Chapter 14

Banners and streamers were seen everywhere you looked. From the corner of one house to another the triangular shaped pieces of paper crossed above everyone's heads. Fireworks were sent into the sky using people's manipulation powers. They went up and made a loud memorising bang while spelling out the words, 'Happy 12th Birthday'.

It really has been 7 years since I first started my training. In that time I have improved by leaps and bounds compared to what the normal manipulator should have. In terms of power I was borderline making it into being an S rank manipulator. The gap between A+ and S was absolutely massive and I have been stuck in A+ for ages.

At first I thought the gap between A and A+ was big. However, it was nothing compared to the amount of time and training it would take me to get to S. Even with my massive head start and insane improvement rate it had still taken me 4 years to even be able to put up a fight against Garv. Even though in terms of magical power we had been a bit similar, in terms of raw power he outweighed me by far, mostly due to the massive age difference though. That wasn't the only reason either, as Garv also had years of prior experience in near death experiences and fights compared to my measly 7 years of sparring not risking my life for anything against the same 2 people.

The amount of power these people held was unimaginable and if the gap for S rank so big I wonder what it was like for the S+ rank and then even better than that was the kingdomers. These people were few and far between. Our kingdom and most the other kingdoms in the empire only had 1 and at the most a kingdom would have 3. I wouldn't doubt that some kingdoms in this empire haven't even got an S+ rank.

My sister told me that the power a kingdomers held was that of 3 times the strength our mother used against the dragons and the reason they had been thought to be extinct is that the kingdomers were supposed to have decimated their numbers in the war after they began wreaking havoc in our world.

Sadly that was many, many years ago and now most of the kingdomers from that time have grown old so even though they may still be powerful it is nothing compared to what they were like during their prime so what most people still think their kingdom have a kingdomers they really just have an old rich person that only wards people off by the hearing of their name. Which is still good but they wouldn't be able to handle an attack from a younger person of the same rank as them from another empire.

Luckily the other empires didn't have this information and they could only theorise on this instead of actually knowing because they would have definitely taken those chances to take over some more of our territories.

With the amount of time that has gone by we were able to increase our empires attacking forces through numbers but when it comes to the actual strength per unit it is abysmal to what it used to be.

However as of right now it is my 12th birthday and for now I don't have to think about my empires state of army forces. I can just think about my upcoming training for when I go to the Manipulators School. They were incredibly boring with the name as it literally called the School of Manipulators, this is a bit bland of a name for such a prestigious school.

I would obviously have a lot different of a school life compared to my soon to be classmates, if I have any. They could possibly make me go somewhere completely different because of my monstrous powers when compared to the other students. Everyone that would be at the school would have only had around a couple months' worth of training if that. I would be an outcast because of how much stronger I am than everyone else.

It is possible they might gang up on me due to the fear of me going on a rampage against them. Even if I know I won't do something like that and I could reassure everyone there that I won't attack any of them, the fear would still reside inside them and they would keep a good distance. This fact had been on my mind for the past year as I knew that every day was closer for me going to school. This was the only thing I was worried about and that was how lonely I may be.

I might not have had any friends during my several years of training but I was never lonely as I had my sister and Garv there with me. The latest edition is my nephew that my sister gave birth to 4 years ago. It turned out that my sister and Garv had been getting down to business if you know what I mean and they had got engaged a couple weeks before my birthday.

I wasn't that surprised by this as I knew there was bound to be something between them if Garv had agreed to stay here for those many years of my training. I would be very worried if something wasn't going on as there was definitely a lot of chemistry between the 2 from what I have seen.

Luckily they had finally got into business with each over after 3 whole years. There was finally something to give me a bit of entertainment. The weekly disagreements between them both are quite the show. They could honestly be turned into a whole drama series and they would rake in a killing.

It's the best when they start to get so mad they start to have a small fight between each over. They both know they won't be able to harm each over only using their physical strength so they just go all out on each over in the arena we eventually ended up making for training and obviously their fights.

Unluckily for me, lately, they have been having less and less fights between each over and now when they do have their disagreement it's a lot less dramatic and now my entertainment needs are rarely sufficed. It's a good thing that they aren't arguing anymore but I still liked the small entertainment that I would receive.

My nephew was my main source of entertainment apart from training as everyone knows young children are stupid and do loads of funny things. For example, there was one day where I found him playing with my old punching bag that I used when I was first training my close-combat fighting skills. My nephew whose name was clearly chosen by a nut job was Nevan. I really don't know what my sister and Garv were thinking in the process of his name but you could swear that they want him to be bullied when he grows up. I've gotten used to it over the years but it is still a terrible name to give to your child.

Luckily, by the time he is in school my name will be heard all around the continent maybe even the world. No one would dare to even mention anything bad about my nephew in worry I might come for them.