Kazuma, Rin, and Hiden sit in complete silence, their eyes closed, their breaths synchronizing with the pulse of the earth as if they are part of the very rhythm of the universe itself.
Their translucent auras begin to appear, shimmering around their bodies and flowing from their heads to the soles of their feet, like a thin layer of light giving every movement weight and soul. The air around them moves gently, as if nature itself shares their breathing, and the sand beneath their feet whispers faint sounds with every motion.
The three slowly open their eyes. Kazuma raises his hands in front of him, looking at his palms glowing with strange energy:
"I feel… superhuman…"
Rin, lying on the ground, her body harmonized with the curves of the sand, says as she moves her legs and arms gracefully:
"It's a feeling… I've never felt before. Something… indescribable."
Hiden, with deep calm, closes his eyes for a moment, then adds:
"I've never felt this exhilaration before… as if every particle in my body is breathing energy."
Kazuma raises his gaze to Ten, who stands tall before them, his eyes observing every particle of their auras as if reading the secrets of energy within them:
"Master… I felt the Shin opening before, but today… my feeling is completely different."
Ten, his voice calm yet full of confidence, like a breeze touching the depths of the soul:
"Do not rejoice too much… Opening the Shin is only the beginning. Control and mastery are what make the difference. Without control, your power remains meaningless."
Rin, with sparkling eyes:
"Will we train today on control?"
Ten answers with a gentle smile:
"No, tomorrow will be the time for control."
The camera moves slowly, capturing the sun embracing the sand, and rays of light passing through their auras, time flowing gently as if the desert itself watches them in silence.
The next day, their training extended into the vast desert. Kazuma walks on his hands, his legs raised like sails in the wind, his body bending and balancing with amazing fluidity, every muscle tense with precision, every movement synchronized with his breaths.
Rin, lying on the sand, her head lowered to the ground, her palms buried in it, and her hind legs pushing her body up and down in a flow resembling ocean waves, sweat falling on the sand, sparkling under the sunlight like tiny glass beads, the air around her vibrating with each motion.
Hiden, focused on sensing energy, his transparent aura expanding around him, capturing the faintest vibrations of energy from the earth, sky, and his companions, as if every beam of light reads him and redirects itself inside his body.
As for Kazuma and Rin, they continued their yoga, each breath accompanied by a sense of deep connection with their inner energy, every stretch and contraction moving their auras, which shimmer and ripple around them like a light mist dancing with the sunlight.
Ten stepped forward steadily, his voice cutting through the silence of the desert:
"If you stop now, we will move to the next stage."
Kazuma quickly stood up, his eyes sparkling with excitement:
"Tell me quickly!"
Ten replied with a philosophical tone, as if his words carve their way across the horizon of the desert:
"The next stage is control… From now on, you will keep your auras active for two continuous hours."
Rin, with a challenging and daring smile:
"Isn't that easy?"
Ten smiled with eyes gazing at the open sky:
"We shall see…"
And as they extended into their movements, their energy intertwined with every gust of wind, with every grain of sand, and with every ray of light, making the desert a living stage of energy, spirit, and body, in a scene reflecting the union of humans with the universe at the utmost level of sensation and immersion.
Hiden, Kazuma, and Rin stood upright, their auras shimmering around their bodies like curtains of thin light, flowing from their heads to the soles of their feet. Their breathing was intermittent, each inhale and exhale seeming to test the limits of their bodies' patience. Three minutes passed like an eternity, and Ten spoke in a calm yet sharp voice:
Ten: "What's wrong with you? Are you starting to feel tired? Only three minutes have passed!"
Kazuma, his face dripping with sweat, his eyes looking forward unsteadily, barely coping with the weight of his breathing.
Rin, her chest rising and falling quickly, looks at the sky with eyes full of determination and astonishment:
Rin: "I didn't know controlling this power would be this difficult…"
Hiden, calm by nature, shows a little weakness, swaying steadily but on the verge of collapse.
Four minutes passed, and their auras gradually began to fade around their bodies, until they all fell to the ground, their legs betraying them, their eyes trying to persist.
Rin: (breathing heavily, eyes fixed on the sky) "It was harder than I expected…"
Ten: (voice sharp, yet with mysterious calm) "Today's training is over."
Kazuma, breathing slowly, struggling from exhaustion: "How do you feel?"
