The Boy Without Words

The sun hovered low, casting long shadows across the training ground where twenty-five students stood in formation. A quiet tension pulsed through the air.

Among them surged a storm of Whisps—

Four with manes of roaring fire, crackling with overconfidence.

Three water-types, sleek and glimmering, swirling with oceanic grace.

Five air-types danced above the rest, light-footed and eager.

Four ground-types stood steady, paws and claws digging into the soil.

Six wood-element Whisps rustled like walking forests, vines coiled and ready.

And three bug-types clicked and hissed, low to the ground but restless with energy.

Fire-Type Whisps :

Blazmutt – A hound-shaped Whisp with molten fur and ember breath.

Scorflap – A flying salamander with wings of crackling flames.

Kindlingel – A small, mischievous fairy-like Whisp trailing sparks wherever it moves.

Pyrexon – A tall, armored flame golem that radiates heat waves.

 Water-Type Whisps (3):

Droppin – A round, jellyfish-like creature made entirely of liquid.

Mistmere – A foggy serpent that slithers on air currents, trailing mist.

Crestail – An otter-like Whisp that manipulates waves and whirlpools with its tail.

 Air-Type Whisps (5):

Twisprit – A tiny cyclone sprite with wild, spiraling energy.

Zephyran – A falcon-shaped air Whisp that rides the winds with grace.

Howliff – A wolf-like Whisp made of clouds and roaring gusts.

Flitterwing – A speedy insect-winged flier that releases sonic pulses.

Galeon – A bulky air elemental shaped like a humanoid made of storm currents.

 Ground-Type Whisps (4):

Trembrick – A blocky golem Whisp with earthquake punches.

Dunmole – A burrowing Whisp with obsidian claws.

Craggon – A rocky lizard that sheds sharp stones as armour.

Siltshade – A smooth sand-type Whisp that glides underfoot and blinds enemies.

 Wood-Type Whisps (6):

Vinepaw – A deer-like creature with vines wrapped around its legs.

Thornilisk – A spiny reptile with sharp brambles for scales.

Barkbloom – A plant-shelled turtle that sprouts petals during battle.

Fernling – A playful rabbit-like Whisp that hops and entangles.

Mossent – A humanoid tree-stump Whisp that moves slowly but hits hard.

Sapwisp – A dripping nectar-oozing creature that traps foes with sticky pollen.

Bug-Type Whisps (3):

Buzzkit – A mischievous bee-type Whisp that darts rapidly and stings.

Carashell – A heavy-shelled beetle with drill-like horns.

Webble – A small spider Whisp that weaves glowing thread webs mid-battle.

Jimmy stood alone at the other end of the field. His coat fluttered slightly in the breeze. He didn't speak. Didn't flinch. Didn't even raise a hand.

The class teacher—a tall, quiet man with stern eyes—sighed as he stepped back, arms crossed.

"Let's begin," he said flatly.

A pause.

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Jimmy didn't nod. He didn't speak.

Instead, he raised his hand—slowly, deliberately—and then on the ground some line trembled. Something unseen shifted, like a ripple across glass. Then, with a faint chime, it appeared: a green battle array blinked into existence beneath his palm, glowing with sleek, symmetrical lines that pulsed like a living circuit board.

The light was clean, vibrant, and unmistakably *green*.

Gasps broke the silence like glass shattering.

"W-what… green!?"

"Wait—that colour means a brainwave score over twenty…"

"No way. No way. That's above 2nd year Student level!"

"I thought he couldn't even talk properly," someone whispered.

"Didn't they say he was blind?" another muttered, confused.

"Wasn't he just a background kid…? How the hell did he evolve his whisp?"

The disbelief was thick. The air itself seemed to tighten, as if the world wasn't sure whether to cheer or run.

And then—it came.

From the thin mist at Jimmy's side, something began to stir. A form stepped forward silently, undeniably summoned. Hooves barely touched the ground, but their presence made the earth hum faintly.

It was *Luna*.

But not the Luna they remembered.

She was… evolved.

Her body shimmered with translucent water-light. Her mane flowed with streaks of icy silver and crackled faintly with blue lightning. Her fur carried the lustre of deep ocean, with runes faintly etched in frost dancing beneath her skin. Her hooves, once simple, now left tiny glowing puddles and frost trails in the air. Her tail swirled behind her in a coiled lightning pattern, and her eyes glowed a deep, intelligent sapphire, full of untold power.

A wave of silence swept through the students — sharp and suffocating.

"W-Wait… she evolved!?""That's… that's Intermediate Tier… right?""No. Higher. Look at her aura—look at her hooves…""There's ice now?! Is that even legal!?"

"how did he make her evolve? I think she is even reached the high tier of Intermediate rank."

"Is he even real?"

A few stepped back instinctively, shielding their eyes from the radiant gleam pulsing off her aura. Others just stared, caught between awe and fear.

A cluster of students in the back clenched their teeth, eyes narrowing.

"Show-off," one muttered bitterly.

"Probably paid for some illegal evolution," hissed another.

"No mute freak is that strong. He's basically cheating."

"Did you think he make her evolve for this match or it really evolved?"

"her energy is stabilised. So it's really evolved."

But their anger wilted under the weight of her presence.

Even the class teacher, a hardened ex-sentinel with more battlefield scars than medals—stepped forward, slow and cautious.

His voice was low, nearly reverent.

"That Whisp… it's beyond school standards. How did he evolve? When that whisp is primary form. I think she can defeat any primary. Let's see her new power. But before that..."

He looked at Jimmy, truly looking at him for the first time.

"Where... — did you do this for match only? means using external stimulant to evolve her."

