My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883 -883 Early Signs

“Don’t rush it,” Clyde barked as he walked past one of the students whose veins were bulging with strain. “Feel the flow of the Spiritual Energy in your body. Focus. Visualize how you want your ability to manifest. Only then can you control it.”

It looked like the student was trying too hard, his stance rigid, as if forcing something unnatural to emerge, possibly triggering the wrong power altogether.

Then, out of nowhere, a loud fart echoed through the room, followed by an awful smell that quickly spread. Clyde’s face darkened instantly. Unfortunately, he was standing far too close to the culprit for his own comfort.

A beat of silence passed, then the entire room erupted into laughter.

“I knew it,” One of the warriors muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re channeling your energy into the wrong place, man. Ease up!”

Another warrior chimed in between laughs, “Forget awakening your ability, you just unleashed a dark power. And it reeks!”

Kisha was dumbfounded. She had planned to impress the officer from the Capital by showcasing the strength and discipline of her warriors, but what she walked into made her feel a pang of secondhand embarrassment instead.

Clearing her throat loudly to announce her presence, she silently hoped her warriors would snap out of whatever foolishness had just taken place. The moment they heard her, all heads turned, and suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Even the one who had been making everyone laugh straightened up, face turning serious in an instant.

Clyde gave Kisha a respectful nod before returning to his task, continuing to guide the group with calm authority. Soon after, one of the trainees managed to conjure several dark tree roots from the ground. The roots twisted and writhed like octopus tentacles, an eerie but impressive sight.

At first, the warrior looked startled by the results, but as he realized the roots were responding to his will, a wide grin spread across his face. The quantity and control told him one thing: he was getting stronger.

Clyde gave an approving nod but offered a stern reminder. “Don’t get complacent just because your ability is improving. Use this as motivation to keep going.”

“Understood, sir!” the warrior responded with renewed focus, his gaze sharp as he directed the roots with growing precision.

Then, one trainee managed to conjure fire, and another successfully formed a ball of water, only for it to unexpectedly shoot straight toward Kisha’s face. The young man who conjured the water hadn’t realized he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. The moment he lost control of its trajectory, it launched itself across the room, splashing right at her.

Though they were among the top rankers in the academy, they were still inexperienced when it came to wielding their awakened abilities. They belonged to the last batch of awakened individuals before the first wave of awakening had stopped.

At the time of their awakening, recruitment for the warrior force had already ended, and most of them had day jobs or responsibilities that kept them from joining immediately. On top of that, they hadn’t received much training, and most of the senior instructors and leaders had been too busy focusing on the first generation of warriors.

But now, with the Academy finally established and the second wave of recruitment just finished, they were finally getting the chance to train seriously and develop their awakened abilities.

But because he still didn’t have full control over his ability, the warrior couldn’t stop the water ball from flying off. He shut his eyes in horror, bracing himself for the inevitable disaster, certain that he’d just drenched the City Lord and ruined his chance to show his progress.

Gasps echoed around the room.

When he cautiously opened his eyes, expecting to see Kisha soaked and furious, he was instead met with an astonishing sight. The water ball was floating harmlessly in midair, just inches from her face.

The officers standing beside her were frozen, their expressions caught somewhere between awe, surprise, and confusion.

Then, with a casual flick of her fingers, Kisha broke the water ball into several smaller orbs. They hovered in front of her for a second, then shot out like bullets, each one hitting a different student on the forehead.

She had controlled the force perfectly, just enough to give each of them a playful flick and leave their faces wet, but their pride intact.

Laughter and applause filled the room.

“City Lord, wait, can you control water too?” one of the warriors asked, eyes wide with admiration. “Are you a water type?”

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