Hiden: (calmly, as if the words do not disturb him) "I feel nothing… except fatigue."
Time passed, and the next day came, and the day after, as if time itself tested their will. Rin, Hiden, and Kazuma stood again, their auras shimmering around them, brighter and denser.
Ten: (voice loud, cutting the silence) "One hour has passed."
Not long after, the three fell again, exhaustion overwhelming them like waves engulfing rocks in the sea.
Kazuma: (laughing with a tired voice, yet mixed with a sense of triumph) "We're making progress…"
Rin: "We will become stronger… we will not retreat."
Hiden: (calmly steady) "We're starting to get used to the training."
Ten: (with enthusiasm and determination) "We will train tomorrow…"
Days passed, and each day their training intensified. One hour and twenty minutes, two hours, three hours… each time they stood, their auras shimmered around them, their bodies scratched, training dust covering them, and their sweat flowing as if proof of the resilience of their spirit.
Finally, in the final moment, Ten stood before them, his face radiant with happiness, his eyes carrying an unmistakable pride:
Ten: "You have succeeded… you have reached what you were dreaming of."
The three dropped to their knees for a moment, but they felt the weight of achievement lifting them more than exhaustion, and the earth beneath them breathed with them, as if witnessing the birth of new heroes, ready to face any coming challenge.
Ten sat quietly behind the table, placing a small stone in the center, as if it were the center of the universe in that moment. His hands moved gently, as if every motion carried the weight of wisdom and an ancient secret.
Kazuma looked at the stone with wide eyes, examining it as if it were a window to another world, then slowly said:
– What is the purpose of this stone?
Hiden answered with a calm, deep voice, like the night breeze whispering the secrets of the universe:
– This stone… is to know your type.
Rin stared at the stone with childlike curiosity, her eyes sparkling like small stars:
– I didn't know Shin had types…
Ten smiled gently, then began to explain, his voice carrying philosophical weight as if the words themselves were formed from Shin energy:
– Shin… has six types, and each type has a character that distinguishes its owner from others.
Ten raised his hands above the stone, a faint aura of energy beginning to shimmer in a pale golden color, rotating slowly as if visible winds.
– The first type: Ignitor
Energy fueled by enthusiasm and anger, like internal fuel generating an unextinguishable flame. This fire is not mere heat; it reflects latent passion and spiritual drive, igniting both physical and spiritual worlds alike, like a volcano that never rests.
Kazuma stared with wide eyes, his voice a whisper mixed with admiration:
– Wow… Are there other types?
Ten smiled and continued, his eyes examining the stone as if it were a mirror reflecting human destinies:
– Yes… the Reflector, which converts surrounding energy into a solid barrier, relying on mental calm and control, like a mirror reflecting everything that comes without distortion.
Then the Shifter, flexible energy allowing its owner to change the nature of their elements, between electricity, water, air… a reflection of a renewed mind adapting to every circumstance.
– The Assembler, energy that enables the user to create material entities and tools from the Shin itself… as if building bridges or weapons from empty energy, but it requires unwavering technical focus.
– The Commander, the power of will that enables its owner to influence minds and bodies, releasing an aura of mental and psychological control.
– And finally, the Unique, rare and extraordinary energy patterns that surpass all traditional classifications, linked to personal traits and individual circumstances, capable of performing what the mind cannot predict.
Rin stared with sparkling eyes, her voice full of admiration and amazement:
– And what is the common type?
Ten looked at her with eyes carrying the calm of philosophers and the depth of seas:
– There is no common type… each person has their own type, which cannot be changed.
Rin stared at the stone again, her eyes following Ten's movements as he placed his hands over it. The energy began to rise gradually, a hidden aura coloring subtly, reflecting on their faces as if the stone breathed with them, stimulating the senses: faint metallic scent, soft humming in the ears, a warm pulse passing through their fingers.
Everything in the scene was interconnected, as if the stone itself were a mirror of the soul, waiting for the moment of internal explosion to reveal each one's true type.
Ten sat quietly, unshakable, his body stable like an ancient mountain, while an aura of energy flowed around his hands, shimmering faintly yet full of power, as if the air itself became heavier, whispering its presence. Every small movement created an invisible wave, making the ice at the edge of the table tremble slightly, and the reader feels the echo of energy in their ears.
