6 Psychic children 6 (1/2)

'Visualize pulling out my psychic energy from the passageway of my chest.'

It throbbed with pain.

The mental image that had been ambiguous and all over the place began focusing into the hole of his chest. His psychic energy that had been vaguely out of reach now had become easier to feel on a physical level.

'Please… I can't get kicked out of this place yet.'

Han had always remained calm, but his heart felt restless as the deadline date neared. He had yet to start, but already found himself stuck at a dead end.

Trickle.

Blood trickled out from his chest injury. The feeling of blood trickling down his chest felt chilling.

”Hey, Han. Training period is over.”

Sergeant Red already blew his whistle. The children gathered one by one. Han did not open his eyes.

'Just a little longer.'

It felt like he was able to grab onto a little sliver of something. If he snapped out of his moment, it would be hard to grasp onto this same feeling once again.

Han did not even bother answering to Sergeant Red's commands.

”This b*****.”

Sergeant Red glared and walked toward him. The surrounding children clicked their tongues and stared on.

Those were the words that led to a beating.

'Just one minute longer…'

Cold sweat fell from Han's forehead.

Sergeant Red blankly stared toward Han . He crossed his arms and paused for a moment.

Sergeant Red was also a psyker. He was able to see Han's condition at once.

'He makes his own life so difficult. Maybe he's got no talent for this.'

Psychic powers greatly differed from one individual to another. There were many who had psychic potential in their bodies but could not manifest them physically.

On the flip side, there were some who could naturally use psychic powers without training. It was as easy as breathing for them.

Pah.

Han felt something snapping inside his body. A hot and cool sensation overwhelmed his body.

The pupils of his eyes glowed of blue light. The spark of his eyes were vividly bright.

”S,success.”

Han mumbled and fell to the floor.

A few children clamored. Han had been one of the last few children to succeed. There had been many who had already given up trying to manifest their powers.

”Quiet. First, let me congratulate you, Han.”

”Thank you.”

Sergeant Red let out a bloody smile. Han flinched.

”No matter how urgent the situation, it's a soldier's duty to report when called. There are no exceptions.”

Puk! Puk!

”Keuk.”

Sergeant Red raised his beating stick and began ruthlessly beating Han.

The beating stick was manufactured with unique materials so that it would cause nothing more harmful than a light bruise.

However, the sound that reverberates is so shockingly loud that it causes the brain to think it hurts more than the actual truth.

'I did it, I succeeded.'