Chapter 17.

PART 1.

In the middle of the night, Zeko and Hatori arrive at Zeko’s home. The kid is tired, so Zeko takes him to his room. After tucking him to sleep, he left for his room.

‘Rest for now, kid. Because tomorrow, your training will be notched up a level.’ Chuckling a little, he falls asleep.

PART 2.

Hatori is dreaming a wonderful dream, where he’s invading several planets in the name of planet Vegeta, where he has become a new Saiyan king.

Only to awaken a tyrant due to his wars. He’s fighting in single combat with the tyrant, but the monster is strangling him slowly.

With a shutter, he wakes up, and finds out that the sheets are trying to strangle him. The sheets with which he covered himself in the night for the warmth, are now actively strangling him, keeping his body in a bind, making it hard for him to move around.

“Gaaaa! Get off me!” He screamed, and opened several holes in the sheets with a loud ripping sound. The sheets went limp afterwards.

After lying there in the ripped sheets, Hatori realizes he has ended up on the floor in his effort to get away from the murderous sheets. He shakily gets up, and leaves the room, sensing this new area with his radar spell.

“Ah, what a morning. Nothing like a great morning at your home.” Said Zeko. Hatori followed his voice, smelling some food.

“Ah, you’re awake. Have a nice sleep?” asked Zeko.

“Master, something attacked me.” said Hatori.

“Indeed?” Zeko did not sound worried.

“The sheets, they nearly strangled me.” Hatori goes on to explain everything from when he woke up, and how the sheets got ripped.

“It has already begun, I see.” Said Zeko. “Listen boy, brush your teeth, and get back here. Then we’ll talk about it.”

After Hatori gets back to Zeko, the old fox begins to explain while they start to eat their breakfast. “In this house, there’s a system. It is responsible for taking care of this house. This is why it has remained clean despite my absence.” Zeko takes a drink of his orange juice.

“The things responsible for taking care of this house are various yantras, which cook, clean, wash the clothes, water the plants, anything which you can think of for them to do in a day-to-day life. But there’s another part of their responsibility.” Said Zeko.

Hatori puts his empty cup of milk down. “And that is?” He didn’t like where this was going.

“To help in training for the member of this house.”

“I didn’t ask for their help.” He grumbled.

“Frankly, you’re opinion doesn’t matter.” Said Zeko. “Anything and everything can attack you in this house, since they’re enchanted that way, and are connected with the central yantra of this house. Your sheets attacking you is just the start. You’re lucky that it wasn’t your blanket.”

“What is so lucky about that?” asked Hatori.

“A blanket is thicker than a sheet. With your current physical strength, and inexperience with magic, you would have never been able to get out of your room.” Explained Zeko.

“Don’t worry. Though it might sound dangerous, this house is not designed to kill you. The training is for your improvement. You can’t improve when you’re dead, now, can you?” said Zeko.

“Now, get ready for today’s training. And do watch out for the attacks. They’ll try to knock you unconscious.” Hatori just shook his head. He couldn’t believe something like this could ever exist in the world.

“Wait,” he stopped in the middle of his walk. “What is yantra?” But Zeko has already left. He probably has to find his way out of his house, wherever Zeko is. It is a part of his training. As a result of this training, he has gotten really good with the radar spell.

But not good enough to go out in the world by himself yet.

PART 3: A DAY IN HATORI’S LIFE.

In the afternoon, Hatori is having a language lesson on the porch. Zeko is questioning him about the grammar of Hindi, while Hatori tries to extract himself from the chair, which is trying to eat him.

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“So, tell me. What do you put at the end of a question?” asked Zeko.

“I would tell you, if this chair would stop trying to eat me!” said Hatori, trying to extract himself by pushing at the arms of the chair, only to get his hands sunk down the arms.

“Don’t worry about a thing boy. The chair won’t eat you. It is just trying to reach your neck or head, so it can render you unconscious.”

“But I don’t want to be unconscious!” Hatori screams, as he tries to get some energy from the floor, and tries to get away from the chair.

“Answer the question, or you’ll eat food filled with Coriander!” Zeko roars.

“aaaahhhhhhk!” Hatori screamed in disgust. “You put question marks at the end of a question!” said Hatori, overturning the chair, and making it bounce to the floor.

He did a little dance. “Free, free, free! I’m gonna teach that chair a lesson!” He kicked the chair. He then started to hop. “Ao, ao, ao!”

Giving up on punishing the chair, Hatori asks a question of his own. “Why are you questioning me on symbols?” He asked. “I know what to put where. Comma in the middle; full stop at the end, and a question mark at the end, if the sentence is posed as a question.”

“You might know that, but it is all part of your learning. If I don’t question you, you’ll forget everything.” Said Zeko. “Anyway, turn this sentence into a declarative.”

Grumbling about how he does not forget things, Hatori tries to solve the problem.

After the lesson was over, and the daily training was done, Hatori was meditating. It is the last part of his daily schedule. It is evening. Zeko has left Hatori alone to meditate in the garden, while he has left to do something. What exactly is that something, Hatori has no idea.

While he’s meditating, Hatori is also sensing the area around him, straining his senses to stretch the distance. After fifteen minutes of doing that, he suddenly has a thought.

‘It’ll be wonderful if I could sense the light through this radar spell.’ He starts to imagine the possibilities. ‘What am I waiting for? There should be some sun light remaining right now. I should try sensing that.’

Before he could do that, he confirmed that he is not feeling the sun on his skin. ‘I’m sitting under a shade. It is cool here. I can’t feel it.’ thus assured, he tries to sense the sun's light.

But he didn’t get any feedback. Nothing. He just did not feel a thing. No matter how hard he tries, he fails to sense the sun's light.

He tries for one last time. He gets something at the edge of his awareness, but the floor starts to shake. Not wanting to face whatever danger this house has cooked up for him, Hatori gets up from the floor, and runs away.

At dinner, Hatori asks Zeko. “Master, is there a way for me to sense the light with the radar spell?”

“What brought this thought?” asked Zeko.

“I was meditating, and sensing things around me; that is when this thought occurred to me.”

“Hmm. To see, light is not like a solid object. It does have wavelengths.” Seeing Hatori open his mouth for a question, Zeko responded before he could ask. “And no, I’m not telling you, what the wavelengths are. You don’t have any knowledge to understand that stuff yet.”

Hatori pouted. “Anyway, you can sense the wavelength of the light. However, it won’t work like sensing light with an eye.”

“Is the moon out tonight?” he asked.

“Yes. Do you plan to sense the light tonight?”

“Yes, in the garden.”

After dinner, Hatori leaves for the garden. He tries to sense the light, slowly getting back the same feeling which he got when the floor started to shake. However, he still has trouble keeping it up for the long time. He is not sure that what he’s sensing is light at all. Unless he could manipulate light in the future, he wouldn’t know.

After two hours of trying, the grass of the garden suddenly becomes active, and tries to eat Hatori. Screaming, Hatori runs away from the garden. After reaching his room, he marveled at the feeling. He didn’t collide with anything in his way.

‘Well, I’ll try that again tomorrow. For now, I have to be careful in the night.’ He thinks before falling asleep.

(End.)