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[Name: Lyra Lae]

[Age: 32]

[Gender: Female]

[Gift: Telekinesis]

[Position: Ex Head Scientist]

If a picture of all the scientists weren't attached, he wouldn't have believed it so readily. He hadn't known her name, but now he knew about it in the worst possible way.

There his mother was, her soulful blue eyes staring sharply ahead and her wavy blue hair was pulled in a high ponytail. She looked a bit younger than she was now.

Her torso was adorned with the typical white lab coat.

With shaking hands, he picked up the scroll once more. He couldn't understand why his mother had partaken in the experiments.

[Status: Defected]

[Reason: Unknown]

Reading more on her information, he clearly saw the stamp of the organization with the words 'defected'.

"Defected." He repeated, looking up the year it was issued, it was about a decade ago, the reasons unknown.

This didn't make any sense to him. If she had defected, why was the reason unknown? How did she get in possession of the scroll?

'They had definitely wanted to get back this piece of information that could as well expose their evil deeds.' Nix reasoned.

"Why were you with such dangerous evidence?" He turned his attention to the body of his mother.

Aimi had made mention of the scroll being his ticket out of here. Were they not allowed out of the house? What was his mother hiding? How did she get involved with these people?

Tossing the scroll in frustration at all his unanswered questions rushing in.

Clank!

He looked at the scroll holder, he had totally forgotten that was there. A golden gleam shines from within.

Taking the scroll holder, he turned it upside down, a hexagonal gold medal with little wings below it dropped to the ground.

He stared at it cautiously, wondering how something with that shape had managed to fit into that scroll holder.

'This is some sort of plot twist. Don't get involved.' He warned himself.

He needed to find the person who had found their home and ordered their termination. This he could do with the help of the scroll.

Curiosity got the best of him, prompting him to pick up the medal. A bright light shone as a gush of air blew on his face, then everything reverted to how it was originally.

[Bond with the medal pass successful]

"What? Bond?" Nix's mouth went wide open in shock. He didn't want to bond with anything, the system interface was enough for him.

"Take it back! I don't want to get involved." He threw away the medal from his hand.

Redirecting it's motion, the medal went right back to his palm in one swift motion.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Staring in horror at the object, he observed there were some words engraved on the edges.

~Shibui Gift Academy~

"What am I supposed to do with this? Go to school?" He rolled his eyes, pulling off the medal from his palm, shoving it into his pocket.

Although this academy had a similar name with the organization. He could only safely assume this was merely it's breeding branch for their secret experiments, under the guise of having an academy for training them to be better.

There was something which had made him curious.

He took up the scroll once more, the hierarchy of the organization was a closely knitted one which had the names of business moguls, medical practitioners, security personnels and those who had relations with the head of the city. With all these, the head of the organization, written, was strangely mysterious.

[Name: ??]

[Age: ??]

[Gender: ??]

[Gift: ??]

[Position: Shibui organization head]

'Just perfect. No leads on the person.' He sarcastically thought with a frown.

He decided to levitate the scroll in the air like he had done before. He would know what to do with it later on.

[Health level dropped by 5 points]

Groaning, he exhaled. He needed to tend to his wounds soon.

[Passive gift: Telekinetic Object call in effect]

He concentrated his thoughts on one object, the sword that was thrusted into the ground earlier.

He had no weapon, this was the closest he could get to actually possessing one.

Rrrnnn!

The sword made it's way to him.

Firmly gripping the hilt, he made it join the scroll which was suspended in the air again.

He casted a dejected glance at the bodies before him. Whoever had ordered their death were bound to return to cross-check their actions soon.

He needed to mask his death along with the others.

Adjusting his mother's position, he made her back rest against the wall. He also did the same for Naz, so that there was an empty space between them.

Cradling Aimi in his arms, he carefully placed her in between them.

Tears brimmed in his eyes, this was meant to look like a loving family picture, but instead it was nothing more than their burial place.

[Gift: Fire in effect]

With a heavy sigh, he stepped out of the house through the place where it had been destroyed.

It was hard enough to burn down the beautiful house, but harder considering who were in it.

He had to do it if he was to make sure his traces couldn't be tracked, before they would notice it; he'd have made a reasonable head start in his personalized mission.

"Goodbye mother."

"Goodbye brother."

"Your dear brother will keep you forever in his heart, Aimi."

Gritting his teeth as tears cascaded down his face, he closed his eyes.

[Gift: Fire stream in effect]

,m Shooting continuous streams of fire from his fists.

[Energy level: 33 points. 3 points before deactivation]

He ignored the notification, the house was already in flames, with its structure gradually crumbling, sparks of light popping out of it.

He kept on until his energy points reached its limits.

[Gift: Fire stream deactivated. Energy level critical]

Hyperventilating, he got to his knees, punching on the grass continuously.

[Health level dropped by 1 point]

[Health level dropped by 1 point]

[Health level dropped by 1 point]

Unable to go on anymore, he let out huge breaths of air. Now he had no family yet again.

Shoving his hand into his pocket, he brought out the hexagonal gold medal, his grip tightening on it in a new found rage.

"Shibui Gift Academy, huh?!" His lips held a smirk, his hand tracing its engraved letters.

Getting to his feet, he looked ahead. He needed to get stronger before he got to the academy.

There was always something constant anywhere–The weak gets trampled upon.

If he gets accepted into the academy, he wouldn't go weak like a freshman.

'Something stronger...' His thoughts trailed, thinking of a possible lead.

[Mission rescheduled: Tame Raiken]