Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 18: Aura Sky-Blue



The next psychic to get up was Xavier. In his arms, he carried a notebook and a black pencil. Bianca looked at him with a smile and rested her chin on her hands.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"As you know, my aura is sky blue," said Xavier, leaning his notebook on the desk and opening it.

'Sky blue aura...' thought Luke with narrowed eyes.

In the initial explanation Edgar gave him about auras he said nothing about the sky blue aura. Later, he explained to him the existence of this type of aura which would be the ninth.

The sky-blue aura was rare among psychics, so it was generally not counted among the main auras. Not because it was weaker, but because of its rarity.

Out of every 1,000 psychics only one would possess a sky-blue aura. That is its rarity. However, it wasn't as rare as possessing a double aura.

The sky-blue aura was associated with artistic expression and creativity. Psychics with this aura channel their energy into their works of art. Be it music, paintings, drawings, writing, etc.

Luke remembers that Xavier could make his art come to life. Without wasting any more time Xavier drew a spider in his notebook. Within seconds the spider came to life and emerged from the paper in 3D form.

Everyone was amazed at this. The spider was moving. It had life, although it looked very fragile.

"Amazing," praised the professor, and the whole room began to applaud enthusiastically. "Thank you," said Xavier with a slight smile and returned to his seat.

'He doesn't look very strong, but in the future, he draws the Hyde's claw that came to life and attack him,' thought Luke, respecting Xavier more. He knows that Xavier just like him is a person who will possess a dual aura. Also, he possesses a strange sky-blue aura.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he remembered that Xavier had precognitive dreams. That is a violet aura.

Everyone knew that Xavier's father was a famous psychic: Vincent Thorpe. The Thorpe family was also a famous outcast family like the Poe's, although they were not nearly extinct.

It is known that Xavier's father possesses psychic visions that go into the violet aura. So Xavier got both his father's aura and his mother's aura. The latter must possess a sky-blue

aura.

Although Xavier's sky blue aura ability is not very strong in the future he could become very proficient in varied situations including combat.

The psychic students kept passing by. Their abilities were no big deal. They were barely developed much different than Luke's. Xavier and Rowan were the best not counting Luke.

There was one girl who possessed a green aura, but she could barely heal a useless not very deep cut at the moment.

'They're no big deal,' Luke thought. Before when he lived in the orphanage he didn't have a standard of his powers. He didn't know if they were strong, weak, or average, but now he knew.

He was above average for his age and by a large margin. Rowan could move 40kg, and he could move 180kg. A huge difference. It could be due to his soul being reborn and more powerful or whatever.

"At last... Sabrina Jones," called the teacher, and a girl stood up and began to walk toward the center desk.

The girl was of average height with a small physique. She had short wavy blonde hair. Fair skin, bright green eyes, and a delicate figure. She had a confident smile and walked confidently to the desk.

Sabrina, like Bianca, was one of Luke's most popular girls of the year. Her aura was a cross between Bianca and Enid. Kind to everyone and proud.

Luke straightened up from his seat and looked at Sabrina more seriously. Earlier the girl had said she possessed an orange aura. Meaning elemental manipulation. One of the most useful auras for combat is next to yellow.

He was curious about what element Sabrina would control and on what scale. Though he wasn't expecting much seeing everyone else.

"You may begin. Be careful," said the teacher, as he didn't know what element Sabrina would

use.

Sabrina nodded vaguely and opened her hand. A spark of orange energy began to form in the palm of her hand, glowing with a hot glow. The energy condensed within seconds taking the form of a dancing, sparkling sphere of fire in Sabrina's hand.

The fireball was the size of a soccer. Everyone gawked at Sabrina's demonstration as she looked at everyone with a confident smile. The temperature in the room had risen several degrees because of the fireball.

"Amazing. Pyrokinesis" praised the professor with awe and sweat on his forehead.

Pyrokinesis is the power to generate, control, and manipulate fire. Luke looked at the fireball more seriously than before. Was there such a talented student in the Nevermore series?

With this level of skill, she could have taken on Crackstone when he came back from the dead or Hyde.

'There are several psychics who didn't make it out on Wednesday and could have done something against the old man that one,' Luke thought.

'Either that or I can't trust 100% of the series,' thought Luke.

With perfect control, the fireball in Sabrina's hand disappeared, and the temperature began to drop. The room erupted in applause, and Sabrina returned to her seat with a condescending smile. On the way, she glanced at Luke, but he was deep in thought.

'Another student at an intermediate level. There are two monsters in this class' thought the professor in amazement.

After the 'Psychic Powers' class Luke went to the room where the Fencing class was being held.

In the locker room, he changed clothes. In fencing, they used a mask that protects the head and face from possible blows. It is made of a sturdy metal mesh that allows good vision and ventilation in addition to protection.

A padded jacket that covers the student's torso and arms. To absorb impacts and protect against thrusts and cuts during combat. Gloves and pants are made of a resistant material.

