5 Psychic Children 5 (2/2)
”This is enough, right?”
Upon Han's proposal, Simon laughed and snatched the chocolate away. He stood up from his desk to privately talk with Han.
”Okay, Han. What's your question?”
Simon ripped away the chocolate foil and took a bite, munching away.
”Don't ask when you already know my question.”
”Okay, okay. You're curious about my method.” Simon said cunningly.
”I heard you know a different method from the Sergeant's.”
”Sergeant's method is quite unclear. But truthfully, if you can't break through with that method it also means you won't have much luck with my own method either. The kids I taught this to were the ones who would have succeeded within these 3 weeks anyway. I heard you're a mere D-rank. Your chances of manifesting psychic powers is low, and even if you were to succeed your future isn't too bright.”
”That's my own problem. All you need to do is teach me your method.”
”All your snacks for the remaining week will be mine. Agreed?”
Simon bossily said. These conditions were quite heavy compared to the other's.
'It's fine. I should be happy he's not asking me to starve myself.'
Han had always been worrying about his daily meals until he had come to this place. He was fine that he wouldn't be able to snack anymore.
Nod.
Han nodded his head. Simon gladly asked for a handshake.
”My method is a bit more aggressive. Just bare with it even if it hurts.” Simon let off a dark laugh.
Han felt a little nervous, but decided to believe in Simon. He was just a bit more snobby and prideful, but he wasn't a coward that would back out of a deal halfway through.
”Will it take long?”
”Only a moment. Where is your core?”
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”Core?”
”The place you store your psychic powers. The best place that comes to your mind?”
”My heart.”
Upon Han's answer, Simon took out a ball point pen from his pocket. He ruthlessly began stabbing Han in the chest with the point of his pen.
”uek.”
Han groaned. Simon continued stabbing the same place to widen the injury.
”Is this the method? Aren't you trying to kill me?”
Han complained. Simon returned his pen into his pocket and answered.
”Now that injury has become a passageway for your psychic powers. You'll feel the pain so it's easier to focus into it. Imagine pulling out your psychic powers through that hole in your chest.
He made sense.
Han focused into the pain of his chest. He felt the hole made into his chest and found it was the size of a pen.
”Okay.”
”Don't forget about my snacks. It doesn't matter whether you succeed or not, hand them over every day.”
Simon stressed over and over. From that day on, Han gave up his snacks to Simon without a bit of regret.