Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 84: It’s hoverball day

Chapter 84: It’s hoverball day

Alex stepped through the towering crystal archway of Starhaven Academy, his boots echoing on the polished marble floor, the morning sunlight streaming through massive stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns of blue and gold across the bustling hall.

Students swarmed around him, their vibrant tunics a blur of color, their voices a lively hum of chatter and laughter, the air thick with the scent of fresh parchment and faintly sweet elixirs from nearby classrooms.

He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a familiar voice cut through the noise, sharp and teasing.

"Hey, blondie!" Bastian called, his piercing blue eyes glinting with mischief as he waved from across the hall, his lopsided grin wide enough to draw attention.

Heads turned, students pausing mid-conversation, their curious gazes locking onto Alex, some whispering, others smirking at the commotion.

Alex’s red eyes crinkled, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he waved back, his blonde hair catching the sunlight, a beacon in the crowded hall.

The attention was fleeting but electric, a reminder of his newness, his status as the mysterious elf with no past, and he felt a mix of amusement and unease as he wove through the throng toward Bastian, who leaned casually against a pillar, his posture relaxed but radiating a playful energy that seemed to pull the room’s focus.

"Morning, man," Bastian greeted, his grin widening as Alex reached him, his voice warm but laced with a teasing edge, as if he thrived on stirring things up.

"Ready for the chaos today?" He clapped Alex on the shoulder, his touch light but firm, his blue eyes scanning

Alex’s face, already searching for a reaction, a hint of the emotions he could sense with his empathy.

Alex’s smile held, but his mind was already racing, the weight of the previous night’s revelations, Inolda’s talk of the elven class system, the outcast ability-less, the Eclipse’s shadow, lingering like a faint bruise.

"What’s on the schedule?" he asked, his voice casual, his red eyes meeting Bastian’s, hoping to keep the conversation light, though the bustle of students around them, their confident strides and easy banter, made him feel like an outsider still finding his footing.

Bastian’s grin turned sly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "PE," he said, his voice brimming with excitement, "which means hoverball."

He leaned closer, his tone dropping conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret, though his volume ensured nearby students overheard, a few glancing their way with knowing smirks. "It’s the best part of the week, trust me."

Alex’s brows lifted, his red eyes narrowing, confusion flickering as he tried to place the term.

"Hoverball?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity but edged with wariness, his mind blank on the rules of elven sports, another gap in his knowledge that made his newness painfully clear. "What’s that?"

Bastian laughed, a bright, infectious sound that drew more eyes, his hands gesturing animatedly as he launched into an explanation, his enthusiasm filling the space between them.

"It’s like volleyball, but with telekinesis," he said, his blue eyes gleaming, his words quick and vivid. "You use your mind to move the ball—keep it in the air, send it over the net, block your opponent. No hands, just pure control."

He mimed a telekinetic push, his grin widening, his energy contagious but daunting. "It can be played in groups, but one-on-one? That’s where it gets intense. The person with the best control wins, hands down."

Alex nodded, his smile fixed, but a cold spike of panic surged through him, his stomach twisting as Bastian’s words sank in. Telekinesis.

He hadn’t used his abilities once since that chaotic demonstration for the Council, where his power had erupted in a clumsy, uncontrolled burst, more instinct than skill.

The memory flashed, objects flying, Lucian falling and his stern face, and his throat tightened, his red eyes darting to the floor, his mind racing with the realization that he had no control, no practice, nothing to match students who likely wielded their powers daily, honing them like blades.

A one-on-one match sounded like a public disaster, his lack of skill exposed for all to see, the whispers about his mysterious origins growing louder, sharper.

Bastian’s grin faltered, his blue eyes narrowing, a curious tilt to his head as he leaned closer, his voice dropping.

"Whoa, why’d your emotions just take a dive?" he asked, his tone light but probing, his empathy picking up the shift in Alex’s mood, a ripple of anxiety that betrayed his calm facade.

"What’s up, man?"

Alex waved it off, forcing a chuckle, his red eyes flicking up to meet Bastian’s, his smile strained but convincing.

"It’s nothing, just something minor," he said, his voice steady despite the panic still churning in his chest, his heart pounding as he deflected, unwilling to admit his fear, his inexperience, not to Bastian, whose sharp intuition seemed to miss nothing.

Bastian’s brow arched, skepticism flickering, but he didn’t push, his grin returning as he shifted gears, his curiosity undeterred.

"So, what’re your abilities, anyway?" he asked, his voice casual but eager, his blue eyes locked on Alex, searching for a crack in his guard, his empathy likely probing for more than just words.

Alex hesitated, his mind racing, the question a minefield. Should he tell the full truth, admit he had multiple abilities?

He decided against it, his voice measured as he said, "Telekinesis," keeping it simple, his red eyes holding Bastian’s, hoping the half-truth would suffice, his panic buried deep, a secret he wasn’t ready to share.

Bastian’s smile grew wider, his eyes lighting up, a spark of excitement flashing across his face.

"Hell yeah, that means you’re in!" he said, his voice booming, clapping Alex’s shoulder again, his enthusiasm oblivious to the dread pooling in Alex’s gut. "You’re playing, man. It’s gonna be epic."

Alex nodded, his smile tight, misery settling like a weight in his chest, his red eyes flickering to the bustling hall, where students moved with purpose, their confidence a stark contrast to his uncertainty.

"Yeah," he muttered, his voice barely audible, his mind screaming that he was nowhere near ready, his telekinesis a wild card he couldn’t control.

Bastian’s grin didn’t waver, his blue eyes glinting with encouragement as he leaned closer, his voice softening, a rare hint of sincerity breaking through his playful facade.

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