Misora

Chapter 3

"No, no, no!" A very old man said to Misora. "You aren't using any of your emotions while you play the piano. You look bored and tired, I need the energy. The emotions, the feelings." He screams, "This sound is about being in love, you look like you aren't."

Misora signs "You told me-" He cuts her off, "Whatever I said was a true, I remember everything I said. Your not making it work, not to mention you click the wrong note." He begins screaming and pointing at the papers in front of Misora. "Start again!" He yells.

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"1, 2, 3, 4, 5," The lady stops Misora dancing, "That's incorrect," She walks towards Misora, her heels making a loud noise.

Misora flops her arms to her sides, the lady explains to Misora. "You are stiff, frozen like an ice cube."

"Your dancing is beautiful, but you need to put emotions into this dance. This is your family tradition," She added. Misora nods, "Imagine yourself as a swan, in a beautiful lake. Your dancing for somebody you love, and care for." The lady says, spinning in circles, acting in love.

Then, the lady faces Misora. "Start again," and plays the Swan Lake music.

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"When your healing a wound, you need to make sure your focusing on it." An old guy said, Misora was sweating due to using her powers. "Sweating is normal, it means your trying. But at the looks of it, your not. Do not force it, loosen up your hands. Don't tense them."

After Misora heals the old guy hand, he grabs a knife and simple cuts a deep wound into his palm. "Start again."

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"Remember, look before you fire. Air is easy to manipulate. Now, since you can make tornado. We're gonna learn how to do a circle shield. It protects you from damage."

A lady puts Misora into a position, "Make sure your legs are not close to each other. Now, your legs have to stay still as you lean forwards to touch them. As you do that, slowly lean back up and raise your arms to your head."

Misora copies her words, and there was the air shield wrapped around her as a big ball. "Amazing, now." The lady throws a small rock at Misora's shield. Instantly, Misora shield broke, "Too weak, hold your shield longer. Start again."

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Misora and an old lady were flying above a farm. "You see this Misora? Use your atmokinesis
to control the weather, make it rain on this crops."

Misora raises her arms up into the sky, she closes her eyes. "Focus Misora, use the tips I have given you." Misora quickly raises her arms down to the crops.

The sunny day, became a gloomy day. The raining pouring hard down on the ground, and all over the town. "You used your emotions instead of focusing."

Misora looks down, "Start again," The lady says.

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"Your chlorokinesis is the most powerful I seen, Misora. But you have trouble controlling it." A young man told her.

"Start by protecting this manikin. Use your power to wrap the plants around it." Misora touches the grass and swerves her hands above her other hand. The grass begins wrapping around the manikin. "Grass is weak to protect. As for example," the young man threw a knife at the protected manikin.

The knife cuts the grass clean through, and stabs the manikin in the face. "Start again,"

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"Hello Misora," Her father smiles at her, Misora was exhausted, and flopped down at her desk. "I saw your homework, thank you for the doodles." He then became serious, "Open your book to page 1063, we're learning about your powers, space."

"This power is extremely important, you can be able to breathe in space, move planets, make another whole planet by using the rocks in space." He says, reading. Misora looks up, her father stares at her, raising his glasses up.

"This can also be dangerous as well. Making another planet can kill you if you can't control it. That's why we are learning to control it."

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Lastly, her final class was fighting. It was with Misora's mother. Misora knew how strict she was gonna be. Misora tiredly walked into her room.

"You finally showed up, no warm ups. We're getting started."

Moments later, punches, kicks, swings, swords, powers, they were all used in the fight. Misora was panting heavily, she wipes the sweat off her forehead.

Her mother, also doing the same. "Not bad, your improving. But lack of actions. Your gonna need to surprise them. Come on,"

Misora stands up in her fighting position. Misora then starts running towards her mother, her mother did the same thing.

As Misora was ready to use her sword, her mother disappeared. It went to quickly for Misora to process what just happened. She felt the pain go through her right knee, her sword flying out of her hand. A punch on her stomach, it went her flying across the room.

Misora crashed into a bookshelves, the books dropping down. One hitting her head.

Misora was in pain, "Ugh," she groans out. "Slow reaction, weak." Her mother walks up to her, "Slow. Your gonna need to do better." Her mother grabs Misora, making her stand up.

Misora held her stomach, "Yeah, got it." She mumbled, "How'd you do that, mom." Her mother picked her up Misora's sword off the ground.

"I simply kneeled down, kicked your leg with my right. Flipped myself, and used the left leg to kick the sword out of your hand. Did a cartwheel and punched you." Her mother grins a little. Misora nods in pain, "Making it look stylish?" She says at her mother, her mother nods.

"That's enough for today, Lily is gonna heal your wounds, after that, Emilia has your bath ready."

Misora walks away.