Meditation was easy for Kenan to slip in and out of because he had practiced breath control since he could remember. The only thing he had to do now was gather Ruah in his mind and activate Psionic particles one at a time in his brain cells. Thinking about it that way gave Kenan a headache. He currently didn’t know how many Psionic particles he needed to add to advance to the next realm, but the sooner, the better.


    An announcement came over the Coach compartment again. “Train departing in 10 mins. All passengers mind the seat belt’s warning sign.”


    Kenan opened his eyes, looking for Cole, only to see the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. She had a deep black melanated complexion, hair in Bantu knots, and eyes that could cut through any man’s heart.


    They made eye contact, and Kenan completely forgot the human language. He thought he heard her speak, but only because he saw her mouth moving.


    “Huh?” he managed to utter


    She spoke again and then gave a strange look. “I said,” Is this the coach compartment for Shepard Cadets?”


    He shook his head, trying to regain his composure. “Sorry, yeah, this is it. “Mike over there.” Kenan pointed to the Chief. He’ll make you anything you want.”


    “Oh nice, anyways, were you meditating just now? The bantu beauty spoke.


    Kenan avoided eye contact and quickly looked down. “Making eye contact with her is too overwhelming for my heart,” he said to himself. Ugh, yeah, I was. I’m kind of new at it, so it feels kind of awkward for me.” He spoke to her.


    “Are you a Sentient or a martial artist practicing your breathing? My name is Edith, by the way, she said, extending her hand.


    Kenan grabs her hand and shakes it as he introduces himself. “I’m Kenan, and to answer your question, I happen to be both.” Kenan then notices the rod-shaped cloth slung across the Bantu beauty, now Edith’s shoulder.


    “How about you? Do you know how to use that weapon, or is it just for show?” He joked.


    Edith wore a surprised expression on her face. At Kenan’s reply. “Are you from Greenwood City? And, of course, it would be too embarrassing to carry around a weapon I couldn’t use.”


    “Yes, my sworn brother and I are,” Kenan said, looking around for him.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    As soon as he was mentioned, Cole appeared back on the coach. “Redbird City is pretty much the same as ours, except they have more-” he didn’t finish until he noticed Edith and Kenan holding hands still. “Am I interrupting something or?”


    Edith and Kenan looked confused until they looked back at each other and quickly pulled away once they realized they were still holding hands.


    Kenan faked, coughed, and spoke. “Cole, this is Edith. She’s going to Shepherd Academy with us, and apparently, she’s a martial artist.”


    “Not apparently I am, and not only that, I’m a Sentient as well.” She said,


    This time, Kenan made a shocked expression. “And you’re from Redbird City?”


    Edith nodded. She ordered her food and began to talk to the two strange young men. She couldn’t help but think about how strange this was. Not only are they Martial Artists, but two of them are Superior Sentient Beings. Kenan and Edith were wary of each other because mainly only people from powerful families were Superior Sentient.


    So, what’s your Superior ability? Cole asked. Mine is Heat vision, he said as his eyes began to glow orange.


    “I have a mimicry ability. Diamond Mimicry,” she says as she holds up her hand, and it completely turns into diamond-like crystals along with the rest of her exposed skin.


    “Wow, her ability is like yours, bro,” Cole said, pointing at Edith and looking at Kenan.


    “Really, how so?” Edith asked.


    Kenan raises his hand like Edith did and activates his ability to turn himself into metal completely. “Looks like you have the girlier version of my ability.” Kenan joked.


    They all laugh.


    “You both are martial artists, so what weapons did you all train in?” Edith asked.


    “I was trained with a two-handed cross-blade but only as a formality. My martial arts main discipline is using a fist. Cole spoke as he flexed his arm.


    “A cross blade. Who in your family knows how to use one of those?” Kenan asked.


    “My mother, of course, but she’s given up the blade long ago,” Cole replied.


    “I was trained in polearms. Mainly  Spears, Tridents, and Bo Staff. Well, Bo staff isn’t a polearm, but you get the idea. Also, weirdly enough, a machete. But I think that’s because my dad thought they looked cool.” Kenan spoke.


    “That’s pretty impressive. We should all spar sometimes whenever you both get weapons. There aren’t too many people who take the combat arts seriously anymore. Edith commented.


    Both Cole and Kenan agreed. “What’s the weapon you got there anyways? Kenan said.


    Edith smirks as she grabs the cloth-covered weapon. As she unwraps it, she reveals a dark blue sword hilt in a black sheath.


    “So I was right. She was a swordsman,” Kenan thought.


    “Don’t let the appearance fool you,” Edith says as if reading Cole and Kenan’s minds. She unsheathes the sword only


    to reveal that it wasn’t a blade in the sheath but a square-shaped rod with indentions on it at every inch to half inch.


    “It’s a sword breaker!” Cole and Kenan spoke simultaneously.


    “Yes, a sword breaker. I will be the nightmare of any swordsman who dares to turn a blade on me.”