bully the bully
Six days passed,and Agaba's recovery defied all logic. His dad and the doctor exchanged astonished glances, for just a week ago, Agaba had emerge from a coma, his body battered and broken.
The doctor had predicted a minimum of two months for a full recovery, but Agaba's progress was nothing short of miraculous.
The doctor's scrutiny revealed internal injuries and mysterious, fleshy growths within Agaba's body, yet his skin remained unbroken.
It was as if some unseen force had ravaged his internal tissues without leaving a single external scar.
The medical team, was baffled, attributing the injuries to some unknown trauma, perhaps he fell from a building.
When Agaba returned to school the following Monday, his classmates murmured among themselves, skeptical of the severity of his injuries.
The class head of the year two science class felt compelled to address the whispers, revealing that even the doctor had dubbed Agaba's recovery a "miracle".
As the term progressed, Agaba settled back into his routine.
Two weeks into his return, the class sat for a physics test.
Agaba's results stunned everyone: he had answered every question correctly, a feat that had previously seemed impossible for him.
His classmates were shocked , for Agaba had always struggled to score even half the marks in physics.
Yet, he had tackled the test with ease, as if the concepts were second nature to him.
Rumors swirled that the physics teacher had given Agaba free marks, but when the teacher had another instructor review the test paper, the results remained the same: Agaba had scored a perfect 100%, the class was abuzz with speculation, some whispering that the accident had somehow altered Agaba's brain, granting him uncanny understanding of the physical world.
Agaba's transformation was nothing short of astonishing. His once-vibrant personality had given way to a brooding, enigmatic presence.
He navigated the school hallways with an air of detachment, his eyes fixed on some distant horizon.
His words were sparse, his interactions minimal, and his focus solely on his studies.
Even Ahmed, his closest friend, was taken aback by the changes.
"what's gotten into you, man?" Ahmed would ask, only to be met with a shrug or a monosyllabic response.
The dynamic duo's conversations, once filed with laughter and excitement, had devolved into stilted, serious discussions.
As Agaba's demeanor grew colder, his training with his dad intensified.
This two would disappear into the forest, honing their skills in preparation for an unknown threat.
Meanwhile, the Idibia-Nneka juggernaut continued to roll, leaving a trail of admiration and envy in its wake.
Idibia's hat-trick heroics on the soccer field had cemented his status as a school celebrity, and his romance with Nneka had become the stuff of legend.
But beneath the surface, Nneka's behaviour had grown increasingly toxic.
Her twin sister, Nnenna, had long been wary of Nneka's entitled attitude, but the latest developments had pushed her to the breaking point.
The final straw came when their parents discovered the lavish gifts Idibia had been showering Nneka with.
Nneka's response was a masterclass in defiance, as she exchanged heated words with her parents.
Nnenna, fed up with her sister's antics, spilled the truth to their parents, earning her the label of "snitch".The fallout was immediate.
Idibia's gang vandalized Nnenna's locker, plastering the word "snitch" across its surface.
The slur spread like wildfire, reaching even the school's social media channels.
The rift between the twin sisters grew wider, their relationship now a toxic mix of anger and resentment.
After a week in school, a particular incident occurred between Idibia and Agaba, Idibia came to confront Agaba, his eyes gleamed with malice as he strode into the classroom, his sights set on Agaba.
The air was electric with tension, and the entire class held its collective breath, sensing a confrontation brewing.
Idibia's voice dripped with venom as he taunted Agaba.
"hey, Agaba, how's the heartbreak treating you,kid? I heard you tried to escape it by… well, you know. But I guess you didn't quite succeed, huh?"
The class erupted into a chorus of gasps and snickers, with all eyes fixed on Agaba, waiting for his response.
Idbia's words cut deep, but Agaba's expression remained a mask of indifference.
Idibia, expecting a rise out of him, continued to push his buttons.
"I mean, I'm sure there are plenty of other girls out there who'd be happy to help you mend your broken heart. You could start a support group or something!" the class was in stitches, but Agaba's silence was deafening.
And then, in a move that left everyone stunned, Agaba stood up, his eyes never leaving Idibia's face.
He called out to Ahmed, and together they walked out of the classroom, leaving idibia's insults hanging in the air like a challenge unmet.
The silence that followed was oppressive, with Idibia's face twisted in a mixture of fury and embarrassment.
To be ignored by Agaba was a slap in the face, a public rejection that left Idibia seething.
His smile was bitter, his eyes flashing with anger, as he realized that Agaba had just delivered a devastating counterattack - one that didn't require a single word.
As the final bell tolled, Idibia and his gang ambushed Agaba and Ahmed, blocking their path home.
Idibia's smile twisted into a malevolent grin as he sneered, "you think you can disrespect me? I'll send you back to the hospital, and this time, you won't be so lucky".
Agaba's response was a cold, calculated warning: "Don't act stupid, Idibia. Call your boys off, or you'll regret this".
Idibia's laughter echoed through the air, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Oh, you think a few inches of height make you tough? What can you do, huh? Scratch me like a cat?"
The gang erupted into jeers and catcalls, but Agaba's expression remained impressive, his eyes never leaving Idibia's face.
"Give your best shots, kids", he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. "I warned you not to play with fire".
The gang charged, a chaotic melee of fists and feet.
