CHAPTER 3

─ Did he just curse Nakimura? No ... He seemed to say something about respect ... Or that he doesn't respect him ... ─ The class immediately whispered, putting me in an awkward position.

"Is this really a school for linguists?" ─ I thought indignantly, but the teacher hastened to calm everyone down.

─ Raizetsu wanted to urge his classmate to respect the elders, but I think Nakimura will be able to explain his opinion. ─ An elderly man addressed the students, trying to first take a look at the whole class, and at the end of the phrase, he settled on a ladies' man.

The guy got up from his seat, trying not to show a smug smile, then rolled up his left sleeve.

─ Friends, do you know what this is? ─ He asked, showing a thin black bracelet with a golden core.

From the violent reaction of the class, it was clear that everyone knew about this bracelet. Well, almost everything.

─ What the f… (what the) ─ I whispered quietly, frowning.

─ A little more and I will have to leave you, as much as I want to ... ─ The guy tried to exaggerate, but it was clear that he liked this attention. ─ Until recently, I was just like you. I enjoyed my holidays, preparing for my studies, thinking about the future. But everything was decided for me ... ─ He continued to press on pity. ─… without knowing it, I managed to awaken the power of our clan in my body. And now, I have no choice but to pass the First Stage test after three months, after which my path lies in Tokyo ...

─ Whoa ... He is very lucky! You can handle it ... ─ Again the class rustled, jealous of the guy.

It seems that Nakimura planned to present everyone with a fact when the test results were announced.

"I didn't understand everything, but I have a certain picture…" ─ I summed up the conclusion, not intending to further cling to this guy.

He may be narcissistic and talkative, but after a while he will no longer be here, as he himself said.

I knew that there is a school in Tokyo for the most gifted, but for the first time I heard about the test of the First stage and about the power that can be awakened in your body. Supermen were often mentioned in the news, greatly exaggerating their capabilities, which made teenagers practically idolize heroes.

"Graduates of that school become defenders of justice ..." ─ I remembered small details that I heard a few days ago. ─ "But I'm not interested in that."

It is too silly when people place their hopes on a stranger and follow his every step, listening to all the words. They may be a little stronger than us, but they just have to do their job, comparable to putting out fires and providing first aid. In my understanding, the heroes did not deserve such a high place in the sun.

"Defenders of justice? Just hostages of their strength and glory. Shining from the outside, you rot from the inside." ─ I thought a little tiredly and sat up straight.

This lesson was too tedious for me.

While everyone continued to discuss what they had heard and praise the talkative student, I propped my head with both hands, pretending to be pensive, and closed my eyes. My mind was falling asleep. Into a nap, when the voices around him fade away, only remaining on the edge of consciousness.

Maybe someone will say that this is not acceptable, but I loved this ethereal state, where you know that everything around is a fantasy, and reality is very close. My mind was ready to wake up at any moment.

"I want to run ... very fast." ─ I thought, unable to keep the feeling of striving into the unknown, while my imagination drew a city filled with streets, alleys, fences, people, cars ...

The landscape had not had time to fill in with all the details when I jumped off the spot. I did not care deeply what I was wearing, even if naked.

I ran, jumping over cars and deftly jumping over obstacles, even though I didn't really do parkour. There are no restrictions on your possibilities, which are determined by fantasy.

"Even faster ..." ─ I could not calm down, with one push I climbed onto someone's balcony, and jumped from it to another.

Pushing off again, I managed to climb onto the roof and take a few easy steps along the edge of the building - to the corner, after which I jumped with all my might ...

"Above!" ─ A furious thought was beating as my heart sank in a leap, and my hand was already grasping the ledge of a nearby building.

Unable to stop for a second, I instantly climbed further, in advance noting in my head the trajectory of my path, where the end point was a high lamppost. After skipping a few heartbeats, my hands gripped the metal frame of the billboard tenaciously while the car horns continued to sound below.

At this moment, when everything happens at a height of over five meters, even if not in reality, you notice little. Small details do not matter until you pay your attention to them. Therefore, when I was already overcoming the last frontier, my fleeting glance, accidentally falling on my fingers and hands, revealed dark spots, akin to soot from fire.

"What the ..." ─ Confusedly I asked myself when I made the last jump.

A fleeting surprise had its consequences. The outlines of houses, people, cars and everything else blurred, but I managed to quickly regain the quality of drawing my mind in order to safely reach the end point.

