Chapter 4: Chapter 4: "Hidden Powers"
The haunting memories of those unexplainable events clung to Isuze's every thought, like an unsolved puzzle that beckoned him. In that very classroom, it was as if a doorway to a world of enigmas and revelations had swung wide open, blurring the lines between what was real and the extraordinary. Isuze now stood on the very edge of an exhilarating odyssey into the uncharted territories of the unknown.
Isuze! ISUZE?" the professor called out, annoyance seeping into their voice.
Startled, Isuze snapped back to reality and hastily stood up. His thoughts had carried him away from the classroom.
"Was I giving a lecture from outside the window?" the professor asked with a blend of amusement and irritation. Laughter erupted throughout the classroom, and Isuze felt a tinge of embarrassment.
"I'm truly sorry, sir," he stammered, his face tinged with a hint of redness. Despite the laughter, the professor's smile indicated that Isuze's occasional escapades from the classroom had amused rather than angered the teacher.
After a grueling few hours of classes, Isuze was finally free from the confines of the lecture hall. As Isuze stood up and gazed at his watch, the weight of the past 24 hours pressed down on him like a heavy fog. He knew he needed to head home early today, not just because he was physically exhausted, but because he had an overwhelming urge to understand the mysterious occurrences that had taken place. Could he possess some extraordinary power, or was it all just a coincidence?
Mida, a fellow classmate, couldn't help but notice Isuze's troubled expression. Concern etched across his face, he decided to give Isuze some space, silently exiting the classroom with a furrowed brow, wondering what was troubling his friend.
With his bag slung over his shoulder, Isuze retrieved his phone and dialed his manager, Mr. Mike. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Hello, Mr. Mike. I'm feeling really low today, and I think I need to take a leave for the day."
Mr. Mike's reassuring voice came through the phone, "Of course, Isuze. Your well-being is important to us. Take the day to rest and recharge. We'll see you tomorrow. Take care."
"See you, Mr. Mike," Isuze replied, relieved that his manager understood and cared for him. With a deep breath, he left the classroom, ready to confront the mysteries of his life, one step at a time.
As Isuze left his university, he couldn't help but notice the cherry blossom tree, its delicate green leafs transitioning into shades of red and gold ."Ah, autumn is on its way," Isuze thought, acknowledging the beauty of nature's changing seasons as he continued on his path.
His gaze shifted to the city streets, where the rhythm of life was palpable. The crowds swarmed like worker ants, each person absorbed in their own world, some buried in their phones, others marching to the beat of their daily routines.
"Really, there are so many people in this city, all engrossed in their work," Isuze observed, overwhelmed by the bustling urban landscape.
Amidst the bustling city, the streets buzzed with cars and motorcycles, their engines blending into a symphony of urban life. Isuze's eyes fell on the shortest route to his house, a road less traveled by him. Yet today, an inexplicable urge led him down that very path.
With every step he took, Isuze delved deeper into the memories of the inexplicable incidents he had recently experienced. The questions swirled in his mind, begging for answers.
As Isuze continued along the unfamiliar route, the mysteries of the past 24 hours weighed heavily on his mind. The question echoed within him, "Do I really have some kind of power?" His thoughts swirled like a storm as he contemplated the implications of his inexplicable experiences.
The memory of the accident played in his mind like a reel of uncertainty. "How did I survive that accident?" he pondered, baffled by the miraculous escape that had no logical explanation.
"Is there a way to activate whatever this power might be?" Isuze's thoughts raced, his mind a labyrinth of wonder and trepidation.
Amidst Isuze's swirling thoughts and the bustling city, the abrupt cry shattered the silence.
"NO! Listen to me, I can give you money, how much do you want, just tell me?" a man implored, his words a desperate plea for something that remained a mystery to Isuze.
The sudden cry cut through the ambient city noise, drawing Isuze's attention away from his introspective thoughts. His eyes focused on the middle-aged man with long, disheveled black hair and broken glasses, who appeared frantic, desperately offering money as if to bargain for his life.
However, what truly shook Isuze to the core were the ominous figures emerging from the shadows. Men with black masks concealing their faces and knives gleaming in their hands advanced menacingly towards the helpless individual pinned against the wall.
Isuze's thoughts raced in a frenzy, grappling with the unfolding crisis. "What in the world!Are they going to kill him? Are they assassins?" The surreal scene filled him with shock and fear as he witnessed the encroaching danger, his heart pounding with trepidation.
The middle-aged man clung to the wall, his eyes wide with terror, while the group of masked assailants closed in, their intentions shrouded in menace. Isuze was trapped between his own disoriented thoughts and the grim reality playing out before him.
Time seemed to come to a standstill for Isuze as he grappled with an inner conflict, torn between the unfolding crisis and his own moral compass.
"Why are they going after him?" he questioned, his thoughts filled with confusion. "Who is the bad guy here?" The situation was shrouded in ambiguity, leaving Isuze uncertain about who was truly in the wrong.
Yet, amidst the chaos, one thing remained clear to him. "Still, you can't kill someone like that," Isuze's conscience asserted firmly.
But as he stood there, paralyzed by the sheer gravity of the situation, Isuze's mind raced with a more practical dilemma. "What should i do? Should i help him, there are five of them ! I-its impossible task for me."
Isuze's mind briefly went blank, but in that moment, he found himself in an.....
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Isuze_Riyuga "I humbly apologize for any imperfections that may grace this chapter. I wholeheartedly appreciate your time spent reading, and I eagerly await your valuable suggestions as I continue to refine my craft." - Isuze Riyuga
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