THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE TRAINING-I

Moksh was more irritated as he had to study that annoying PCB again, which he had left years back, but he had to do this for the sake of his beloved ones. He reached home early today and found a spare key laid down below the mat with a stick note stuck on the door; it says

'we have gone to your father's colleague party

we will come home late, and dinner is in the

fridge.'

He entered the house, sat on the sofa scrolling through his social media, and found something strange there was a follow request from Aardhya Jain on his Instagram handle. He thought for a while and accepted the request and followed back, but he didn't mind that move much. Moksh was still scrolling through the feed and saw some of his old school friends posting and tagging their prestigious institutes and enjoying themselves, which made him insecure and jealous by viewing those. The schoolmates who others call ugly or nerds are now all hot eye candies; he just closed his Instagram and sighed, 'Ahh! These things make me more feel like shit, but they don't have what I have this Power!' this thought made him feel confident in himself, which he hadn't felt for years. He ate his dinner, searched for his old school books, and found them covered in dust which he cleaned up and sat on his desk with those.

Moksh opened his 11th class's biology and was flipping through, embracing the feel of nostalgia and wave of sadness, too. The random pen scribbles doodles on the book bring back many memories of his friends; after a while, he came back to reality, and the old man's advice suddenly came to his head; he stood up, took some long breaths, and the next instant immense Power started to flow at first it was uncontrollable but with utter concentration successfully put the Power to calm down. At last, The black Aura enveloping his body remain 10m around his body. He started with the chapter-Neural control and coordination. Moksh began to read initially; it was annoying and tiring to reread those, but he kept on reading after 1.5 hours; he got frustrated and stood up from his desk. The next instant, he felt a severe headache; it was so painful it made him feel like his head was going to burst open the pain made him succumb to his knees.

After some time, he felt better, but his Aura surge was gone, and he was surprised as he remembered each line of the chapter, even the page numbers of each diagram of the chapter. Moksh now realises the old man's words within a night; he completed 50% of the 11th biology textbook. Still, he suffered agonising headaches, which made him experience death multiple times as Aura has forced his short term memory or working memory in the prefrontal cortex to shift into the hippocampus, which is responsible for long term memory encoding. he started studying at 10 PM till 3 AM, and it was a cruel brain workout for him; he slept like a log and woke up at noon and came out of the room feeling dizzy and found his mother working in the kitchen and asked, "so when did you come home yesterday?" Mrs Chaturvedi attention got diverted towards him. "You woke up; it's noon now, even you missed your college today, and we arrived at something around 4:00 AM; the party went too long." Moksh nodded in acceptance and went away to fresh up.