Zeno began to consentrate as he held his hand up to make a perfect spritual sphere from the palm of his hand. His jaw was locked trying to perform the exercise. Nothing appeared or even formed in his hands. He then tryed again thinking he'd get it eventually. After the tenth time he was starting to get tired. He over heard all the special tricks to make it work but no sprit energy came out. Then someones spritual pressue consumed him. It was strong feeling but he was still able to move.
"What the hell is this feeling?"
By the time he turned around to see who it was comming from the feeling was gone. Zeno came back to his exercise and started over again. After 7 more trys Zeno was looseing hope. Not only could he not do it, but not any form of sighn of sprit energy was showing.
"It's no use. I've tryed everything. What the matter with me? Im doing what I instructor said. It's like I have no spritual powers at all. And if I have no spritual pressure then theres no reason for the academy to keep me. With out sprit powers theres no way to become a Soul Reaper."
He held his hand and consentrated as hard as he could to make at least a tiny ball, but nothing happen like before.
"Aw, I give up. It's just no use."
He sighed in dissapointment and began to think countless thoughts in his mind on what was going to happen to him. Zeno's head went down in sadness. All of his dreams and needs were destroyed. Thoughts flashed through his head about what he should do, what people would think of him, and what he was going to tell his grandma if he came back.
"I guess it was all just a fantasy after all. Don't know why im so surprised. Not like I have anyone here that cares about me."
Zeno's silly positive attitude was gone. Nothing was going to grant him sprit enerygy, it was either you had them or you didn't. His sad green eyes stared at his right hand. His eyes watered to cry but he held his tears back to at least walk out looking like a somebody. He looked over and saw some students forming sprit balls from their hands, and others that were getting the hang of it. He began to walk towards the door to who knows where. He couldn't stay in the Academy anymore.
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