Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

"Wake up brat!" yelled Natasha, opening the door to Luke's room.

The redhead turned on the lights and opened the blinds allowing sunlight to enter the entire room.

"Don't bother..." muttered Luke, putting a pillow over his head to protect himself from the sudden illumination.

Natasha forcefully pulled the pillow away from Luke. She then began pillow-punching the boy.

"W-a-k-e-u-p," uttered Natasha with each letter came a loud smack on Luke's face.

"I'll be right up, shit!" shouted Luke in exasperation as he shot to his feet.

"Breakfast will be up in five minutes. Be quick," said Natasha, leaving the room.

'This unbearable woman...' thought Luke, starting the day off on the wrong foot.

At the orphanage, he couldn't sleep because of how noisy the other kids were, and now he had a maid waking him up at ten in the morning on vacation.

However, he now had a house that he only had to share with the unbearable maid. This a situation a thousand times better than living in an orphanage sharing a room and bathroom with dozens of children.

After brushing his face and teeth he sat at the table while Natasha finished preparing breakfast. Sitting at the table he could smell the delicious smell of the food the redhead was preparing.

In a few minutes, Natasha put in front of Luke a plate with fried eggs, bacon, and American pancakes. With orange juice. Luke drooled at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

'Not so unbearable anymore,' Luke thought, looking at Natasha sitting across from him.

Natasha was wearing a tight black muscle top that showed off the prominence of her cleavage. Her cool blue eyes and stoic expression of confidence gave the figure a cool beauty.

'She's very attractive and akin to the black widow...' thought Luke, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth and examining Natasha, who felt herself being watched and their gaze met.

Luke couldn't deny that he felt a little nervous being watched by Natasha's blue eyes. It was strange that this beauty had taken care of dozens of children for thirteen years.

Besides, how old was she since she started babysitting at the orphanage? Fifteen years? A little more or a little less.

"Stop staring at me and eat," Natasha said in a cold tone.

"I'm eating," said Luke with his mouth full and not taking his eyes off Natasha, who was slightly surprised.

Usually, men stammer when talking to her, and more so if it was a brat who was going through puberty and had his hormones out of control.

"If you stare so hard at girls you'll scare them away. You won't get a girlfriend that way," Natasha said with a slight provocative smile.

'Girlfriend?' thought Luke. He'd never had a girlfriend. Not in his past life, nor so far in this life. However, in his past life, he died at thirteen a rather premature age.

Did he have to fall in love with a woman to get a girlfriend? He read many novels and thought he could never feel that feeling. He saw it too far away.

"I can give you some tips on how to get a girlfriend. It's important that you prepare yourself before you start at Nevermore Academy," said Natasha with a playful smile.

"No thanks," said Luke with a grimace knowing that Natasha was just teasing him. A maid making fun of her master is very strange.

"What do you know about the Spellman Family?" asked Luke. He wanted to know more about their mortal enemies. His stubborn great-great-grandfather didn't want to tell him more about them.

"Lord Edgar will tell you that information in due time. Besides, he knows more than I do," replied Natasha dryly.

"Why so mysterious? It doesn't matter if I find out now or later," said Luke.

"If it doesn't matter, be patient and wait," said Natasha, and Luke cursed under his breath.

"You should start training your psychic powers with Lord Edgar. I will train you physically. I will teach you how to fight," said Natasha.

"Train physically?" asked Luke with disdain.

What good is it to fight and be physically stronger if, with his telekinetic powers, he can crush a person before they get close to him.

"It's no good relying solely on your powers. Even if you can flip a van four by four you can find yourself in peculiar situations," Natasha said with a slight smile.

Roll over a four-by-four van? That was a very specific piece of information.

"Brad and his family, okay?" asked Luke, curious. After he overturned the van and fled, he never heard from them again, but it seems Natasha, who would have retraced their steps did know.

"They're alive. With a few broken bones and the odd injury, but nothing fatal. An incomplete job, I must say," Natasha replied with eyes that gave off murderous intent.

She knew about the people that bothered Luke. If she didn't have to go unnoticed, she would have disappeared them a long time ago.

'Incomplete work? She wanted me to murder Brad and the others?' thought Luke with a strange look on his face.

"Anyway, you'll have to train with me. It's non-negotiable. In the mornings you will train your psychic powers with Lord Edgar. In the afternoons you will train with me. I'll get that skinny body in shape," Natasha said with a smile and a look at Luke that could be misinterpreted.

"What about the vacations...?" asked Luke. He finally had a house and could laze around all he wanted, but now he seemed to have a demanding routine.

"After you finish in the evenings you'll have the whole day off.

Now go and have Lord Edgar give you your first lesson. I'll clean up," Natasha said, and Luke nodded as he got up from the table and went back to his room.

'I look like the servant...' thought Luke closing the door to his room.

Anyway, he would accept Natasha's demands. She was the person who was providing him with a roof over his head, cooking him delicious food, and not requiring him to work. He could endure a physical training routine with her. Since the psychic training, he was planning to do it anyway.

Luke sat comfortably on his bed and picked up the necklace resting on his bedside table.

"Come on out, great-great-grandfather. It's time to wake up," he said as he rudely shook the necklace.

"Be more careful!" cried Edgar as his ghostly figure stepped out of the necklace and floated into the air.

'I was woken up more aggressively...' thought Luke.

"I'm sorry, can we start the psychic training at once?" asked Luke after falsely apologizing.

'This brat. In his tone there is no regret whatsoever,' thought Edgar annoyed.

"It's about time you trained your psychic powers and used them in the most effective way possible," said Edgar as he cleared his throat.