But Agaba was a force of nature, a whirlwind of precision and power.
He dodged and weaved, his fists flying with deadly accuracy.
The gang stumbled backward, their faces contorted in pain and shock.
Idibia's eyes went wide as Agaba caught his wrist, his grip like a vice.
"I warned you to go home", Agaba hissed, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
Idibia froze, his bladder releasing its contents as he stared into Agaba's face.
The look there was one of cold, calculated fury, the gaze of an assassin.
Agaba's kick sent Idibia tumbling to the ground, his warning echoing through the air: "Never attack me or my friend again".
As Idibia scrambled to his feet and fled, Agaba's eyes never left his back, his expression a mask of unyielding resolve.
Ahmed's eyes widened in awe as he gazed at Agaba, wondering if this was the same person he'd known for years.
The evidence was staggering: nine people lay sprawled on the ground, defeated, while Agaba's shirt remained immaculate, not a single thread out of place.
The toughest guy in school had been reduced to a quivering mess with just one piercing look.
Agaba's smile was a subtle, enigmatic curve of his lips as he turned to Ahmed. "let's head home, alright?" Ahmed nodded, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded.
As they walked away, Ahmed couldn't help but steal glances at Agaba, his mind reeling with questions.
Over the next seven months, Agaba's training intensified, with his father guiding him through the intricacies of natural manipulation.
Agaba's dedication was unwavering, and he soon mastered the elements with ease.
His powers grew, and he began to exert control over the weather itself, summoning storms and whirlwinds with a mere thought.
As Agaba's abilities expanded, so did his reputation.
His classmates regarded him with a mixture of fear and awe, whispering stories of his exploits in hushed tones.
Idibia, still traumatized by their last encounter, seethed with resentment, his desire for revenge burning brighter with each passing day.
Yet, the memory of Agaba's piercing gaze and effortless dominance kept him at bay, his plans for retaliation simmering on the back burner, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Another incident that occurred was when Omeche, notorious for trolling Agaba online, decided to stir up trouble at the school match.
As the year 2 boys clashed with the year 3 art students in a football game, Omeche spotted Agaba sitting among the spectators, his presence a departure from his usual enthusiasm.
She seized the opportunity to taunt him, her voice ringing out at the stand."look at Agaba, too cool to defend his classmates' pride! He thinks he's above it all just because he's grown a few inches. What a coward! Why can't you be more like Idibia, leading the charge and bringing home the win?" Omeche's words dripped with venom, but to her surprise, the crowd remained silent.
As she scanned the faces around her, Omeche noticed Idibia's gang exchanging nervous whispers, their eyes wide with fear.
Her anger boiled over, and she continued to berate Agaba, but her words fell flat.
The whispering grew louder, and some of Idibia's gang members slunk away, changing their seats in embarrassment.
Omeche's face burned with shame as she covered it with her hands.
The match began, with year 2 struggling to gain the upper hand.
At halftime, the score was nil-nil, but Idibia's confidence was palpable.
That was, until he locked eyes with Agaba.
The gaze that met Idibia's was unnerving, a piercing stare that sent shivers down his spine.
His smile faltered, and he swallowed his boasts, his mind reeling with fear.
Every time he thought of Agaba's gaze, he stumbled, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot.
The game slipped through his fingers like sand, and he squandered five chances, ultimately being substituted in the 74th minute.
The final whistle blew, and the year 3 art students, celebrated their 1-0 victory over year 2.
Idibia's perfect record was shattered, and his pride lay in tatters.
As he trudged off the field, he couldn't shake the feeling that Agaba's gaze had cursed him, casting a shadow over his once-invincible reputation.
Idibia lingered in the locker room, his mind reeling from the unsettling encounter with Agaba.
The mere gaze of his adversary had left him feeling crippled, his confidence shattered like fragile glass.
He couldn't shake the feeling that Agaba's powers went far beyond the physical realm, that his very presence seemed to command an otherworldly authority.
As Idibia grappled with the implications of Agaba's abilities, a remarkable phenomenon was unfolding elsewhere.
Agaba, driven by an insatiable hunger to master his craft, stood outside, his eyes fixed intently on the sky.
With a subtle gesture, he began to weave a intricate pattern, his fingers dancing through the air as he summoned the winds.
The breeze responded to his call, shifting from a gentle caress to a fierce gust that sent clouds spinning across the sky.
Agaba's control was mesmerizing, his movements economical and precise as he orchestrated the elements. Water molecules rose from the earth, drawn upward by his subtle manipulations.
The clouds coalesced, darkening the sky as a torrential downpour unleashed itself upon the city.
The rain lashed down, drumming against the pavement for four relentless hours. And when it finally ceased, Agaba stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion as he gently coaxed the winds to disperse the clouds.
A warm breeze wafted in from the south, carrying with it the promise of a cooler day.
This remarkable display marked the beginning of Agaba's ascendancy as a master of natural manipulation.
Over the ensuing weeks, he refine his skills, his control growing more precise with each passing day.
The city's farmers, sensing the shift in the weather, began to till the earth, planting seeds that would soon sprout into lush, green crops.
And Agaba, his powers growing with each passing day, stood at the forefront of this transformation, a quiet, unassuming hero who wielded the elements with a mastery that bordered on the divine.