The days melted into a comforting rhythm, the kind Alex hadn't experienced in years. The quiet hum of his parents' home, the warmth of familiar faces, and the simplicity of shared moments brought a calm that felt almost foreign to him. For a while, he allowed himself to step away from the complexities of his journey and enjoy the stillness.
Mornings began with Amelia, her excitement as bright as the sunlight that spilled into the backyard. Alex had introduced her to the basics of frequency techniques, and she had thrown herself into the training with a determination that impressed even him. They would spend hours together on the soft grass, the world around them fading as they focused on the nuances of the techniques.
"Close your eyes," Alex instructed one morning, his voice calm but firm. "Feel the energy, let it move naturally, and align with your intent. Don't try to control it—just guide it."
Amelia's brow furrowed as she concentrated, her breathing steady. A faint shimmer surrounded her, flickering uncertainly before stabilizing into a soft glow. Alex watched- with his soul power, with a mixture of pride and awe as her control deepened.
"That's it," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "You will hit level three soon enough. Most people would need months to get here."
Amelia opened her eyes, her face lighting up with a mix of surprise and delight. "Really? I can't believe it worked!"
"You earned it," Alex replied. "But don't get cocky. There's still a long way to go."
She grinned, the playful spark in her eyes reminding Alex of their childhood. "Guess I just have a great teacher."
He laughed, shaking his head. "Or maybe you're just annoyingly talented."
Their sessions became a highlight of his days, a chance to see Amelia grow in ways that filled him with quiet pride. Her progress was remarkable, each breakthrough a testament to her focus and determination. While frequency techniques is more powerful, it's actually more difficult to practice than the standard cultivation technique he once practiced- Flowstrike.
But it gets faster, once you master your own body rythm, growing your mental strength will be fast.
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Each day spent at home is a day filled with peace and quiet satisfaction. Back at Lakeside, his companions are Eva, cognichip, the ocassional Megan, people he knew from CryptoSphere seems like stranger now, much has changed, but family never does.
One afternoon, Alex decided to take his parents to a private dojo room in Central Park. The sleek, high-tech facility was the perfect place to demonstrate the capabilities of the nano suits he had gifted them. His parents, though skeptical at first, were curious enough to indulge him.
"These suits are more than just clothing," Alex explained as they entered the minimalist training space. "They're designed to protect you and enhance your abilities. Think of them as a second skin—one that reacts to threats faster than you can."
His father examined the suit skeptically. "It's so light. Are you sure it's as effective as you say?"
Alex smiled. "Why don't you try it and see?"
Once they donned the suits, Alex initiated a basic training simulation. A foam projectile hurtled toward his mother, who flinched before the suit's shield activated, deflecting the object effortlessly.
"See?" Alex said, grinning. "It does the thinking for you."
His mother placed a hand over her chest, laughing nervously. "That was… unexpected."
Encouraged by the demonstration, his father decided to test the suit's strength enhancement. Alex handed him a heavy training weight, which he lifted with surprising ease.
"This is incredible," his father said, his voice tinged with awe. "I feel like I could bench-press a car."
Alex chuckled. "Let's not get carried away."
By the end of the session, his parents were visibly more comfortable with the technology. His mother marveled at the suit's adaptability, while his father admitted to feeling a newfound sense of security.
In this new world, personal power offers more security than wealth.
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Evenings were reserved for family meals, where the conversation flowed as easily as the laughter. Amelia often brought up her memories of Central Heaven Town, a place that had left a lasting impression on her.
"Do you remember how efficient everything was there?" she said one night, her eyes alight with nostalgia. "The government handled ability users so well. Everyone felt safe."
Her father nodded, his interest piqued. "That's part of why I've been paying more attention to politics lately. The way they managed things there was inspiring. If more towns adopted those methods, we'd be in a much better place as a country."
Alex listened quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. He didn't reveal that it had been his intervention—through Eva, his AI—that had streamlined the town's systems. Instead, he let them marvel at the memory, content to see them inspired.
"Do you think we'll ever see a day where every town is like that?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with hope.
"It's possible," Alex said thoughtfully. "But it takes the right people—and a lot of effort."
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As the weeks passed, Alex found himself cherishing the simple moments: Amelia's determination during their training sessions, his parents' growing curiosity about the world he had quietly shaped, and the warmth of their shared laughter. It was a time of connection and growth, a reminder of the strength that came from family.
When the day came for Alex to leave, the goodbye was bittersweet. His mother hugged him tightly, her voice soft but steady. "You've done so much for us, Alex. Please, take care of yourself."
His father placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression proud yet wistful. "We're proud of you, son. Always."
Amelia, standing beside them, grinned. "Don't think you're rid of me just yet. Next time you see me, I might be stronger than you."
Alex laughed, ruffling her hair. "I'll hold you to that."
As he walked away, the warmth of their love stayed with him, a quiet strength that would carry him forward. The road ahead was uncertain, but Alex felt ready. His time at home had reminded him of who he was and why he fought to make the world a better place—even if his family never knew the full extent of his journey.