"Well... First, you should know that psychic abilities are governed by the interaction of two main elements. Aura and Focus. First, we'll start with the aura," Edgar began, as Luke nodded in agreement.

"The Aura represents the unique psychic energy of each individual and is the life force that drives psychic abilities. Each person has a different Aura in terms of color, intensity, and patterns. The color of the Aura indicates an individual's psychic specialty," Edgar explained.

"Color, intensity, and patterns? How can you tell that?" asked Luke, who was surprised by what he was hearing. He didn't think there would be such a thing in this world.

"Common knowledge among psychics. For example, you if you had common knowledge would know that you possess a yellow aura. People with yellow auras have an affinity for telekinesis. You have already demonstrated the ability to move objects. A clear example of basic telekinesis,' Edgar replied.

'Oh, that's what Principal Larissa meant by specializing in Telekinesis...' thought Luke, understanding several things.

"So... they only put the colors in to classify the auras not because they could see them," Luke commented.

"No. The classification was done by psychics who can see your aura. These psychics have a white aura. Which means powers in clairvoyance. One of the abilities allows them the ability to see people's auras. They can perceive the colors and energetic patterns emanating from each individual. They can also see their aura," Edgar explained calmly.

"What? That ability is so broken," Luke said with surprise. He could know what powers his enemy had before the battle began, which would give him a huge advantage.

"That's right, it's a big advantage. Besides, it's only one of the clairvoyant's abilities" said Edgar, stroking his mustache.

"What other colors are there?" asked Luke very curiously.

Edgar began to explain. So far counting yellow and white, there were eight colors of Aura.

Blue indicates an affinity for telepathy. Red indicates an affinity for emotional manipulation. Violet is associated with visions of the past, present, or future. Green symbolizes the ability for psychic healing. A kind of healing magic. Orange is linked to elemental manipulation. Finally, black is associated with darkness.

"Whoa... Yeah, there's a lot of it..." commented Luke. He had thought his abilities to move heavy objects were the best, but he had underestimated the psychic powers of this world.

"You should know that telekinetic abilities are not just limited to moving objects with your mind," Edgar said, and Luke nodded. He had already used his telekinetic powers for something else besides moving objects with his mind.

He had manipulated telekinetic waves to create a psychic blast. A sort of invisible blade that allowed him to cut things with a quick movement of his hand.

"Can't you develop another kind of Aura?" asked Luke hopefully. It would be great to have telepathic, clairvoyant, or elemental manipulation powers.

"No. The Aura you are born with is the one you stay with. It's genetic," Edgar replied, and Luke put on a droopy expression.

'He can flip a two-ton pickup truck, and he wants more power...' thought Edgar looking strangely at Luke. The milestone of flipping a four-by-four pickup truck was rare in the outcast community. Few if any psychics demonstrated such power at that age.

"However, you can have more than one Aura when you are born. It all depends on chance," Edgar said, and Luke's expression brightened.

"Usually, the child of two psychics will be born with the aura of one of their parents. In rare cases, it may be born with the aura of both. It would be one in hundreds of thousands. It's very difficult, but there's still the remote possibility," Edgar said, and Luke's expression darkened again.

One in hundreds of thousands? What chance was that in the outcast community that had a low population? It was better not to get his hopes up.

"What Auras did my parents have?" asked Luke.

"You inherited your father's Yellow Aura. In your mother's case, she possessed a Blue Aura. Generally, if you no longer notice any signs, you should not possess it, but the chances are not zero. You may not have needed to use it as in the case of your telekinetic powers," Edgar replied.

"Is there a method to try to train telepathy?" asked Luke.

"Yes, but it won't do you any good if you haven't activated it yet. Before you train it consciously you must activate it unconsciously. Until you awaken it there is no way to try to train it no matter how much you know the method," replied Edgar.

"What a pain... It would be nice to have a clairvoyant," Luke muttered.

"You got it. Right in front of your eyes," said Edgar, puffing out his chest proudly.

"You're a clairvoyant?" asked Luke with surprise.

"Yes. And not only that. I also have a yellow aura. Or well I had when I was alive..." said Edgar with a grimace.

Luke looked at Edgar with envy. It would be pretty cool to be the rare case of having both of your parents' auras.

"Then look at me and tell me if I have another Aura," said Luke hurriedly.

"I can't. I'm a ghost. I can't use my psychic abilities anymore. Hopefully, I can sense the presence of some normies, but not specific aura colors," Edgar said with a depressed air.

'Then why did you say it so proudly?' thought Luke, holding back a sour comment at the sight of his ancestor's depressed state.

"Let's pick up where we left off. Aura manipulation allows you to perform specific actions. In your case, moving objects would be the most basic of Yellow Aura. You already do it instinctively, but if you train with a method that was used by a family of hundreds of years you may see better results," said Edgar.

"So... Through the Aura, I channel my psychic abilities?" asked Luke.

"Exactly. Although I don't have my clairvoyant abilities, from what you told me, you possess a very strong innate Aura. So, it is more natural for you to move objects instinctively. However, not everyone possesses such an intense Aura. So, you have a greater than average talent," Edgar replied, and a slight arrogant smile formed on Luke's face.

"Still, you must not be overconfident. Over time and with proper training, an individual with a lower potential than you can strengthen and develop their Aura to surpass you. So, you must strive," Edgar clarified. He didn't want his great-great-grandson to become a slacker.

The lesson continued for several hours. Edgar focused on teaching Luke all about the Aura. After the theoretical part, they moved on to the practical part. Which focused on awareness exercises. Feeling the psychic energy when you move an object.

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