Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 8

The next morning, Dean met with his father, Mr. John, in a large, open field surrounded by lush greenery. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

"Today, we're going to start with the basics of gardening ability," Mr. John said, in a firm tone. "As I told you before, this ability is not just about growing plants. It's about controlling the forces of nature and bending them to your will."

Dean nodded, eager to learn.

Mr John began by teaching him the first skill.

"Okay, Dean, let's start with the basics," his father said. "I want you to grow some vines that can wrap around an enemy."

Dean nodded and focused his energy. The air around him began to shimmer, and strong vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around a nearby pillar.

His father smiled. "Excellent work, Dean! You're a natural."

Dean smiled, it was easy for him because he had somehow figured it out all by himself while fighting with Sam and Jerry.

Next, his father taught him an elementary ability.

"Now, let's try something a bit more challenging," his father said. "I want you to control the wind."

Dean nodded and followed his father's steps. A gentle breeze blew, but when his father demonstrated the skill, he was able to knock down a nearby pillar with a powerful gust of wind.

Dean tried to replicate this, but his wind was not strong enough.

"Not bad, Dean," his father said. "But you need to focus your energy more. Remember, it's not just about waving your hand, it's about channeling your energy."

The final exercise was the most challenging. His father opened two cages, one containing a rat and the other a snake.

"Okay, Dean, now it's time to learn how to control animals," his father said. "But first, let me show you something."

As soon as the rat saw the snake, it instinctively ran away.

"You see, Dean, a rat has the ability to kill a small snake, but due to its psychological makeup, its first reaction is to flee," his father explained.

His father then demonstrated his control over the rat. With a subtle nod, the rat suddenly became fierce and attacked the snake with skill and precision, ultimately killing it.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Dean exclaimed.

His father smiled. "Now it's your turn. Try to control the rat."

Dean focused his energy and tried to control the rat, but it didn't work.

"What am I doing wrong?" Dean asked.

"You need to feel the rat's emotions and channel your energy into those emotions before you can control it," his father explained.

Dean nodded, understanding the concept. "So, it's not just about controlling the rat, it's about connecting with it on an emotional level."

Mr. John chuckled and patted Dean on the back. "Don't worry, son. It takes time and practice to master these skills. Your assignment is to practice each of these skills every day until our next training session. Focus on your breathing and your energy, and don't get discouraged if you don't see immediate results.

Dean nodded, determination burning within him. "Understood."

Dean had enjoyed his time at the mansion and it was time to return to the military academy and live in the dorm.

When he returned to school, he decided to keep a low profile, not revealing that anything had changed in his life as he was avoiding unwanted attention.

He walked into the dorm room, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. He was surprised to see two guys already settled in, one of whom he recognized.

"Peter!" Dean exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.

Peter looked up from his book, a look of surprise on his face. "Dean! I couldn't believe it when I found out we were rooming together again. Fate sure has a way of bringing us together, doesn't it?"

Dean chuckled. "It's good to see you again, Peter."

The other guy in the room, a quiet-looking individual with a book in front of him, looked up and cleared his throat. "Uh, guys? Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to study."

Dean and Peter apologized and settled in, trying to keep the noise level down.

Later that evening, Dean decided to step out of school and take a stroll around the town. As he walked, he pulled out the golden card his father had given him, the one with 10 billion dollars on it. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about the possibilities.

He decided to treat himself to a fancy dinner at a restaurant he had always wanted to try. He walked in, feeling a sense of confidence and luxury that he had never felt before.

The maître d' looked up at him, a hint of surprise on his face. "Welcome, sir. Right this way."

However, before he could take more steps, he bumped into Blake and Delilah.