Raymund found himself staring at the ceiling. Nelson Prokopus was standing on his right.
"Nasan ba ako?" he said softly more to himself than to the old guard. Somehow, the place was familiar.
His memories took him right back to a couple of hours ago. "ano bang nangyari?"
Then, he remembered. There was a teenage kid talking with Mr. Prokopus. "Ano ba yung pinag uusapan nila?"
"Ano yun?"
"Naku wala ho." He sat up and tried to stand but decided to stay sitting. A throbbing headache was upon him. He looked around and realized why the place looked familiar. The place was actually the guards living quarters.
"Sir, sino yung kausap niyo kanina. Young bata na parang amerikano."
Prokopus looked confused.
"Sinong amerikano?"
"May amerikano po dito kanina. Dito ba yun? Tapos kausap niyo"
"Imagination mo lang yun"
"Imagination ko lang nga ba yun?"
"nakatulog ka habang nag ju-Judo tayo"
Right. I did fall asleep. Raymund tried to think about the events past. Spirit binding. He remembered the old man sayjng something about Spirit Binding.
"Spirit Binding"
"huh?"
"Spirit Binding po. Sinabi niyo na tuturuan niyo ako tungkol sa Spirit Binding"
The old man was silent for a minute. Neither one of them dared to break the silence. Even though Raymund was quite sure that what happened did happen there was a slight doubt in his mind.
Was he just imagining things?
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Mr. Prokopus was laughing so hard he dropped to his knees. "Rey, pakinggan mo nga ito"
I guess I really was just imagining things. Raymund thought to himself. "kung ganun ano talaga yung nangyari?"
He asked quietly.
"Oy Raymund, mag pa test ka na kaya. Malala na yang hallucination mo ha" Rey entered the room right after the old man called. "Nandun ako ng mag Judo kayo no. Simula pa lang ng laro niyo na knock out ka na"
So that's what happened.
24 hours later.......
Location: Somewhere in Naga City
The place looked exactly like the room that Raymund found himself in. A teenage kid probably about 15 years old sat behind a large desk. There was an array of books behind him. A ceiling fan rotated lazily above.
The kid was handsomely dressed. His black suit looked really expensive.
An older gentleman stood right in front of his desk. It was Mr. Prokopus.
"Nelson. How did it go?"
"He's confused."
"Good. How did you do it?"
"I reconstructed the memories of one of my subordinate to act as a witness. I used him to support my statements to Raymund. I tried to reconstruct Raymund's as well but...."
"Was his aura strong enough to prevent you from reconstructing?"
"I told you. He is ready."
"Lets not put him in a position where he might get killed"
"Not teaching him how to use his powers will get him killed"
"Thats why we have you. Be there. Protect him from demons who might try to eat him for his powers."
"He is ready"
"He is not." The young man slowly stood from his chair. "but you may train him subtly."
"Thank you"
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