Chapter —The Glove ,Aura and its secret.
Sunday ended quietly, but Luke's mind didn't.
Monday arrived like any normal school day—uniforms, bells, familiar corridors—but nothing felt normal anymore. As he sat in his classroom, staring at the blackboard, his thoughts weren't on equations or lectures. They were stuck on one thing.
That aura sphere.
The way it formed so easily.
The way it felt uncontrollable, like a storm held back by nothing but a finger.
If a small release was that strong…
Luke's throat tightened. What happens if I lose control even once?
The world had changed, yet school pretended it hadn't. Students whispered about categories, power rankings, and guilds during lunch. Some showed off tiny aura sparks for fun, earning warnings from teachers. Others stayed quiet, afraid of what they might discover about themselves.
Luke stayed silent.
During the short break, a thought struck him—something he had noticed a week ago during guild registration time.
One of the teachers.
Their senior science instructor had awakened as an Aura Destroyer.
Aura Creators and Destroyers weren't exactly rare—but considering the massive human population, they were still uncommon enough to be noticed. Yet this teacher trained students daily, moved calmly through crowded classrooms, and never caused even minor damage.
How does he control it so perfectly? Luke wondered.
Before he could hesitate, Luke stood up and walked toward the staff corridor.
The teacher was alone, organizing files.
"Sir," Luke said carefully, "may I ask you something?"
The teacher looked up, surprised but calm. "Yes, Luke. What is it?"
Luke hesitated, then spoke honestly. "How do you control your aura so well? Even during practice sessions… you never damage anything. Not even average ones."
For a moment, the teacher studied him closely—too closely.
Then he sighed and lifted his hands slightly.
"Gloves," he said.
Luke blinked. "Gloves?"
The teacher slowly removed one glove.
They didn't look special—dark, smooth, almost ordinary. But Luke felt something strange, a faint pressure in the air.
"These are special suppressor gloves," the teacher said quietly. "They regulate aura output at the source. Without them… control becomes much harder."
Luke's eyes widened. "Who makes them?"
"The system," the teacher replied. "Manufactured under government authority. Only given to high-risk categories—Aura Masters, Creators, and Destroyers."
Luke's heart skipped.
"Aura Blasters and Averages cannot access them," the teacher continued. "Not even legally."
Luke swallowed. "Are they available in our country?"
The teacher shook his head. "No. Currently, only America, England, China, France, and Russia have access. I imported mine from the USA."
Imported.
Luke's mind raced.
"There's more," the teacher added, lowering his voice. "There is a secret about these gloves. One that I haven't told anyone."
Luke leaned forward. "What is it, sir?"
The bell rang.
Sharp. Loud. Final.
Students flooded the corridors as the break ended. The teacher straightened up, slipped the glove back on, and turned away.
"Some secrets," he said calmly, "are dangerous to know too early."
And with that, he walked out of the room.
Luke stood frozen.
Dangerous?
All day, Luke couldn't focus. The words echoed again and again.
Only Aura Masters, Creators, and Destroyers.
Dangerous secret.
Control at the source.
If gloves like that existed… then his uncontrollable power wasn't hopeless.
But another thought chilled him.
If the government controls these gloves… then they know how dangerous aura really is.
Luke clenched his fist.
I need those gloves.
Before my power reveals me.
Before I lose control.
And for the first time since awakening, Luke realized—
His next enemy might not be monsters or guilds.
It might be his aura itself that can reveal him any time.
I want those gloves.
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End of Chapter.