Tower of god:Skybender

After a long day of training I fall into a deep sleep,the familiar darkness of my room fades into a serene, open sky. In the distance, I see a faint figure, the outline of a woman who feels comforting and familiar. As he moves closer, the woman's features become clearer, and I realize it's my mother, standing tall, her face radiating warmth. Her dark complexion and long black hair gently sway in the breeze, and her grayish-blue eyes—a mirror of Kael's—gaze at him with a soft intensity.

"Kael," her voice echoes softly, as if carried by the wind, "there's something I want to tell you."

They're now standing atop a massive, floating island, suspended in a sky filled with swirling clouds of gray and blue. Kael watches as his mother begins telling a story.

"Long ago, there was a warrior," she begins, her voice laced with admiration and reverence. "He was unlike any other, a master of the skybending arts. His name was lost to time, but his legacy remained. This warrior could bend the skies to his will, shaping winds into weapons and molding the very air into shields. But what made him truly powerful wasn't just his skill—it was his ability to replicate the techniques of his opponents and allies alike, improving upon them and making them his own."

As she speaks, the scene around Kael shifts, and he sees a shadowy figure, the warrior, gracefully moving through the air. Each motion creates bursts of wind that swirl around him, sharp and deadly. Kael watches in awe as the warrior mimics his opponents' techniques, each time faster, stronger, more precise.

"He was a master not just of the skies but of understanding," his mother continues. "He could see the flow of energy, of life itself. By observing, he could recreate almost anything, even the abilities of others. His power wasn't just his own—it was the culmination of everything he encountered. But there was a cost to this gift."

Kael looks back at his mother, a sense of unease settling over him.

"The warrior, in his quest to perfect every skill, lost sight of himself. He became so focused on mastering the abilities of others that he forgot his own essence, the very thing that made him unique."

The sky around them darkens as the warrior begins to fade, his silhouette growing faint, dissolving into the wind itself.

Kael's heart races as her words sink in. He feels a surge of energy, as if the sky itself is responding to his emotions.

"Kael," his mother says softly, her form beginning to fade as well, "embrace your power, but always remember: you are more than the sum of your abilities."

Before Kael can say anything, the dream begins to dissipate, the floating island and his mother fading into the swirling winds. As the last echoes of his mother's voice linger in his mind, Kael wakes up, his body buzzing with energy.

He sits up, breathing heavily, feeling like something inside him has changed, though he's unsure of what it means yet. The story of the skybender warrior lingers in his mind, a haunting reminder of the potential—and the risks—that come with his power.

At the cafeteria, the atmosphere was relaxed as Bam, Kael, Endorsi, Anaak, Khun,

Shibisu,and Hatz sat around the table, eating and sharing stories. Bam, with his usual innocence, began explaining how he met Princess Yuri on the 1st Floor.

"So, um," Bam started, clearly unsure how to describe the experience, "I was just trying to get to the test? And then, out of nowhere, I got kicked in the face." He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as the others raised eyebrows.

Kael leaned in slightly, interested in hearing more but wondering how this story would turn into meeting royalty.

Bam continued, "There was this girl, Princess Yuri. She…I think she thought I was going to die or something because she asked me if I had a death wish. I didn't really know what was going on at the time."

"Clearly," Endorsi snorted, rolling her eyes. "You're lucky she didn't finish the job."

Shibisu chuckled, but Kael remained focused, intrigued by the mention of a Princess. It wasn't every day someone encountered one of Jahad's Princesses, especially on the first floor.

"Then," Bam said, clearly struggling to describe the finer details, "there was this other guy, Evan. He gave me something called a pocket—it's this little floating marble thing that helps you communicate and learn about the Tower. I think Headon didn't want to give me one on purpose, but Yuri made Evan give me one anyway."

Kael, still processing, nodded slowly. "So, a Princess of Jahad... just gave you a pocket?"

"Yeah," Bam replied, "I didn't really understand what it was at first. But once I touched it, all this information about the Tower just popped into my head."

