"Good, all 131 Espers of the October batch have made it here," The middle-aged lady, Madam Rizenne smiled, taking a glance at Jyorta. She then pressed a button on the remote held in her hands, flashing the image of a human on the screen behind her.
The image looked blank, like a shadow, save for the white dot on the glabella. Madam Rizenne motioned for their attention, "Everyone, concentrate on the area highlighted in white. You can close your eyes for improved focus."
As everyone silently enacted her instructions, Madam Rizenne continued, "I'll give pointers personally to each of you, one by one. Until then, just focus on the ntioned area."
Madam Rizenne jumped down from the dais, her body gently descending to the floor, producing no sounds. There seed to be a gap of a millitre between the ground and the soles of her footwear, ensuring no sounds were produced when she walked.
A boy sat on the seat in the first row, situated to the left extre, his eyes closed, trying to focus. Madam Rizenne stood before him, placing her forefinger on his glabella, "I will suppress your psychic energy now. Concentrate on the feeling and get used to it. When you get the idea, you would be able to control the leakage of your psychic energy at will."
As the boy tersely nodded, Madam Rizenne emitted a gentle fluctuation of psychic energy from her fingertips, spreading it over his skin, swerving to block all contact with the surroundings. The boy imdiately experienced a suffocating sensation, feeling his psychic energy being blocked, preventing it from seeping out.
A second later, Madam Rizenne retracted her psychic energy, noticing his psychic energy leaking out once again. Her gaze filled with patience, she said, "We will do it again. Don't worry; you can take your ti to get a feel of it. The first ti is the greatest hurdle."
As she instructed the boy, occasionally sending a glare at the students who peeked in her direction with curiosity, Madam Rizenne made a ntal calculation. After 27 tis, the boy finally got a hang of the feeling, beginning to gain control over the leakage of his psychic energy.
"Take the sa steps and you will soon be able to prevent your psychic energy from leaking out. It is just a matter of getting used to it from now on." Madam Rizenne smiled, discretely sending two of her psychic arms over to the podium.
Placed above it was a register, a pen lay next to it, its cap open, showcasing the pointed nib. A psychic arm flipped through the pages, stopping at a na, the face affixed next to it belonging to the boy she had just instructed. The other psychic arm picked up the pen, scribbling the number '27' under a certain column.
The page was then flipped over, stopping before the details of another boy, the next person that Madam Rizenne began instructing. The process was slow, with each student consuming at least 10-15 minutes, taking nurous tries to get accustod to the feeling.
Jyorta closed his eyes, using his blue soul, going through the information stored in it. Using the connection between the blue soul and the brain, he accessed the information, morising everything until they were at his finger-tips, ready to recall at a mont's notice.
'Academic knowledge takes priority, followed by the information sister has imparted to over the past year and a half. I should go through them as many tis as possible, making prepared to recall them even while asleep or in a drowsy state.'
With a thought, he switched the vision of the blue soul, feeling the world around him turn dark. His blue soul was massive, crystal clear, and radiating a blue hue. Hovering next to his blue soul was a wisp, the subsoul originating from his Wisdom Parasite.
He could also sense 8 other souls in his periphery, their sizes relatively similar, and the degree of their murkiness varying with each other. Hovering beside them were tiny wisps, looking almost transparent, except for faint murkiness that steadily perated through them.
He felt an intense stench, filled with a myriad of thoughts and emotions, the desires of their selves entrenched into their souls, weighing them down.
'The three students to my front, the three to my back, the one on my right and finally, the one on my left, belonging to Haesha.' Jyorta focused his gaze on Haesha's soul, looking at the murky mass, the rings embedded into them being nurous.
'It seems she has a lot of pressure placed on her. There is also ambition, desire, apprehension, and other feelings, pressing down on her.' Jyorta retracted the vision of his blue soul, not intending to do anything.
He had to be careful in the military academy. Even though there didn't exist any individual who could sense his soul, he still didn't want to take his chances. After all, he didn't know the details of the myriad Skills that existed in this world.
