THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

SUBDUE THE BLACK

The man has given a written schedule to Moksh about the training, and it is hell for him, "1st thing to do was to wake up 4 AM !! What the fuck!" He sighed in irritation, but he had no choice as he couldn't forget that bone-chilling murderous intent.

THE NEXT DAY

He wakes up at 3:30 AM, completes his daily tasks, and sits for meditation at 4:00 AM sharp. Moksh started meditating, but within 15 minutes, it was getting tough for him to sit in the same place, yet he wouldn't lose hope as he was scared of the man's words, and even that woman's attack gave him goosebumps.

Moksh meditated for 2 hours somehow, but he hadn't even a shred of black Aura, but he didn't stress about it much and got ready for college then left. The time at college passed swiftly without even realising the college was over, he was about to go home, yet he saw the same old man standing at the gate.

The old man approached him and said, "Yo! how are you doing, and how does the meditation go?" Moksh sighed and said, "It went well, but I haven't felt a tiny part of black Aura again."

The old man asked Moksh to come with him, and he agreed as he didn't have much choice to disagree with that scary geezer. The old man guided him towards a place fallen in ruins amidst the crowded markets and people around it, and the old man said something astonishing "Let's have a spar, Moksh." He was startled and moved his eyes around and told, "Isn't it too much crowdy and what if people get to know about these weird powers?"

The old man laughed and voiced, "don't worry about this" he pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled it, and the next moment, those cards scattered and flew into the air and formed a dome. The old man said, "this is my unique move house of cards, which makes this whole area entirely invisible for outside folks." Moksh was surprised by this and said, "Wow! you could do such amazing things so that Aura can do all these things." The old man smirked and replied, "more than this kid, let's start then."

He wasn't able to feel the Aura energies and ran with full strength and tried to punch him; the old man dodged all these puny attacks and yelled, "Why can't you use your Aura?!" Moksh don't know what to reply, the old man thought for a while

'does his Power is based on mental tension and anxiety, the time he was able to feel the Aura was when he got cornered.'

The old man said, "Let's get serious now!!" and suddenly, rectangular dice appeared on the palms of his both hands. Moksh stared at him with nervousness, and the old man spoke, "You know the probability? 10th class maths?" He couldn't understand and continued to stare dumbfoundedly, and the old man sighed and said, "Let it be, attack me again." The next instant, Moksh tried to land a hit, and he threw the dice in front of his fist; within a fraction of seconds, he felt a punch face and collapsed on the ground. The old man hollered, "you brat! What a weakling you are such a trash good for nothing you should have died on that accident."

Moksh was mentally unstable after getting hit with that fist, and when he listened, his heartfelt feeling of anguish and hatred, but then that thing appeared again...