Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 3

At the school hospital, Dean was grateful that the school nurses healed him as quickly as possible, restoring his broken arms and legs back to normal.

Mr. Johnson looked at Dean with a mixture of concern and disappointment. "Dean, what were you thinking, charging into a fight like that? You could have died."

Dean remained quiet, his eyes cast downward in shame.

Mr. Johnson sighed and felt a pang of pity for the young boy. "Dean, you need to be careful. You can't just rush into things without thinking.

But I want you to know that even though your ability is weak, you can still use it in many skillful ways. With practice and patience, you can become stronger."

Dean left the school hospital, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mr. Johnson. "Thank you, sir," he said, before walking out of the hospital.

As he walked home, Dean couldn't shake off the feeling of uselessness.

But suddenly, he noticed something weird. Any plant he touched seemed to grow exceptionally big.

He touched a small weed, and it grew into a tall, lush plant. He touched a nearby flower, and it bloomed into a beautiful, vibrant blossom.

Dean's curiosity was piqued. He touched a nearby tree, and it grew taller and stronger before his eyes. He touched a small patch of grass, and it grew into a lush, green carpet.

As he walked further, Dean realized that he could understand animals and insects. He heard the chirping of birds, and he understood their songs

He crouched down and he could understand the conversation of a colony of ants.

Dean was fascinated. He had never felt so connected to nature before. He felt like he had discovered a new side of himself, a side that he never knew existed.

When he got home, his foster mother, Mrs. Martha greeted him with a warm smile as she noticed Dean's excitement. "Hey, Dean! How was your day? Did you awaken a powerful ability?"

Dean shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "No, I awakened an F-rank ability in gardening."

Mrs. Martha's expression turned sympathetic. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But don't worry, Dean. With time, you'll grow your ability. You'll become stronger."

Dean smiled, feeling a sense of hope. "I think you're right, Mom. My ability sounds weak, but I have a feeling it's more than that."

Mrs. Martha looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

Dean walked over to a small garden hanging out the window and touched an apple tree, transferring his energy into it. Immediately, it grew bigger and bore large, juicy apples.

Mrs. Martha's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, Dean! That's incredible!"

Dean smiled, feeling proud of himself. "I know, right? I touched a few plants on my way home, and they all grew bigger and stronger."

Dean took an apple and handed it to Mrs. Martha after a bite, she realized that it tasted better than ordinary apples. She looked at Dean with newfound respect.

"Dean, I think you're onto something here. Your ability may be weak, but it's unique. You can use it to help people, to make the world a better place."

Dean felt a surge of determination. He was going to cultivate his ability, no matter what it took.

"But it's sad that Delilah wasn't patient enough with me. She would have realized my potential." Dean lamented.

Mrs Martha furrowed her brows in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"she didn't hesitate to broke up the engagement the moment she realized that I didn't awaken at least a C ranked ability," Dean explained.

"That means she wasn't the girl for you." Mrs Martha said with a firm expression. "Good thing you two are no longer together. She doesn't deserve your unconditional love, because she is so focused on material things."

Dean nodded, " I thought so too."

Mrs Martha placed a comforting arm on Dean's back." Don't worry, one day you'll find that girl who will give you the same love you show to her."

Those words calmed Dean's broken heart, and he smiled. "Thanks mum, you are the best."

After a moment of silence, Dean's expression became serious as he recalled something.

"I'll be right back, Mom," he said, dropping his bag and rushing out of the house.

He rushed into the nearby woods, eager to explore his ability further. He saw a caterpillar trying to transform into a butterfly, and he helped it transform quickly. He watched happily as it flew away.

However, his eyes fell on a snake trying to sneak up on a rat, and he tried to control the rat, to make it leave. But his ability wasn't strong enough, and the snake ate the rat.

Dean felt disappointed. “Still weak and useless,” he said to himself as he turned to leave. then he returned home.

As Dean walked through the front door, he was met with his foster mother's sad face. He also noticed their landlord, Mr. Rogers, standing in the living room, his expression stern and angry.

"Dean, where have you been?" his mother asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was just... um... taking a walk," Dean replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

His mother sighed and gestured to Mr. Rogers. "The landlord was here for the rent money. Where is it, Dean? You said you were saving up."

Dean looked down, feeling a mix of guilt and shame. "I... uh... I kind of used it to buy an engagement ring for Delilah."

His mother's eyes widened in shock. "What? Dean, why would you do that without talking to me first?"

Dean shrugged. "I just wanted to surprise her, Mom. I'll find a way to get the money, don't worry."

But his mother was already worried. "Dean, Delilah didn't even accept the ring, did she? You should return it to the shop and get the money back."

Dean hesitated, feeling embarrassed. "I... uh... I kind of misplaced the ring."

His mother threw up her hands in frustration. "Oh my God, Dean! What have you done?"

Mr. Rogers stood up, his face red with anger. "I've had enough of this! You've had months to pay the rent, and now you're telling me you've spent it on a foolish engagement ring?” Suddenly his eyes fell on the apple tree out the window.

He went there and plugged an apple.

When he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise. He plugged out two more apples. “I am taking this as compensation for my patience.” He said, greedily biting the apple.

“And I'm giving you till tomorrow evening to come up with the rent money. If I don't see it, I'll throw you both out of this house!"

With that, Mr. Rogers stormed out of the house, leaving Dean and his mother in a state of panic.

Martha burst into tears, and Dean went to comfort her. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll do something about it. I promise."

Martha cried, her body shaking with sobs. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Dean. It's my fault that I'm not working due to my illness. I've transferred all the responsibility to you, and now look at what's happened."

Dean held his mother tightly, trying to comfort her. "Don't say that, Mom. I'm not complaining. I'll do something about it. I promise."

As he held his mother, he mind raced with different things he could do to come up with $500 in that short time given.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes fell on the apple tree he had touched earlier, which grew bigger, bearing juicy apples.

An idea suddenly came to him,

“That's it.” He suddenly said, standing up.

“Huh?” His mother asked as she looked up in confusion.

"Don't worry, Mom," Dean said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll take care of everything. I promise.”