Raymund went back to where it all started. The MPS building. The sun was still shining brightly. For some reason, he felt secured with the bright light penetrating all over.
Like most people, he believed that ghosts are not present in the bright of day. But where would they go during daylight? Hollywood has done a lot to obscure our beliefs.
It was Sunday, and the corridor was very quite. His memories took him back to that night when he encountered the ghost. And the apparent rescue he recieved from a teenager. The teenager who was talking to Mr. Prokupos.
Whats going on? Raymund was full of questions. Mr. Prokopus seemed to regard the boy with a bit of respect. A slight difference. As if the boy was superior.
Is he a school official? More questions flood his mind. Questions whose answers he may never find. Unless he ask Mr. Prokopus himself. I doubt he'll give it though.
Who were those people?
"Raymund!" Somebody shouted from the entrance. By now he was well into the bathroom. "Raymund, nandito ka ba?"
"Rey, nandito ako."
"Pinapatawag ka ni boss. Buti pala nalipat ka na din sa day shift."
"Oo nga eh" Secretly, Raymund wished he can be assigned to the night shift again.
He wanted to know so bad, that he is willing to shut his fear off. I need to know. He told himself.
Like most people, he believed that ghosts are not present in the bright of day. But where would they go during daylight? Hollywood has done a lot to obscure our beliefs.
It was Sunday, and the corridor was very quite. His memories took him back to that night when he encountered the ghost. And the apparent rescue he recieved from a teenager. The teenager who was talking to Mr. Prokupos.
Whats going on? Raymund was full of questions. Mr. Prokopus seemed to regard the boy with a bit of respect. A slight difference. As if the boy was superior.
Is he a school official? More questions flood his mind. Questions whose answers he may never find. Unless he ask Mr. Prokopus himself. I doubt he'll give it though.
Who were those people?
"Raymund!" Somebody shouted from the entrance. By now he was well into the bathroom. "Raymund, nandito ka ba?"
"Rey, nandito ako."
"Pinapatawag ka ni boss. Buti pala nalipat ka na din sa day shift."
"Oo nga eh" Secretly, Raymund wished he can be assigned to the night shift again.
He wanted to know so bad, that he is willing to shut his fear off. I need to know. He told himself.
Location: GUARD HOUSE
"Sir, pinatawag niyo daw ako?"
"Raymund, mamaya mauna ka na sa Dojo."
"O sige po"
I guess we'll be training again.
A little while later, we find Raymund tying his white belt. As always, the Dojo or Training hall was immaculate. Mr. Prokopus never lets the dojo get dirty more than 2 hours.
"Asan na kaya yun"
Raymund sat quitely looking at the Kamiza, the altar where the founder of Judo is remembered. If there's one thing that he dislikes besides being in the dark is waiting. To him, even 5 mintutes can seem like days if he is waiting.
Suddenly he grabbed an arm that seized his neck out of nowhere. With a quick jerk he was able to drop his attacker down to the mat.
Without waiting for his assailant to regain composure, he twisted the arm and turned the man over.
"TAP TAP!"
Mr. Prokopus loudly tapped the floor to signal his surrender.
"Very good"
"Ah, sir, kayo pala."
"hehehehe....ngayon simulan na natin ang tunay mong training"
The two spent an hour in a half doing technique repetitions and free style sparring.
Raymund fell exhausted on the mat after two hours of hard training.
A few hours later. . . . . .
Location: Somewhere in Naga City
"Sir, he did good"
"Did he now? How did you do it Nelson?"
"Well, Mr. Saraza. I dont think I did anything at all. He managed to control his aura without any training from me."
There was satisfaction on the Pablo's face but this mysterious teenager evidently was trying hard to conceal it.
"What skill did he use today?"
"I tried to see if he will sense me even with my aura scattered all over the room to confuse his senses. But he did it. He was able to do it"
"Aura Sensing huh? I hope his a natural born Locator." The young man stood up and opened a small ornate box on his desk. "He will be quite useful if he is"
"Yes, he will be. Its not just once but thrice did a dark spirit evade me in the past. If I have him, there would be no chance a spirit can escape"
A small white stone was inside the box.
"I wonder though Nelson. Its been 10 years since you joined the force. I think you're the only operative from your batch that hasn't achieved Spirit Master level yet."
"I working on it"
Mr. Prokopus just smiled at the comment. The teenager reciprocated it with his own smile before taking the stone and handing it to the old guard.
"Don't feel too pressured though." He then takes an envelope from his jacket's inside pocket and hands it to the older gentleman as well. "I'm always happy whenever you call for my help"
"Hehehehe. You mean, you're always happy to add another hundred on your arsenal"
"Ofcourse"
Both of them laughed.
Yet the conversation hardly shed any light.
Who are these people?
It seems like Raymund wasn't imagining at all.
The conversation about spirit binding did indeed happen. The incident at the MPS building transpired as he believed it did.
That young man. Just who is he?
ITUTULOY
"Yes, he will be. Its not just once but thrice did a dark spirit evade me in the past. If I have him, there would be no chance a spirit can escape"
A small white stone was inside the box.
"I wonder though Nelson. Its been 10 years since you joined the force. I think you're the only operative from your batch that hasn't achieved Spirit Master level yet."
"I working on it"
Mr. Prokopus just smiled at the comment. The teenager reciprocated it with his own smile before taking the stone and handing it to the old guard.
"Don't feel too pressured though." He then takes an envelope from his jacket's inside pocket and hands it to the older gentleman as well. "I'm always happy whenever you call for my help"
"Hehehehe. You mean, you're always happy to add another hundred on your arsenal"
"Ofcourse"
Both of them laughed.
Yet the conversation hardly shed any light.
Who are these people?
It seems like Raymund wasn't imagining at all.
The conversation about spirit binding did indeed happen. The incident at the MPS building transpired as he believed it did.
That young man. Just who is he?
ITUTULOY
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