During the following month, Noah dedicated himself to training his new telekinetic ability. It wasn't just any power; it was the manifestation of his will upon the physical world, and he was determined to master it.
The first week was clumsy and frustrating.
Noah reached out toward a rock the size of his fist. He frowned, concentrating. The rock trembled, rose a few inches, and fell back to the ground with a dull thud.
—Focus… It's no different from moving my own chakra —he murmured to himself.
He tried again. This time, he visualized an invisible hand reaching out from his mind, enveloping the stone. Slowly, the rock rose, wavering, until it floated at eye level.
A smile spread across his face.
For hours, he levitated dozens of rocks, moving them in circles, making them collide with each other, forming patterns in the air. When mental exhaustion overtook him, he rested and tried again.
By the end of the first week, he could already move a dozen rocks the size of his head simultaneously.
In the second week, Noah upped the difficulty.
In front of him, a young tree about five meters tall swayed in the breeze. He reached out his hand, and this time he didn't bother looking directly at it. His eyes remained closed as his mind enveloped the trunk.
The tree creaked. Its roots strained against the earth. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the tree rose, torn from the ground with a wrenching sound. Noah held it suspended in the air for several minutes before gently letting it drop.
—Good. Now, something bigger.
He found a multi-ton stone, a monolith partially buried in the earth. He stood with his back to it, facing the opposite direction. With a sigh, he reached his hand backward, without looking.
The ground behind him creaked. The monolith shuddered, broke free from the soil, and rose with a power that made the air vibrate.
Noah clenched his fist.
CRACK!
The stone exploded into a thousand fragments that rained down around him, but Noah didn't even blink.
In the third week, Noah learned to fly.
At first it was clumsy, lifting himself just a few meters off the ground before falling onto his back. But soon he discovered that if he enveloped himself with the same power he used to move objects, he could propel himself in any direction.
One night, he decided to test his limits.
He rose above the trees, then above the mountains. The air quickly turned freezing. Luckily, he had anticipated this: a thick coat, leather gloves, and a linen cap protected him from the biting cold.
He ascended higher and higher. The forest shrank to a pinpoint of light. The clouds enveloped him, and he passed through them like a ghost. The temperature plummeted, but his telekinetic field deflected the wind, allowing him to maintain control.
When he broke through the troposphere, the sky turned a deep, almost black blue. The stars shone with overwhelming clarity.
And then he saw it.
An airplane.
Noah accelerated, flying parallel to one of the windows.
Inside, a small child was gazing absently outside. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw Noah floating there, his coat puffed up by the wind and a playful smile on his face.
—Mom! Mom, look! There's a boy flying! —shouted the little one, tapping his mother's shoulder.
The woman, a brown-haired woman, looked up from her book with a tired expression.
—Honey, boys can't fly. You must be imagining things.
—But I really saw him! —insisted the child, pointing at the window.
When the mother leaned over to look, there was nothing but distant clouds and the silver moon.
Noah was already far below, diving steeply toward the forest, grinning from ear to ear.
In his fourth week of training, Noah mastered weather control.
Standing in a forest clearing, he raised both hands toward the night sky. His mind spread out like an invisible net, catching the electrical charges in the clouds, pulling them in and concentrating them.
The wind began to swirl around him. The clouds gathered into a single point directly above him.
—Come —he whispered.
BOOM!
A lightning bolt fell from the sky, striking a group of trees twenty meters away. The wood exploded into charred splinters. Noah laughed, excited like a child with a new toy.
He raised his hand again. Another lightning bolt. Then another. Soon, a thunderstorm roared around him, each impact pulverizing trees one after another.
When he finished, the clearing was bare, the ground smoking and covered in ash.
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But the most impressive power, the one he enjoyed the most, was psychic explosions.
Noah raised his hand, forming the shape of a gun with his fingers. He aimed at a sturdy tree with a wide trunk and a lush canopy. He closed one eye, like a marksman calculating his shot.
—Bang!
With the imaginary sound of a trigger, his mind contracted and released a concentrated burst of telekinetic energy. The tree split in half with a thunderous crack, the wood torn apart as if an invisible beast had sunk its claws into it.
—Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three more trees fell.
For protection, Noah developed his dermal force field.
One afternoon, while levitating several rocks, one of them lost his mental grip and fell directly toward him. In a fraction of a second, his mind reacted. An invisible layer of psychic energy spread over his skin like a second epidermis.
The rock hit his shoulder and deflected without touching him.
Noah breathed a sigh of relief.
—It's active, not passive —he murmured, rubbing his shoulder—. I have to be aware of danger to activate it. If I'm caught off guard…
He didn't want to think about that.
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At the end of the month, Noah sat on top of a hill, gazing at the half-destroyed forest in the distance.
He had noticed something important during those weeks of training. Having acquired this ability while his brain was still in its early childhood, the power didn't feel forced or strange. It grew with him, like a natural extension of his body, becoming clearer and more precise with each passing day.
He closed his eyes and extended his mind. He felt every leaf on the trees, every stone buried underground, every dewdrop on the grass.
If that trend continued, he thought his telekinetic power would become as immense as that of certain individuals he remembered from his past life. Perhaps, someday, comparable to Jean Grey without the Phoenix Force.
But that was for the future.
For now, the man with the body of a six-year-old boy, with more than enough power to rewrite this world, smiled under the moonlight and let himself fall onto his back on the grass, exhausted but satisfied.