighed, shaking his head.
Another thing he had decided when he got to this world—he was going to be a little more religious. Not like full-on devotion or anything, but at least enough to go to church sometimes and pray. Why?
Because he knew the One-Above-All existed.
God. The literal God of Marvel.
That knowledge alone made him reevaluate a lot of things. He didn't know if praying would actually help, but he figured it couldn't hurt.
"Please let this night be uneventful. No monsters, no criminals, no crazy cults summoning demons in the woods—just me figuring out my powers in peace."
Eventually, after moving deep enough where no one would notice him unless he made a massive scene, he found the perfect spot.
A clearing, surrounded by thick trees, far enough from the walking paths that even if he made some noise, no one would immediately hear it.
Luke took a deep breath, steadying himself.
"Alright… let's start."
Luke stood in the middle of the clearing, taking a deep breath. The night air was cool, crisp, and carried the scent of damp earth and leaves.
Luke has noticed that he doesn't just have wind abilities—there was something else. Something he had noticed not long after arriving in this world.
Despite his body looking no different from an average 15-year-old, he felt… stronger. Not in a dramatic, superhero kind of way, but noticeably beyond what his slim frame suggested. When he tested it earlier, he could lift objects with ease, his endurance had improved, and his reflexes were sharper. It wasn't on the level of someone like Captain America, but it was definitely above peak human levels.
After thinking about it for a while, he came to a realization—his powers didn't just grant him control over the wind. They also enhanced his body, giving him a physique similar to a Super Soldier.
That said, it wasn't as extreme as what the Super Soldier Serum did to Steve Rogers. Unlike Cap, Luke hadn't suddenly become muscular overnight. His body was still lean, which meant his physical capabilities were limited compared to actual Super Soldiers. If he wanted to maximize his strength, he'd have to work out and build muscle the hard way.
"Makes sense, I guess. Steve was originally a scrawny kid before the serum, but he still bulked up. I didn't, which means my strength probably scales with my body. If I want to be stronger, I need to train. so when I reach the peak physique of a human then I will finally become as strong as a regular super soldier
But that could wait. Right now, he needed to focus on his wind powers.
Closing his eyes, Luke concentrated on the air around him. At first, it was just a vague sensation—a presence that surrounded him but didn't quite register. Then, slowly, he began to feel it. The movement of the wind, the way it curved around objects, the slight shifts in air pressure.
His breathing slowed.
His awareness expanded.
He could roughly sense the trees behind him without seeing them, just from the way the wind flowed around their trunks and branches. The sensation was far from precise—more like an outline in his mind rather than a clear picture—but it was something.
"Wind sense? No, it's too rough to call it that… but if I train this, I might be able to sense my surroundings in detail without needing my eyes."
It was an exciting thought, but he pushed it aside for now. His goal tonight was to learn control.
Luke extended his hand, willing the air to move. The result was… chaotic.
The wind swirled around him erratically, wild and uncontrolled, like a storm with no direction. It lashed out randomly, dispersing into nothing before he could do anything useful with it.
He gritted his teeth. Control. Focus.
Adjusting his stance, he tried again—this time more carefully.
The wind responded. It was still rough, still imperfect, but it obeyed him. A small, invisible blast of air shot forward, rustling the leaves. It wasn't powerful, but it was a start. A gust strong enough to knock back an average person, but nowhere near enough to do real damage.
"Alright… I won't be throwing wind slashes anytime soon, but this is a solid beginning. Plus, wind-based attacks are invisible—you don't see them coming until they hit. That's a huge advantage."
But he needed something stronger. Something dangerous.
Turning toward a nearby tree, Luke clenched his fist.
"If I can pull this off, this will be my first real combat move."
He took a stance, inhaling deeply. This time, he didn't just will the wind to move—he compressed it, forcing it to gather around his fist. The air swirled faster, denser, until it became visible, forming a spiraling vortex around his hand.
Then—he punched.
The moment his fist connected with the tree, there was a loud BOOM! The trunk shattered in an instant, a large hole blown straight through it as splinters flew in all directions.
Luke stepped back, exhaling. His hand tingled from the force of the impact, but he grinned.
"I did it."
The move was based on Sky Dragon's Iron Fist from Fairy Tail, a series he wasn't super into, but had seen enough to remember the cool techniques. Of course, this was a much weaker version of the original, but it was still impressive.
"I can't call it Sky Dragon Iron Fist—that's way too long and too much of a reference. I'll just call it… Wind Fist."
It wasn't something he could use casually yet. Compressing the wind around his fist took effort and concentration. But with training, it would become easier.
Luke took a step back, wiping his forehead.
Then an idea struck him.
"If I can enhance my fist with wind… what about my breath?"
Standing up straight, he took a deep breath. As deep as his lungs could handle. But instead of exhaling normally, he pushed his wind power into it, enhancing it as much as he could.
Then—he let it out.
A powerful gale burst from his mouth, tearing through the clearing. Trees creaked violently, and a few even snapped under the sheer force of the wind. Leaves scattered, swirling through the air like a mini-tornado had just passed through.
Luke coughed, stepping back in shock.
"Holy shit. That was strong."
He had just recreated Sky Dragon's Roar—except, like before, he wasn't about to call it that.
"Sky Breath. That sounds better."
But even though it was powerful, it had obvious flaws.
Unlike Wind Fist, which only needed focus in his fist, Sky Breath required his entire respiratory system to cooperate. He had to take a deep breath, focus on his lungs, and then channel the wind before unleashing it.
"Too slow. In a real fight, I won't have time to inhale like that. A few seconds is way too long."
Not to mention, his control over the wind around him Lowered while focusing on the breath attack. That wasn't ideal. Especially since his wind blasts strength in the future won't be far behind sky breath.
"Still… if I refine this, it could be one of my best moves. Not my strongest, but definitely one of the most useful. And if I lower the charge time, it'll be even better."
His thoughts raced with possibilities, ideas for the future. But then—
A crack echoed in the distance.
Luke's heart jumped.
"Shit. Did someone hear that?"
No time to think. He turned and sprinted out of the clearing, moving as fast as he could.
Even as he ran, he couldn't help but grin.
Tonight had been a success.