After a day full of learning and helping around the station, Monicha guided Kalin beside her, heading toward the police chief's office. Their steps were calm, yet Kalin's heart raced; he was about to meet someone powerful, someone he had never seen before.
They entered the room, and Kalin stood a few steps away from the massive desk. The chief sat behind it, looking at the small child with sharp, curious eyes, yet quickly showing a warm smile that reflected his love for knowledge and duty.
— "So, this is the new little one?" he said in a deep voice, full of interest. "Why do you want to join this place? And what is your goal here?"
Kalin lifted his head with confidence. Despite his young age, his eyes shone with determination that no one had ever seen before.
— "I… dream of being like you," he said softly. "Because this job is exciting, and I want to learn everything, to be part of this world, and to help others the way you do."
The chief smiled, unable to hide his genuine admiration for the child's honesty and enthusiasm.
— "Well… it seems you already understand the meaning of work before even starting," said the chief, his hand resting on the scattered papers on his desk. "If you keep going this way, you might become a model to look up to in the future."
Kalin felt a warmth and pride in his heart. He was no longer just a small child walking among adults… he was part of the team, young in age but strong in determination.
Monicha looked at him and smiled, knowing that today was not just a day of work—it was the beginning of a long journey filled with learning, growth, and discovering both strength and responsibility.
The next morning felt unlike any other day Kalin had ever experienced. The sun began to cast its pale rays between the tall city buildings, and the air was slightly chilly, yet his heart burned with anticipation.
Monicha stood beside him at the gate of the police station, her eyes full of trust and reassurance.
— "Today is your first practical day," she said softly, yet her voice carried the weight of responsibility. "Remember everything you've learned, observe, be patient, and act wisely."
Kalin entered the large hall where the police team usually gathered. His gaze met the adults' eyes, some shocked to see a small child among them, but the surprise quickly turned into curiosity.
The first training began: observation and case analysis.
Every movement, every step, every sound was a signal to him. An inner sense, like a new instinct, warned him of every small danger.
— "Remember," Monicha whispered to him, "power isn't just about striking or instilling fear… power lies in observation, prediction, and knowing when to act."
Suddenly, the first real test came. A man tried to threaten a young trainee during the drill. None of the adults had noticed yet.
Kalin's heart raced. He didn't raise his voice, didn't run… he simply watched, and slowly, a faint aura of his power began to shimmer around him.
The man sensed something unnatural and froze mid-action, as if the very air around him had thickened.
For the first time, everyone realized that Kalin's presence was not ordinary. No one spoke a word, yet the glances changed, respect beginning to form.
After the drill, the team gathered around him.
— "I didn't know a small child could observe a situation like that," said one officer, his voice quiet but full of admiration.
— "Seems like you have something special," Monicha said with a smile, "but remember, patience and learning are more important than any power."
As they all returned to the office, Kalin felt for the first time that he was part of this vast world, a part he could rely on, and that his power was not a curse, but a gift.
The first day was only the beginning, and with every step, he drew closer to understanding himself and his place in this world.
As Kalin moved between the training tables, observing every movement with keen eyes, the police chief sat in the upper corner of the room, far from sight, watching every little detail.
He whispered in a low voice to his personal guard, who stood beside him:
— "Look at him… just a small child, yet he controls the situation in a way I've never seen before."
The guard tilted his head cautiously, watching Kalin as well, then asked:
— "Do you think this is normal?"
The chief gave a half-hidden smile, his eyes never leaving the boy:
— "No… not normal. Calm power, strange patience, a presence that demands respect… I've had many trainees, but I've never seen anyone like this before."
Every movement Kalin made was calculated with care, every glance and step reflecting his inner awareness. He wasn't just a child—he was a small being testing the world around him with caution and intelligence.
The chief noticed how Kalin observed the man who tried to bully the younger trainees. He didn't raise his hands to strike, didn't shout, no one shouted… he merely existed, and the moment he was there, the problem stopped.
— "Look at that…" whispered the chief, his voice barely audible, "He can influence the environment around him, even without using direct force… remarkable."
The guard nodded, too awed to speak further.
The chief did not take his eyes off Kalin, as if every step, every move of the small boy, was a silent lesson being taught.
— "I think he will become something great… we just need to make sure he learns to control his mind and heart first."
The chief smiled quietly to himself, seeing in the boy a silent strength, an indomitable presence, and a determination forming softly, like a breeze at the start of a storm.
After the police chief left, Kalin remained seated in the corner, staring at his hands once more, but this time with a different feeling. He was no longer just a small child observing the world; he was a child beginning to feel the weight of power, its capability, and the responsibility to control it.
Monicha sat beside him, silent, but her eyes said everything: "The lesson begins now… pay attention to every feeling, every movement."
Suddenly, a scream echoed from a distant hallway in the station. Another small child had gotten into trouble with some older teens.
Kalin felt a shiver in his heart, the same shiver he had once feared. But now, he knew he could intervene. Intervening didn't mean violence—it meant awareness, control, and the careful use of power.
He stepped forward slowly, each movement calculated, each breath controlled. As he approached, he felt the air around him shift, as if the power inside him began to ripple into the world.
The teens abruptly stopped their attack, staring at Kalin in astonishment, as if they understood something beyond comprehension. He didn't speak, didn't raise a hand—his mere presence was enough.
Monicha smiled quietly, proud of what she saw.
— "Power is not in striking or threatening… it's in controlling the situation and mastering yourself before others," she whispered to herself.
Kalin felt calmness flow into his heart, yet the lesson of responsibility weighed on his shoulders. Every step, every glance, every breath… had to be controlled.
When the crisis ended, the small child returned to his parents, and the teens merely followed the warning of presence. Kalin stood for a moment, breathed deeply, and smiled to himself. Power was not just energy… it was a lesson, a responsibility, and the beginning of a long journey.
Monicha placed a hand on his shoulder and said softly:
— "Well done, this is your first lesson. Remember it well, for power without wisdom becomes a danger to yourself before anything else."
After the first lesson of power, Kalin began to feel a strange inner change. He was no longer just a child observing the world around him; he became aware of every sensation, every movement in his body. Every breath, every small signal, the power began to respond.
The next day, Kalin walked with Monicha out of the police station, but this time there was no chaos or fear. The city was still busy, but inside him was a deep silence, focused on every feeling emerging around him.
As he walked down the street, he felt his hands tremble slightly, as if the power was waiting for a small cue to act. A shop bell rang suddenly, and a minor movement caught his attention.
He could have intervened easily, controlled everything around him… but he remembered Monicha's words: Power without wisdom becomes a danger to yourself before anything else.
He smiled to himself and learned the first lesson: control before action.
He entered school as a normal child, but every movement of his classmates, every glance from the teachers, every whisper from his two friends, reached his awareness. He did not act differently, but he observed, learned, and understood.
During gym class, he noticed a child struggling to lift a heavy ball while everyone laughed. Kalin's heart tensed slightly, but instead of intervening immediately, he took a deep breath, focused on the power within him, and helped the child gently, without anyone noticing the power he used.
The second lesson was clear: you do not need to show power… only use it wisely, to help and support, not to scare or threaten.
Over the days, Kalin became more balanced. The power was no longer a threat; it was a tool, a part of himself that he needed to learn to control before the world around him could control it.
In the evening, he sat with Monicha at home, and she smiled at him.
— "You are beginning to understand… every small lesson today will become a foundation for tomorrow."
Kalin smiled, feeling confidence seep into his heart, yet he never forgot that there was so much more in the world to know, and the path ahead was long… but he was ready.