Two hours later, Madam Rizenne finished instructing Haesha, her smile turning wider, the difference being minuscule. She then noticed Jyorta sitting in peace, not emitting a trace of psychic energy. One of her psychic arms flipped through the register on the podium, pulling up his information.
'He's the scion of the Bone Family. No wonder," She nodded, patting his head a couple of tis, proceeding towards the next student. Jyorta opened his eyes, feeling surprised at the sudden head pat, trailing his gaze to her back. He then closed his eyes, continuing the process of surfing through his mories.
'Even if I were to forget it, the information stored in my blue soul will never be erased. This enables to go through them again and again, as many tis as necessary until it becos a part of my muscle mory. This is a major advantage.' A smile crept on his face as Jyorta indulged in his thoughts.
He then focused in the area of his head, feeling the nurous connections that spanned between his soul and his body, trailing like a complicated web, the network looking complex. He trailed his gaze over each strand, going towards the part of his body it connected to, repeating the process until the mory beca etched deep in his brain.
A wise man once said, "The fastest thing in this world is a thought. A thought can travel the universe in the span of a second."
'If I beco well versed in them, I can recall the contents within an instant when necessary; it would be of great help to in the future. There has never been an instance in history where information failed to be of use. The difference between a human and an animal is how well they can make use of the available information and gain an advantage in their quest for life.'
As he continued to morise all of his connections, he ca across a part of his body that hadn't ford a connection with his soul. It was a tiny, white crystal, the size of a rice grain. It had a stripe on its surface, the single line dividing it into two halves.
'Brain Crystal!' With a thought, he extended a tendril from his soul, intending to form a connection with it. Without any surprise, the tendril ford a connection with the Brain Crystal, beginning to sap the energy stored in it.
Noticing the situation, and feeling a small increase in the size of his soul, Jyorta hurriedly severed the connection, 'So, I can directly make use of the energy from the Brain Crystal. Does this an that I would be able to use my corrosion ability to a greater extent? I can't wait to try it out.'
Jyorta turned excited, unable to control his excitent. His hands turned jittery while a wide, stupid grin ford on his face. He then rembered the warnings of his sister and grandfather, reining in his emotions.
'I will patiently wait until I graduate from here. After all, I do have the ti to spare. Moreover, I have just begun my journey as an Esper. There are many things that I will co to know of in the future.' His mind turned calr but the stupid grin on his face refused to fade away, his body being more honest than his mind.
11:30 AM, finished with instructing everyone, Madam Rizenne appeared atop the dais, "You will be having a 30 minutes break. After that, you are to assemble in the auditorium of the Head office building. There, you will be having a collective lecture on history with the Warriors."
Saying her piece, she exited through a door beside the dais, her gaze steady, showing zero signs of exhaustion.
"I feel like Madam Rizenne is stronger than she lets on. What do you think, Jyorta?" Haesha rubbed her eyes, getting accustod to the light. She then noticed Jyorta flashing a foolish grin, despite his eyes sporting a look of seriousness, painting a comical sight.
"My sister had once comnted on this topic," Jyorta took a couple of seconds to think, recalling the incident, "She said that Madam Rizenne was the person to take charge in the dical Corps during the absence of Madam Mary. I don't have an inkling of her actual strength but, I know that she is soone with a lot of weight in our city."
"I need to work harder," Haesha clenched her fists, her expression filled with determination.
Jyorta felt his stomach rumble, having not eaten any breakfast. Going without food in this period will have a negative influence on his body. After all, the Wisdom Parasite in him used the energy from the food to nurture his brain and develop his powers as an Esper.
"Let us quickly grab so food before heading there, okay?" Jyorta turned around, asking for her opinion.
"Sure, I don't mind. We have free ti for the next 30 minutes anyway." Haesha replied, thinking of the ways to make use of her ti, her thoughts churning towards her goals.
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