In front of Ten, Kazuma, Rin, and Hiden stood, eyes fixed on the stone in the center of the table, as if it were a beating heart of another world. The stone began to glow gradually, its aura expanding around it in circular waves, as if breathing. The reflected light on its surfaces drew every expression with remarkable precision, every line on the forehead, every slight tremor.
Kazuma's mouth opened in astonishment, as if the air around him had frozen with admiration, while Rin's curiosity glimmered in her eyes, the energy waves moving her hair as if alive. Hiden remained still, yet absorbed every particle of light, heat, and energy pulses around him, as if part of the very system of the universe.
Then the mystery materialized: on the stone's surface appeared a living photograph, as if a window to another world. Every detail was clear, even particle movements appeared to dance in the air.
Kazuma shouted, his voice trembling between astonishment and anticipation:
– Which type are you?
Ten raised his head proudly, his eyes sparkling, his voice filled with the confidence of a wise man:
– I am of the Assembler type.
Then he added, as if every word were etched by the energy itself in the place:
– Because I can create unique techniques… Remember our battle with Dair? I made hidden cubes, reflecting any strike, as if the earth itself protected the worthy.
A glowing smile appeared on Rin's face:
– I want to try.
Ten nodded, saying:
– You are welcome.
Rin surrounded her palms around the stone, closing her eyes with full focus, feeling heat and cold intertwining through her body, the air becoming heavy, subtle electricity passing through her skin, even her hair beginning to tremble softly. Her aura extended from head to toe, surrounding her completely, as if her whole body became a living stone interacting with the world.
Kazuma watched in astonishment, his voice trembling:
– Nothing is happening…
Ten shook his head calmly, his voice full of wisdom:
– Wait.
The stone began to melt, turning into a sparkling liquid, emitting warm light filling the space, producing a sound of material condensation like whispers from another world, the air suffocating slightly with the energy's heat, subtle vibrations passing through the earth. Rin's eyes widened with astonishment, as if touching a deeper secret than reality itself.
Ten smiled with pride, saying:
– So, you belong to the Shifter type.
Rin raised her face, her joyful smile sparkling in her eyes, feeling power emanate from every particle of her body:
– That's amazing!
Ten added, his voice filled with confidence and knowledge:
– Didn't you know you could use ice? That ability is gone now… You will start from zero, to reshape yourself as you should.
Kazuma muttered, his voice full of astonishment:
– The stone melted…
Ten raised his right hand, holding another stone as if it came from nowhere, while Kazuma muttered:
– By God… where do all these stones come from?
Kazuma surrounded his palms around the stone, closing his eyes, feeling pressure on his chest, an aura expanding around him, subtle vibrations moving through the ground, making everything breathe with accumulated energy.
Kazuma, his voice trembling between tension and anticipation:
– I hope I get a good type…
The stone began to swell, expanding and pulsating as if a living heart, emitting vibrations in the air, heat moving in the space, even the sense of psychological weight increasing around them, as if the entire place shared this moment.
Ten smiled, with calm confidence, saying:
– According to what appears, you belong to the Ignitor type.
Kazuma (clenching his fist firmly, his eyes glowing with excitement):
"Good…"
Hiden stepped forward confidently, beginning to surround his palms with a halo of rocks, as if the earth itself responded to the call of his power.
We see Hiden focused, his body steady like an ancient mountain, tiny rock particles flowing around him quietly yet radiating cosmic weight. Suddenly, the stone begins to transform before our eyes, gradually changing from dark brown to bright yellow, as if the latent spirit inside it began to glow with life.
Ten (voice calm, yet charged with wisdom):
"So you belong to the Shifter type."
Hiden (a faint smile gleaming on his lips):
"I was looking for something stronger…"
Ten (looking at him with eyes carrying a mix of philosophy and warning):
"Do not tamper with that, Hiden. There is no type stronger or weaker by itself. Even the Ignitor, despite its supreme power, if it falls into weak hands, will not know how to invest or direct it. Power is not measured by ability alone, but by how it is used."
The air around them grew heavier, as if gravity itself bent under the weight o
f power, and every small movement created an invisible wave splitting reality. The sounds of rocks transforming blended with heartbeats, making the scene a cinematic tableau pulsing with energy and will.
"Dear readers, thank you for the gifts, and I hope you share your thoughts on the story in the comments."