Finding Family (An AvA Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 - Training: One and a Half

Summary:

As promised, Chosen decided to help Second Coming with his training. The training was supposed to go smoothly, but Chosen might have taken a wrong turn for the session.

Now, he would have to deal with the orange stick for the next few hours with his interior monologue.

(Or, a supposed training session of Chosen and Second, and the immediate aftermath.)

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Chosen found himself looking at the night sky. Or, a recreation of it.

He had seen the photos of the night sky spreading throughout the Internet when he wandered around the sites back then. The pictures of the night blue hue along with shining dots on it that people called 'stars' looked interesting to him. It piqued his interest, to say the least. Never had he seen the Interspace's sky could recreate such picturesque scenery. At least, that was before when he was still rampaging the sites with his companion.

Now, he was watching the scenery he had longed to witness in his chaos-making life. The shining lights on the night blue sky filled with IP addresses, wondering if they would actually have a chance to see this again.

It was just him and the Interspace. The Interspace and him.

He was all alone. He got all the time in the world to do this.

But it felt empty... like something was missing.

...no need to think more about it, Chosen One.

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He found himself lying on the grass when he woke up. Shoot, have I been sleeping here for the past few hours?

What time is it...?

He stood up, stretching himself as he felt the breeze hitting his pixelated skin, his feet brushing against the grassy terrain as he heaved a sigh at such marvelous weather. He could not recall the moment when he dozed off by the cliff. The scenery could not be more perfect, although he knew perfectly they were not the actual feeling he would have gotten if he was a human.

Welp, life is life...

He did wander back there often, he had just realized that now. He could not make an excuse that his house was suspiciously near the cliff. No, he could confidently say to anyone's face that he did not move there on purpose, he did not dream about that fight ever since he realized he could actually sleep once again. It was just pure coincidence, he would say.

The metamorphic sun was slowly rising, and he soon realized he hadn't been out off track on his daily basis, yet.

He decided to take up some time to do some exercises after a long time spent for his sore body to recover, realizing that he should not push himself to heal with his energy, only to nearly passed out after several healing attempts. Some running tracks could do him good, as it was his favorite activity when he needed the space to reorganize himself and have some thoughts.

His mind was crammed with not just some thoughts, but many thoughts, he had to admit.

The first question came to mind (although it had appeared in his head for all the time before he dozed off): How would he teach Second Coming to release his power at first, let alone slowly get used to it?

The orange stick was not able to control even a glimpse of that marvelous power when in his consciousness, nor did he feel anything about it, as he remembered from the gestures. He could not even recall that he had shown anything related to being power-borned, at all.