The morning haze in Saffron shimmered like pale glass when the sun first reached the city's rooftops. Even now, after more than a month in this place, I could feel that strange stillness that hung in the air which is something that vibrated quietly under the surface, like invisible threads pulled by unseen hands.
Psychic energy. That's what Mr. Fujita called it.
To everyone else, it was just another form of power. But to him, to Sabrina, and now… to me, it was breath itself.
I stood barefoot on the wooden floor of the training chamber, eyes closed. The polished surface hummed faintly under me or maybe that was my pulse.
"Breathe," Fujita's voice said calmly from across the room. "Don't chase the sensation. Let it come to you. Feels it with your every breath."
"I'm trying," I muttered, sweat already tracing down my temple.
"You're thinking too loudly again." His tone wasn't scolding, but it carried that sharp weight only an experienced teacher could wield. "Psychic energy is not something you command through will. It's something you invite."
I let out a slow exhale. Around me, the air felt heavier, charged, as if the room itself was watching. Through the half-open windows, I could see my Pokémon in the courtyard.
Chikorita practicing Vine Whip drills with Ivysaur, while Nidorino rammed against reinforced boulders to build endurance. Electabuzz, as usual, supervised from the side, occasionally sparking a warning whenever someone slacked and he is constantly controlling his electric energy output. Kirlia stood beside Alakazam who's a Mr.Fujita ace pokemon, her posture elegant and calm, both of them surrounded by shimmering psychic light. The two looked like a reflection of mentor and student.
Kirlia caught me glancing and tilted her head slightly, as if telling me focus.
I gave a small grin. "Got it."
Mr. Fujita approached, his footsteps silent on the wooden planks. His eyes, sharp and kind at once, regarded me with that same unreadable calm. "Tell me what you feel."
I hesitated. "It's… like static. Buzzing somewhere in my chest. Sometimes it feels heavy, other times it just… disappears."
"That's because your emotions scatter the flow," Fujita said. "Psychic energy forms from mental resonance which is focus, emotion, memory, and the bond between yourself and your Pokémon. Most humans have it, but they lack the discipline to hear it."
He placed a small crystalline prism on the floor between us. It shimmered faintly pink in the light.
"Touch it," he instructed.
The moment my fingers brushed the surface, warmth spread up my arm. For a brief second, I could see colors which is faint trails of colorful light, like soft waves, floating from me toward the prism.
Fujita smiled. "Your aura synchronization has improved."
I blinked, half in disbelief. "That's… psychic energy?"
"That's your energy," he corrected. "Psychic power is only a shape that energy can take. You, of all people, carry more than one kind."
He circled around me like a scientist studying a rare find. "Fire, grass, electricity… even dragon traces. Your connection with your team is merging with your own aura. That's dangerous if left uncontrolled. It's also the first time I see someone like you."
I glanced at my hands. The faint glow was already fading. "So what happens if I lose control?"
Fujita's smile didn't falter, but his tone softened. "Then your own power will eat at you. It's not the strength that destroys people, William. It's the chaos within it."
He straightened, folding his hands behind his back. "Sabrina, would you show him?"
From the far corner, the sound of a chair scraping. Sabrina rose wordlessly from where she'd been sitting, expression calm, eyes unreadable as ever. Even now, after weeks of being around her, her presence felt… dense. It wasn't the kind of intimidation that came from hostility. It was just that she existed differently, as if reality bent a little near her.
She walked toward the center of the room, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear. "You sure?" she asked her father.
He nodded. "He needs to see what power without balance looks like."
Sabrina exhaled, then extended her hand toward a row of metal spheres stacked near the wall which are the psychic training weights. They were heavy, made to test telekinetic focus.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the air rippled.
The floorboards vibrated under my feet. Every metal sphere levitated, first an inch, then a meter, then spun into the air in a perfect spiral. My stomach dropped. It wasn't just movement of psychic energy and it was precision on a molecular level. The spheres glowed violet, orbiting around her like planets caught in a gravitational pull.
Her eyes glimmered red for a heartbeat. I could feel it that cold weight of overwhelming psychic energy pressing against my skin, like standing in a storm with nowhere to hide. I bit my tongue and steadied my breath.
Then she snapped her fingers.
The spheres exploded outward, each stopping exactly one inch before touching the walls, frozen in perfect stillness.
A single bead of sweat ran down my neck.
Fujita chuckled softly. "That… is control. And yet, even she once struggled."
Sabrina lowered her hand, the color fading from her eyes. She looked toward me, and for the first time since we met, her voice carried something faintly human. "Don't try to imitate it," she said quietly. "Find your own center first."
I nodded, still catching my breath. "Noted."
Fujita clapped once. "That's enough for today. William continues your grounding exercises. Sabrina, assist Alakazam with the Pokémon."
She gave a short nod and turned away, her boots echoing softly against the floor. I followed her gaze to the courtyard where Alakazam was meditating mid-air, surrounded by flickering psychic particles, while Kirlia floated beside him, her arms raised in delicate rhythm. The synchronization between them was mesmerizing which is like two currents finding one flow.
I stepped outside a few minutes later, greeted by warm sunlight and the earthy scent of grass. My team had finished their drills and now sweat, sparks, and chlorophyll all mixed in the air. Electabuzz crossed his arms, nodding toward me with that familiar smirk of "you survived again" expression.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said, chuckling. "She almost made my brain explode."
Eevee trotted up and hopped onto my shoulder, tail flicking. "Vee!"
"You're getting heavier," I teased. She just yipped, smug as ever.
Kirlia turned toward me, her eyes glowing faintly blue. Her telepathic voice brushed through my mind like a whisper.
'You did better today.'
I smiled faintly. "Thanks. Looks like you're doing great too."
She gave a modest shrug before returning to Alakazam's side. The older psychic floated closer and handed me a small notebook with his spoon. Scribbled notes in neat handwriting filled the pages which are energy balancing patterns, emotional synchronization charts and so on.
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