"Gather around, everyone. We have already finished learning the basic positions and moves. Today, we will have a practice fight. Take your swords and choose a partner," said Professor Vlad. An elegant man with short brown hair and light eyes.

The fencing swords they use for practice are designed to be lighter and more flexible, with a blunt tip and a blade that has no edge.

Luke took the sword and watched as everyone chose their partners and stood at attention awaiting the professor's command. A grimace formed on his face at the sight. He hated

activities in pairs.

He would be left without a partner, and the professor would look at him with pity while the others made fun of how lonely he was. Previously he never went through this situation as he had Tom, but so far he didn't make a single friend at Nevermore.

"Luke. Do you want to practice with me?" asked Enid, approaching with a smile and dressed in her white fencing outfit.

"Fine," replied Luke more relieved as he wouldn't be the center of attention for being a loner with no friends. The latter didn't bother him, he was annoyed at being the center of attention. Despite Luke's disinterested and rude attitude, Enid kept trying to make conversation with him. You could say that, out of all the students, Luke treated Enid better than the others. Only because he knew her personality was real since he watched the Wednesday series. Otherwise, he would think Enid is a hypocrite who wants to be friends with everyone. Enid noticed Luke's subtle changes. His answers were getting better and better and he didn't seem as disinterested as before, even if only a little. So, she was happy about her

advancement.

Why was she doing it? Because she was interested in Luke. Not because of his famous last name and the fame he had for his successful book. She couldn't deny that she was a fan since she liked Carrie so much, but that wasn't what mattered to her.

What appealed to her most about Luke was his authenticity. He was a real person. Not fake, neither in real life nor on social media. In the photos he uploaded he always had the same unfriendly face. He doesn't show a mask like most people.

Besides, she knew Luke was kind unlike what others think. He thanked her when she saved him and even wanted to wipe her handkerchief.

She felt that Luke like her was authentic. Both with very different personalities, but authentic.

'I must close the gap on him today,' Enid thought decisively, and put on her helmet. "Everyone in position. Use the moves we learned. Ready? Begin!" exclaimed Professor Vlad.

Luke was on guard an important position they learned these days. In this position at any time

he could attack, defend, or move.

When the professor gave the signal he began to march toward Enid at a moderate pace.

Enid did not stand still and also began to advance with her eyes on Luke and her senses at maximum. When they were at a close distance Luke was the first to attack.

He stretched out his front leg lunging forward, and at the same time, his back leg pushed forward as well. At that instant, he stretched out his sword arm and reached a maximum

extension point in the air.

Enid was surprised by Luke's perfect attack, which, although they were basic movements, he had executed to perfection. She was not the only one surprised. Professor Vlad watched closely as Luke's attack was executed perfectly.

To Luke's surprise, Enid at the last moment dodged his lunge by taking a quick step

backwards. The girl did not stand still and quickly attacked. Her technique was not as exquisite as Luke's, but her power and speed were greater.

Luke, thanks to landing on the heel of his front leg, had the strength to barely defend himself

from Enid's attack. He quickly returned to the guard position and began to defend himself and

dodge Enid's violent attacks.

'This girl has no technique whatsoever' thought Luke dodging a lunge that passed mere

inches from his face.

Although she had no technique, Enid's speed and strength were incredible. If Luke hadn't gone through Natasha's hellish training, he would have lost in just a few moves.

He had to defend and counterattack depending on his perfect technique. Enid despite her imperfect guard had impressive reflexes and great instincts. She always managed to defend herself at the last second.

The practice fight between Luke and Enid lasted ten minutes. It was the most intense of all

and the most professional.

Luke could not keep up. Enid's endurance was superior to his. Advantages of having the superior physique of a werewolf. At one point he couldn't maintain his perfect technique and

lost.

"You win..." said Luke, taking off his helmet and sitting down wearily. It was a frantic ten minutes. He never thought that after going through Natasha's hellish training he would be

physically tired.

"That was a great fight. You have perfect technique," Enid said in surprise as she took off her helmet and sat down next to Luke.

She was tired too, though not as tired as Luke. She knew her physique was superior to the

other outcasts since she was a werewolf. She was surprised Luke could last this long and at several points thought he would lose.

"Your instincts are amazing," Luke praised, taking Enid by surprise.

A wide grin broke out on Enid's face. It was the first time Luke had ever praised her. This was a

breakthrough for her.

"Although with your psychic abilities, the combat would have been different," said Enid not knowing why she wanted to cheer Luke up.

"A loss is a loss," said Luke. He had a high ego, but he knew how to accept when he lost.

"Another fight?" asked Enid, standing up and reaching out to Luke.

"Fine," nodded Luke, accepting Enid's hand and standing up.

Their relationship improved. They were both growing closer for the same reason. Because

they knew their personalities were authentic.

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