Jimmy said "are not you a teacher?"

No answer came.

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Someone else shouted, "This is a joke! This guy is messing with us!"

"Look at him!" another boy barked, stepping forward. "Blindfolded. Silent. Acting like he's some big deal—"

"He doesn't even have friends!"

"He's just a freak with one lucky Whisp!"

"Let's crush him—show him he's not above Class B!"

Yet beneath all the rage, jealousy, and scorn, there was fear. A trembling uncertainty that snuck into the edges of every voice.

Fear of the unknown.

The class teacher held up his hand, silencing the murmurs briefly. He stared long at Jimmy, expression unreadable.

Then, quietly, he said:

"…All of you think you've figured him out."

He looked at Luna. At Jimmy's calm posture. At the green array still glowing faintly under his palm.

The battle began.

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Jimmy didn't speak. He just moved his hands and from his mind.

Luna understood and Luna did.

A soft pulse glowed beneath her hooves — a bluish aura, subtle but deep, rippling over her fur like moonlight on a still lake.

Nothing happened at first.

Then the students began.

A flurry of commands launched from every direction.

"Blazmutt, Spark—now!"

"Trembrick, use Rock Slam!"

"Howliff - Air Cutter!"

"Mistmere, go—Water Gun!"

"Vinepaw, Sting Barrage!"

"Buzzkit, Vine Trap!"

Twenty-five Whisps surged at once.

Flames spiralled. Water bullets split the air. Wooden vines slashed like whips. Horn drills spun. Air blades carved. Bug darts shot forward like angry needles.

It was chaos.

Luna didn't move.

She stood in the centre of it all, unmoving, head slightly lowered, eyes glowing softly beneath her soaked mane.

Then—

CRACKK-KRAAAAM!!

A bolt of lightning shattered the cloud above, ripping through the skies.

The storm answered her.

Rain began to fall.

Not in slow drops—but in full sheets, soaking the ground within seconds. Thunder echoed across the training field as the sky darkened like twilight had arrived early.

The teacher blinked hard and instinctively reached for an umbrella, flicking it open.

"…This isn't ordinary rain. She is calling them. But still I wonder how he commands her."

All around them, students stood stunned in their places—completely soaked—but unwilling to break formation.

One muttered, "Rules say… we can't move unless the match is declared unsafe…"

Another whispered, "This feels unsafe."

But no one moved. No one dared.

Then the first drop struck Luna.

Her body shimmered.

She stepped forward—and vanished.

Literally.

Melted into the rain like mist dispersing.

"What the hell?! Where did she—?"

"She dissolved—?!"

"No way. She… is the rain?! It's water body."

Whisps began to panic.

The battlefield had become a shallow pond. Earth turned to wet mud. Flames sputtered out in the puddles. Some bug-types clung to rocks. Wood-types desperately grew vines to climb higher ground.

Air-types flapped wildly. A few earth types burrowed into soft ground to avoid drowning.

Jimmy calmly raised his hand—

The rain thickened.

It didn't just fall anymore — it flowed.

Gathering.

Pooling.

As if gravity bent sideways, every drop converged into a swirling point in front of him.

A whirling sphere of water hovered above the ponding field.

The teacher murmured, half to herself:

"…A water resonance…? No… this is something more… She is controlling it. It's far from above D, mostly B or C. How did he trained her so much? So, much power leap in two to three weeks."

Jimmy moved his hand.

The swirling sphere answered.

BOOM.

A massive wave—six meters tall—crashed forward from the centre of the field like a summoned tsunami. It roared with the weight of gravity and fury, sweeping over the stunned ground Whisps.

CRAAASSSHH!

Cries filled the field.

"Dunmole's down!"

"My Flitterwing—he's out!"

"C-Carashell! Return!!"

Fire-types were extinguished.

Wood-types snapped and were carried away like leaves in a storm.

Bug-types squealed as water tore through their wings and legs.

Only Air-types — barely — dodged by flying. And a few lucky ground-types had dug deep enough to survive the wave.

From the water... she emerged.

Luna rose like a spirit queen from the heart of the flood. Her coat rippling in liquid light, steam flowing from her breath. Lightning crackled beneath her hooves.

The teacher whispered:

"…This is beyond curriculum and her power is more than it. Still not using it fully. What a bad luck for them without knowing once power still jumps into battlefield."

Now, only a few Whisps remained. Shivering, wet, airborne or hiding.

Rock-types… dripping and shaking.

Air-types… spinning in frantic loops, wind energy faltering.

Then it came—

"Snow Blizzard."

Luna leapt once, and from her body a vortex erupted.

A whirling dome of icy wind and jagged frost.

Snow blasted across the field.

Crystals rained down. Wings froze mid-flight.

Whisps began to drop from the sky like pebbles.

A few rock-types tried to brace—but the cold shattered their footing.

"Return them!" a panicked student shouted. "They're gonna faint!!"

But before they could—

Jimmy moved again.

His hand swept diagonally.

And from the puddled field… a spiral of water gathered into a final shot.

"Aqua Blast."

THOOMM.

A sphere of compressed water tore across the entire field like a fired cannon.

BOOM.

Whisps were knocked out, scattered, or frozen mid-step.

The rain stilled.

Luna stood alone in the aftermath.

Steam rose.

Whisps lay fainted or returned.

Students… silent.

Drenched.

One vs Twenty-Five.

The teacher finally raised a red flag toward Jimmy. "Match ends! All opponents disqualified."

Jimmy lowered his hand.

A slow breath escaped him.

He smile and said 'good'

"Good."

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#My honest reaction :- I want to make the battle bigger and better but I want to make the power scale to easier to understand.