I should lay out a road map, or a list of things to do and accomplish. After all, I now have a busted passive ability, Jack of all Trades. I can't afford to be lazy anymore. I sit down, pondering what I should do. After a few minutes, I came up with a crazy idea. I've decided to spend the next year training myself in various subjects and fields. Since I can learn at an inhuman pace, I should put it to good use.
2 Nights later…
If I pull 2 all-nighters in a row, I can learn a whole curriculum. I should do this so I can learn every subject ahead of time, maybe if I even cut down on mealtime, I can possibly be even more efficient. I probably shouldn't do that, though. I still need to keep myself healthy. It's about time for winter break around now, so I'll use this to be as productive as possible. I should also make time to work out, so then maybe I can also get into shape to match my physical prowess.
After Winter Break…
It's now the year 2023, as every year, nothing special happened on break, or during New Years. Just a normal day, but I did take a break during New Year's and New Year's Eve because the eve is when my birthday is. I just turned 17. I can see a few gains now. I have a few veins showing up on my hand, and it's slowly branching up. I've also taken up chess, and I'm ranked top 20 in the nation. It's January 2nd now, and I gotta get back to training.
A Month Later…
School is a breeze, I already know the whole curriculum, and I'm getting above 98 on all of my classes. I don't even have to focus on what the teacher is saying. I still haven't made that many friends, only got one other dude with me. Meet Clyde Morrison, my best friend of 7 years. The only other guy who knows I'm an unofficial Enchanted, is this guy. Unlike me, average looking and nothing special, this guy is built, with 6 pack abs, pretty good grades, great hair, and gets all the girls. How does one do this? I don't know, but what I do know is that I trust this guy with my life.
"Yo, what's up?" Clyde asks casually.
"Are you asking about me or what I'm doing?" I ask, walking next to him.
"Both," he responds.
"Well, I'm doing okay for the most part, and my routine is just about set for the rest of the year," I responded.
We continue walking and talking when a girl walks by and waves hello. I was about to wave back when I realized she was waving to the guy next to me. I look over and see him waving back with a smile on his face. I punched him in the stomach.
"Playboy," I say with an annoyed look.
He falls to the ground with his hand on his stomach.
"What am I supposed to do about it!" He says, smirking.
He catches up next to me and we continue talking about how things are going.
"It's a shame we don't have any classes together, huh?" He says.
"Yeah, but I like the quietness I have without you, though,"
"Aww, how cold, you're like a little tsundere, but deep down I know that you love me very much," He says with a big grin.
"Shut up, Clyde. I'm amazed you even know what that is".
I walk to my next class and sit down, preparing to doze off once again.
I get woken up 15 minutes later to an alarm, and the intercom blaring "Lockdown, locks, lights, out of sight! This is not a drill!"
What? Not a drill? I should just follow procedures for now and go hide in the corner. But just in case, I reach into my bag and take out a few small, square shaped looking things and attach one to the outside of each of my shoes. A few minutes go by, and no noises are being made by anyone inside or outside the room. Suddenly, we hear footsteps, loud ones, as if someone wants to be heard. They seem to stop in front of our door, and then silence. One thing I forgot to mention is that an Enchanted person can sense another if they are close enough. I knew as soon as he reached the door, he was no normal person.
"Everyone, scatter! The person's an–!"
The door breaks down and goes flying across the room. I take a look around, no one seems to be looking at the intruder. No one could see him anyway because of the smoke at the doorframe, and they instead appear to be focusing on finding a hiding spot. The smoke settles down, and the intruder is revealed. It appears to be a middle-aged man with a slight mustache and beard growing. His eyes appear red and veiny, looking as if he had no sleep, and he has small flames coming out of his hands and drifting upward. He walks into the room slowly, wobbling slightly and observing the room. That's when I realized: the weird walk, bloodshot eyes — He's drunk!
"I can smell you, Enchanted," the drunken man says, slurring his voice.
He lifts his hand and points it in a random direction ahead of him, hitting a wall and making a small crater. He points his hand in another direction, this time pointing at a group of girls. They scream and scatter, but one is left behind, frozen with fear. He shoots a flaming ball, sending it straight to her face. Just before it makes contact, I jump in the path and redirect the fiery ball off its trajectory, landing a couple of inches away from the girl's face and the wall behind her. The palms of my hands are left burned from the heat, but I ignore the pain.
"I'm right here," I say, clenching my fists and bringing them up into a fighting stance, each hand next to my face.
The drunken man begins preparing another attack, raising his hands and charging up fire, but I've already caught on to how his attacks work: he uses mostly ranged combat. From the stance he takes to the attacks he's taken so far, even though it's only two. I dash toward the man, keeping low and vaulting over tables in swift succession. He takes a swing, attempting a futile strike, but I've already closed the gap and I'm up to his torso.
I take a small squat and lock one of my fists at my waist before jumping up, releasing the fist into an uppercut straight to the man's jaw that seemed as if it came down from the 5th layer of hell itself. He's momentarily in the air, not too far off the ground, but far enough that I land before him. I seize the opportunity to jump back into the air, right in front of him, and prepare for a left-handed punch straight to his face, but the man brings his hands up, pointing them straight at my chest. He continued charging his attack, ignoring the uppercut I delivered earlier, and he's now finished.
"Son of a–"
Flames erupted from the man's hands, sending me flying straight across the room into the whiteboard. There's now a dent in the wall, cracks branching out from the crater caused by my impact. I sit there, clutching my now burned chest in pain and coughing up blood. The front of my shirt is torn, and my upper body is exposed. Oddly enough, I feel a little shy, but I must push those thoughts aside.
The voices in my head begin whispering, and memories begin to play like a camera roll. Scenes of war and death flash before me, before coming to an abrupt halt.
"I'm going to make sure none of your loved ones recognize your body, " the drunken man says, laughing at me.
"Loved ones? Which ones are you talking about?" I ask, slowly standing up from the ground while clutching my chest.
A small blue box appears in front of me.
"Sub-Enchant 'Master of One' activated. Time remaining: 14 seconds"
"I can't even love my parents, let alone myself". I hold my hands out to my sides and begin drawing electricity from the outlets and the lights. White streaks that appear to be lightning fly back and forth between my fingers and the two silver things on my shoes. Those are batteries, although homemade ones, but they can store electricity to some extent. The lights flicker and eventually die, signaling that the electricity is out. I stop and begin drawing from the batteries; the lightning streaks go up into my hands, dancing between my fingers.
I point two fingers at the man, and begin drawing the shape of a bow with the streaks of electricity from the two fingers of the other hand. I turn my left hand to the side, palm facing up, so the bow takes the appearance of a crossbow. I make the motion of drawing an arrow from my back, before loading it onto the crossbow of white sparks and streaks. I pull back the string of lightning where the arrow sits before releasing the arrow.
"Jackpot,"
The man tries to shoot a desperate fireball, but my arrow immediately pierces through it, hitting a direct shot straight into the man's chest, sending him flying. I tried to make it non-lethal so I don't get into any legal trouble later, hopefully it works.
My knees buckle and I collapse, hitting the floor with a thud. My vision blurs, and the next thing I know, I'm in a hospital bed, with the president of the U.S at my side.