Chapter 2: Revelation
Kesshi looked around. Osamu's office was a large pentagonal room. Three of the walls (including the one which they entered through) were covered by massive bookshelves, filled to the brim with books of all sizes. Some looked old, their bindings visible worn from years of repeated use. Others looked brand new, like they had just arrived from the publisher the other day. Large windows occupied the other two walls. From where he stood, Kesshi could see a large number of trees taking precedent in the landscape beyond.
Back inside, a large mahogany desk sat prominently in the center of the room. Even more books and large stacks of paper covered the desk, as well as the floor around it. Kesshi reached down and picked up one sheet. What surprised him was that it wasn't paper; it was actually parchment. He tried to decipher the message, but the script it was written in was so intricate that it was almost impossible for him to read.
"May I ask that you not look through my work?"
Osamu stepped up next to Kesshi, taking the sheet of parchment out of his hands. Kesshi rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that," he said apologetically. "I guess I was just a little curious."
"Well, it's certainly not a crime to be curious," said Osamu as he picked up the sheets of paper that had fallen off the desk. "I'm sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting a visitor today."
"Don't worry about." At least it's cleaner than my room, Kesshi thought to himself. I haven't cleaned it in forever. "This is an impressive office."
"Yes, I guess it is. It has taken me many years to amass this collection." He now sat down behind his desk. "But that is not the reason why I wish to speak to you. I am sure you know why. Please, sit down." He gestured to a wooden chair that sat in front of the desk, seemingly waiting for Kesshi to sit down in it.
A strange pang of guilt built up in Kesshi's chest as he sat down. He knew they were going to talk about last night. And most certainly, the first topic would be his killing of those two men. "Look, I don't know how the hell I did what I did last night, but I had no choice," Kesshi said defiantly, like he was being interrogated by the police. "That one guy had a damn gun pointed at my chest. What…"
"Hold on, Kesshi," Osamu cut in, holding his hand up in front of him. "First off, I would appreciate it if you would not use such language around me…"
"…But you are not in any sort of trouble. I have already discussed the events of last night with the Goldenrod Police Department and they are not going to pursue the matter any further. You have nothing to worry about."
Kesshi let out a sigh of relief. "Really?" He relaxed himself in his chair. At least I don't have to worry about that.
"However, I do wish to talk about something else related to last night." Osamu stood up and walked over to a bookshelf, apparently searching for a book. "When I saw what you did in that alleyway, I realized that you were something special."
"Special?" Kesshi asked, somewhat bemused. For as long as he could remember, he never recalled an instant where someone said he was special. When he was younger, he had tried his hand at being a Pokemon trainer. However, his journey was one disaster after another. He eventually returned home, dispirited and crestfallen. After some time to look over his options, he reenrolled in school. Event there, where he was among peers who had similar problems, he was nothing more than an average student. There's nothing special about me. Osamu pulled a book off the shelf and returned to behind his desk. "You have the ability that most people in this world cannot even fathom," said Osamu, a hint of mystery in his voice. "You have the capability to control a force that is invisible to average person, yet it is vital to our existence. Only a select few in this world are able to do such things." He paused, building up Kesshi's anticipation for the climax.
The old man's tactics were working well on Kesshi. "What? What can I do?" he asked, desperately wanting to know.
Osamu didn't answer right away, but instead he handed Kesshi the book he had taken off the shelf. Kesshi looked over it with great interest. It was a fair sized book, though small in comparison to the other books in Osamu's collection. Yet the leather-bound book appeared to be one of the oldest books he owned, given how beaten up its cover looked. On the cover, in shining blue lettering, it read The Legend of Sir Aaron.
"I assume you heard this story when you were younger." He smiled as he observed the look of surprise on Kesshi's face.
Heard it? Kesshi thought to himself, I loved it! Growing up, he could remember his mother reading to him before he would go to bed. The most often requested story was the exact one he held in his hands. He looked up at Osamu and nodded. "Yes, I have. It was one of my favorites growing up."
Osamu said nothing. Taking advantage of the silence, Kesshi opened the pages and began randomly flipping through. Unlike the version at he grew up with, this copy featured intricate illustrations. One page showed Aaron on the back of a large brown-and-white bird (Kesshi recognized it as a Pidgeot) flying toward the Tree of Beginning, holding his scepter high in front of him. He turned to the next page…
Kesshi let out an involuntary gasp. Before him on the page was a smaller version of the painting he had seen in the hallway moments ago. He looked up at Osamu.
