It was an early Saturday morning and Herb planned to begin his awakener training. Doing stretches outside before his run, Herb was decked out in a white tank top, short shorts, tennis shoes, white high-rise socks, wrist bands and a head band. The fact that his skin-and-bones older brother was wearing workout apparel and stretching was peak comedy to Herb's younger brother, who was bend over in a belly laugh, gasping for air.
"You can laugh now you little punk, but you won't be laughing when I can lift a car over my head."
"Yeah, a toy car."
"I'm serious Abe. I'm an awakened now. I can no longer be compared to ordinary humans."
"And you couldn't before either."
"That does it!" Herb announced before smacking his brother on the head.
"Moooom! Herb used his awakener strength to break my head open. I'm dying moooom! He hit me!" Abraham Horowitz cried, running to his mother.
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Not wanting his running time to be delayed by his mother reading him the riot act, Herb fled his home, already losing his breath.
Drying heaving multiple times on his progression back, Herb returned home feeling half-dead.
"Maybe I shouldn't've skipped out on gym class all those years with Sullivan and Tim." Herb sputtered out as his heartbeat like a drum in his chest.
Silently sneaking to his room, lest his mother find him and still remember what his little brother had told her earlier, Herb sat down tailor-wise on a mat in his bedroom and closed his eyes.
"Now," Herb muttered to himself, "I just need to find the source where all the awakener energy is spreading from and direct it to the areas I just exercised."
It was a glacial and arduous process that demanded constant concentration. If one's concentration was broken for even an instant, then the flow of energy would be disrupted, and they would have to start over again. For Herb this proved to be a galling cycle of breaking his concentration, redirecting his energy, and breaking it again. It was worse on Herb as he had ADHA and therefore was easily distracted.
By the time Herb finished in the afternoon he was fed-up and exhausted. Heaving a sigh, he groped on his bed for his phone and decided to watch something to relax. However, the headlines on news did anything but relax Herb.
Dropping his phone and falling back on the floor, he murmured, "It can't be true. Three new A+ aptitude just awakened around the country today and Sullivan turned out to have a S aptitude yesterday—I should've prayed for an A+ aptitude!"
But before Herb could begin to properly wallow, his mother burst into his room.
"Herb, I heard you hit your poor unawakened brother. You should be ashamed, mister! He's your only brother and you got to watch out for him." Herb's mother chided.