Khun smirked, finding the whole thing amusing. "That must've been quite the introduction to the Tower, Bam."

Kael, however, couldn't help but think about how even in such a chaotic moment, Bam's path was guided by people with significant power.

Kael stood at the edge of the training field, his grayish blue wings tucked behind him as he listened to Yuga explain the basics of Shinsu Bangs to the group. The concept, on the surface, seemed simple enough—control the shinsu, shape it, and manifest it into a Bang, a compact orb of shinsu that could be fired as a projectile. It was a critical skill for Wave Controllers, a position he still felt unfamiliar with. He wasn't entirely sure of his path in the Tower yet, but he was trying to understand the intricacies of manipulating shinsu.

His dark grayish blue eyes drifted toward Bam, who was already able to create one Bang.Yuga was already impressed, calling Bam a genius for his quick progress. But Kael wasn't focused on Bam's so-called talent. Instead, something far more important was unfolding in his mind.

As Yuga continued his demonstration, showing how to gather and shape shinsu with fluid movements, Kael felt a strange sense of recognition settle over him. It was like an old memory surfacing, not entirely his, yet familiar. Each time Yuga formed a Bang, it felt clearer to Kael—more vivid. It wasn't about brute force or raw power. No, what Yuga was showing them was mastery through precision and technique. There was a structure to it, a rhythm in the way shinsu was gathered and then compacted into something lethal.

A flicker of thought brought Kael back to his recent dream. His mother had spoken to him of the legendary skybender, a warrior whose power was rooted not in strength, but in observation. The skybender had a unique ability: by witnessing a technique multiple times, he could replicate it, layer by layer, with incredible accuracy. His strength wasn't the strongest in the land, but his skill was unparalleled. Kael couldn't shake the story from his mind, and now, as he watched Yuga, the parallels struck him deeply.

"This doesn't seem too hard," Kael thought to himself as he focused on his own attempt. With an exhale, he extended his hand, drawing in the shinsu around him. The energy felt familiar now—something he could grasp, but it was elusive, as if testing him. He gathered the shinsu and tried to mold it into a Bang, but it came out unstable, the orb wobbling and flickering in his palm. It was weak, unrefined, and barely held together by sheer will. Still, it was something.

But Kael felt it—potential. The pieces were there, they just needed to fall into place. He remembered the skybender's method: watch, understand, and then recreate. The ability wasn't about immediate success. It was about layering the experiences, each attempt refining the skill.

"Mr. Yuga, can you show me the Bang one more time?" Kael asked, his voice calm, but his mind racing. He needed to see it again, feel that flicker of understanding solidify.

Yuga, slightly puzzled but obliging, demonstrated the Bang once more, effortlessly forming a perfect sphere of shinsu in his palm. And there it was again—the click in Kael's mind, the shift in his understanding. His thoughts sharpened, focusing on how Yuga controlled the flow of energy, how he gathered it into a tight, spinning core before stabilizing it. The technique wasn't just about willpower; it was about finding balance, about precision.

Kael stepped forward again, drawing in the shinsu with more intent this time. As it condensed in his hand, the Bang began to form again, but this time, it felt more stable, more controlled. The flickering had stopped, and the unstable energy was now a more refined orb of shinsu. Kael held it longer, feeling the weight and power of it. He fired it off, and the Bang shot out, cutting through the air with surprising speed and precision, going much farther than Bam's.

It wasn't perfect, but it was better.

The realization hit him like a wave. His mind was doing something more than just copying what he saw—it was breaking the technique down, layer by layer, understanding it at a deeper level with each attempt. His ability to replicate wasn't instantaneous, but it was developing, growing stronger with each repeated experience.

As he stood there, the Bang dissipating in the distance, Kael couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His journey in the Tower had only just begun, but already, he could feel something awakening within him.

"Not bad," Kael thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. There was still much to learn, but now he had a path. He wasn't just a Wave fisher. He was something more.