The Boy Without Words

After the ceremony ended, students flooded out of the auditorium. Most were still murmuring about the final round, some whispering Kira's name with pity, others scoffing. But Jimmy remained seated for a while longer.

Then, wordlessly, he stood and made his way through the east corridor.

At the far end was a folding table with a slim glass tablet, hovering slightly above the surface. A woman stood beside it—Miss Ilaria Rayne, her long coat still flowing as if wind followed her.

"You here to sign up?" she asked gently, seeing Jimmy approach.

He nodded once and tapped the tablet.

"Name?"

Jimmy typed: Jimmy.

Ilaria studied him for a second. Her eyes held curiosity but no judgment. She gave a slight smile.

She handed him a slim crystal badge. "Be in the east School Ground tomorrow by noon. Wear this."

Jimmy bowed faintly, then turned and walked away.

As Jimmy walked back toward the classroom wing, he heard hurried steps behind him.

"Hey."

Jimmy turned slightly.

It was Kira, still wearing the competition badge, his eyes tired but clear.

"You signed up for the Breeder course, right?"

Jimmy nodded again.

"I did too," Kira said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I… I think I've been treating Whisps more like tools than partners. That match… I realized I didn't understand mine. Not really."

He paused, then asked, "Do you think… it's wrong? For a fighter to want to become a Breeder?"

Jimmy shook his head and typed:

"Not wrong. Just do what you like."

Kira smiled a little.

"Miss Ilaria said something… about nurturing. I want to learn how. Maybe I could've done better if I had known more."

Jimmy handed him the crystal badge she gave and gestured gently to his own.

"Yeah," Kira said, "I got one too. She gave me mine after the stage."

Then, from behind them, a teacher's voice rang down the corridor.

"Both of you—Class B. Tomorrow, 10 a.m., school ground. The new 3v3 team match trials begin. Group performance round. You'll be called."

Jimmy nodded silently, while Kira muttered, "Another match already?"

Then he turned to Jimmy, more seriously now.

"Hey… if we end up on the same team tomorrow, try not to let me drag you down. Or—no. Help me get stronger."

Jimmy offered a rare smile.

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Just as Jimmy and Kira parted near the hallway turn, his wrist communicator pulsed—then rang softly.

A note flashed across the screen: "COME QUICKLY. IT'S ROTATING FAST."

His eyes narrowed.

Without a word, Jimmy slung his bag over one shoulder and broke into a run, weaving through the corridors. He barely reached the outer gate when a group of Class B students blocked his path.

"Hey!" one of them snapped. "You think you can ditch us now?"

Jimmy blinked, pausing. He remembered—the promised 1-vs-all match.

Another student stepped forward. "You said you'd prove yourself. Tomorrow morning, before the trials."

Jimmy nodded silently. Then quickly typed onto his wrist screen: "Tomorrow. Before the team fight. I promise. But right now—I have to go."

"Don't run forever, mute boy," one sneered. But Jimmy was already gone.

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He reached home in 20 minutes.

The moment he stepped into the hallway, a wave of heat hit him like a furnace. His eyes widened in alarm.

From behind the training ground doors, fiery light flickered.

He called out, "Luna!"

At once, her cold energy responded—winds rushed forward, pushing against the heat. She was already trying to stabilize it from the outside.

Jimmy rushed forward, flung open the door—and what he saw stopped him cold.

The incubator was no longer on the table.

Bruno, the ARC-17 mechanical Whisp, stood near the corner of the open training ground—arms extended, his sensors blinking erratically. As he said him to do it before he came to home.

In the very centre of the arena, the incubator hovered in mid-air, suspended by its own energy.

Fire and frost clashed around it, lightning-fast bursts of red-blue steam swirled violently.

But it wasn't just heat anymore.

The egg had shifted shape.

Its upper shell was now glossy, semi-translucent, glowing with swirling blue fire. The bottom still remained rough stone—like solid rock carved with strange Voronoi-like grooves.

And it floated.

Rocks and shards from earlier had begun circling it, forming a strange crown—lotus-shaped, spinning slowly as if held in place by invisible hands.

Jimmy's heart thudded.

Beside him, Luna unleashed steady waves of ice and water, trying to keep the temperature stable. But the egg was absorbing both—fire and cold—drinking it like a starving creature.

Jimmy grabbed the camera, rotated to that glow, and set it to record.

Then he checked the solution level.

Nearly empty again.

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Evening had begun to fall—

The clock read 5:50 PM.

Jimmy is recording again, breathing heavily.

He didn't know what was coming.

But it was coming.

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Evening had fully fallen.

The room pulsed with flickers of firelight and frost mist. The clock on Jimmy's wrist blinked 5:50 PM as he hit record again, breath quick and shallow.

He didn't know what was coming.

But it was coming.

The egg spun faster now—its entire shell glowing, then dimming, then flaring again. And with every turn, it released surges of opposing forces:

Scorching heat that warped the air…

Then, in the next breath—chilling frost that made the lights flicker.

Bruno stood beside Jimmy, shielding him with a mechanical arm. But in front of them, Luna stood like a guardian goddess, ice swirling from her fur, her wings arched, her body strained as she maintained a shimmering dome of water and frost to hold the chaos at bay.

Jimmy whispered, "Don't overdo it, Luna."

He reached into his bag, pulling out a half-sealed crystal.

"I'll feed you this. Better for deep energy absorption. It'll keep you from draining too far."

Luna gave a tired nod without turning, her glowing eyes locked on the blazing egg.

Two hours passed.

The egg finally stopped spinning.

But the heat—it didn't fade.

Instead, it grew fiercer, almost volcanic, radiating outward in waves. The floor beneath the incubator steamed. The ceiling began to discolour. Bruno's warning sensors blinked red.

Luna, despite her strength, was starting to stumble. Her shield wavered.

Her breath came in sharp puffs. Her mane dimmed. Her tail sparked weakly.

Jimmy clenched his fists.

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Two hours passed.

The egg stopped spinning, but suddenly, the heat surged even stronger. The whole room began to sweat with pressure. Luna's fur dripped with water, her breath heavy, her shield flickering.

Jimmy noticed her power dropping. He ran out quickly, heading to a nearby shop. He returned with morning potions, opening them one by one to keep energy supply.

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But only barely.

At 7:35 PM, Jimmy's gaze landed on something he had almost forgotten.

The bluish energy crystal he had won from the Rock & Roll Auction House.

He dashed to the storage case, broke its ice-seal, and ran back, nearly slipping in the condensation building around the incubator.

"Luna," he said. "Use this. You need it."

He set the crystal near her.

Instantly, her body pulled its energy like a magnet. Azure strands of power lit her form. The frost around her intensified, forming runes in the air. Her back straightened. Her glow returned—and more than that, her aura deepened.

She roared, low and rising.

The heat—finally—began to wane.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The flames flickered lower.

The frost stopped melting.

And Luna stood, radiating power.

A pulse echoed from within her—something had changed.

Jimmy pulled up the Codex and saw the screen blink.

🔷 Whisp Name: Luna

Type: Water/Ice

Stage: Intermediate

Rank: 8

She had ascended. Quietly. Fully.

Then it happened.

At the centre of the incubator, a long, silver crack appeared on the egg's surface.

It began from the top—where the red-blue mist swirled—and arced downward, like a lightning scar across glass.

The night is stilled.

Bruno froze.

Luna's breath hitched.

Jimmy's hands trembled over the recording device.

The crack widened.

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