Already climbing the lamppost, I carefully looked at my hands, but there was nothing strange. Black spots disappeared without a trace, leaving not even the slightest trace.

"Probably it seemed." "I had to wave it off so as not to sharpen my attention on this insignificant case.

Continuing my "parkour" until nightfall, I was able to listen a little to the conversations in the classroom, at the cost of a second reduction in the quality of drawing the fantasy world. The teacher was still reading the test results, each time being distracted by other topics.

When in reality it became very quiet, or vice versa, laughter arose, my attention sharpened, catching mentions of my name.

"Where I am?" ─ I suddenly came to my senses when I was already running through an empty alley, and then I came out onto a wide and bright road.

After taking a few steps out of the darkness, I had to take a look at the houses and occasionally passing cars.

There were slightly more people on the opposite side. There was the Shooting Star nightclub, as the sign above the entrance said, and there were small tables nearby. Light jazz was playing on the street, which could not be said about the music in the club itself. Near the half-open door, there was a security guard accepting payment for entering the institution, which caused a small queue to gather.

At first glance, I have revealed quite a few details, but this is still all that the mind of a high school student is capable of, because I have not yet been lucky enough to visit the clubs in reality.

"Hmm ... I would not mind visiting this place at least in my dream." ─ I thought, but I was in no hurry to go straight away. ─ "Even here you have to observe some points in order to be allowed to pass. The first requirement is clothing. " ─ I specifically listed in my head before lowering my gaze, so that my mind had time to adjust to my fantasy.

Now I was wearing a white shirt and black pants, which I used to wear every day to school. Therefore, my consciousness reproduced such clothes.

"So ... Now the money." ─ A thought flashed through my mind, but I didn't immediately put my hands in my pockets. ─ "I'm sure I have a wallet. Dark ... Leather. "

As expected, convincing suggestion was enough, for which I liked dreams, outstripping the availability of the beautiful female sex.

─ Haha ... I hope I haven't started speaking in reality yet? ─ I asked myself hopefully, but there was no call yet, like a hail.

It felt like there was a heated discussion in the class about the incident at the opening ceremony, where one of my classmates excelled. A careful attempt to listen to the conversations again, only led to a dullness of the surrounding colors.

"No-no-no ... It's too early for me to wake up ..." ─ I panicked and hurried to return everything. ─ "Club, costume, security guard, music, girls ..."

I was unable to return some parts. For example, the name of the club, which has changed for these two moments to a star, ceasing to be "falling".

"Now the main thing is not to give slack." ─ I made a firm decision as I stepped across the road.

There were no problems with the guard. He busily demanded fifteen bucks from me for entry, and I fished a random bill out of my wallet and gave it to him. The main thing is not to look at the money, because doubts will immediately appear, and they, in this place, generate changes.

"It doesn't matter that the 15 dollar bill doesn't exist ... Especially in Japan, where the Yen is used." ─ I thought with a grin as I walked along the dark corridor of the club.

The music and bass, which was overlapped by jazz on the street, began to gain momentum.

The corridor cannot be called completely dark, because the lighting, although dim, was present. Its color was just purple, barely illuminating the passage. Also, there were lonely figures, tiredly blowing smoke under the wall.

"The main thing is not to look in their direction ... And even more so - to talk." - It took me to remind myself.

I found out this rule a long time ago. When you try to consider someone's face in a dream, you subconsciously ask yourself - "Do I know him?" Then the faces of acquaintances from reality begin to pop up in my head for comparison, be it an actor, friend, relative, or even an ordinary passer-by who asked a couple of days ago the time at the bus stop. This is followed by the import of appearance into your dream for a stranger.

The sounds almost reached their maximum volume, and the hallway is finally over.

"Now I have to decide ... What exactly do I want?" ─ I asked myself, unbuttoning the button on the collar of my shirt.

Light music made the lighting a little better, but this was almost not enough to see everything.

"Bar, dance floor, strippers ... And no security." ─ A thought flashed through my mind, causing a slight grin on my lips.

I had no intention of dancing, and there was no point in drinking here. Walking through the dancing crowd, I managed to catch one of the fluttering girls and confidently lead them. All that remained was to find the toilet door ... Or create it.

"On the left side of the bar ... Right behind these people." ─ I tried to convince myself by holding my "victim" by the waist.

The dream adapted to my fantasy, creating the desired door. Now it remains to seize the opportunity and at least have time to cuddle the night beauty. Or maybe a little more ...