The old man nodded even before he had the opportunity to speak. "Yes, that was Sir Aaron in that painting outside." Kesshi couldn't help but notice that Osamu seemed to be enjoying this whole ordeal, a smile barely concealed under his beard. "Now, I hope you don't mind me testing your memory of the story. Would you happen to remember what exactly Sir Aaron was?"
It took Kesshi a moment to remember, having not heard or read the story for years. "Wasn't he some sort of knight?"
Osamu shook his head. "Not exactly," he said, slightly disappointed with the answer. "Sir Aaron was an Aura Guardian."
"Oh yeah, I remember that now," Kesshi exclaimed, recalling the small detail that had escaped his mind after all those years. "But what has this got to do with me?"
"Patience," Osamu assured him, "we will get to how this all connects to you. Now, do you know what aura is?"
Kesshi racked his brain for any such knowledge. "No, I don't," he confessed. But then he remembered something. "But I did hear you and Hana talking about it when I woke up."
"Indeed, we were. So, I am correct in assuming that you do not know what aura is?"
Kesshi nodded to confirm this belief. "So what is aura exactly?"
"What is aura?" Osamu stood from his desk and started pacing around the room. "It is a very tough concept to explain. The world today has twisted it so much that it is hard to tell the truth from the fiction.
"In the most basic of explanations, aura is the essence of all living creatures. It flows through the creature's body, providing it with life. It is a very powerful and critical force in existence. To most people, it is invisible under normal circumstances. As such, there are many people who do not believe in its existence. They only believe the things that they can physically see themselves.
"However, there are a small number of people in the world who have an incredible gift. They have the ability to control aura."
Kesshi stared at him blankly. "Control aura?" he inquired, trying to comprehend all that Osamu has told him.
"Yes," Osamu assured him. "These lucky few can take the energy that flows from any living thing and bend it to their will. Not only that, but they are able to see using aura, seeing where objects are based on the aura it emits. There are many wonderful powers associated with aura."
"I guess so," Kesshi conceded. At that moment, something came to him. "But wait, does that mean..."
Osamu sat back his chair and smiled. "Indeed. You, my young friend, have this power. You have the ability to control aura."
For a moment, there was silence. The only sound that could be heard was the breeze gently blowing outside. Finally, Kesshi found his voice. "I can control aura." He looked down at his hands. The previous night, he felt an abnormal force surge through his body and out of those very hands. Now that force had a name: aura.
"Yes…and no," Osamu replied somberly. "You have the capability of doing so. However, at this very moment you cannot." He noticed the bemused look on Kesshi's face. "You do not have the proper training to accomplish this feat. Last night, your powers activated as a last resort to protect yourself. That is often how one learns of their ability."
"So can you…?"
Osamu didn't even have to wait for the question. "Yes, I can. I too have the ability to control aura." He stood up and held his hands out. "Watch."
Almost instantaneously, a large orb of glowing green energy formed between the palms of his hands. Kesshi watched as with little effort, Osamu maintained the orb's size to the nearest millimeter. Then, just as sudden as it appeared, the orb vanished, leaving not a trace of its existence. A content smiled crossed Kesshi's face; he couldn't help but feeling a little bit . Sure, it wasn't as flashy or powerful as the display he had put on last night. However, his was only a last resort. Osamu could summon his power at will.
"I see you are impressed," Osamu said, taking notice of Kesshi's reaction. It wasn't like most of the other newcomers. Most were in awe and demanding him to do it again. However, Kesshi seemed to be much more mature. He could sense that he was different.
Kesshi nodded. "That was pretty cool," he said, looking back down at his hands again. Could I actually be able to do that? Is it really possible? He was about to ask something when he heard a knock. "What—?"
Osamu let out a cheerful laugh. "That must be Hana telling me my time is up. She does tend to worry about her patients." He walked over to the bookshelf that led out to the hallway. "Well, there's no point in me holding you hostage longer than necessary. I would like to continue this conversation later though, perhaps when we take you home."
"That would be fine," Kesshi said, trying his best to hide the disappointment in his voice. He still had a lot of questions to ask. But before he left, he wanted to ask Osamu one last question before he returned to the infirmary. "Excuse me. There's one thing that I want to ask before I go."
"You wish to know why I showed you the book, don't you?"
At first, Kesshi didn't know how to react. That's exactly what I was going to ask. He hesitated, but then nodded to confirm Osamu's belief.
"I figured that you would be able to figure it out," he said.
Kesshi thought about it for a moment. "So you are a Guardian of Aura?"
"I am not just any Guardian of Aura," Osamu said quietly as he ushered Kesshi out of his seat and over toward the bookshelf. "I am the Grandmaster of the Guardians of Aura."
End Chapter 2