My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 1 1: Me and My Best Friend Steve (Somehow, Weʼre Famous?)

The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair in every direction as I sped down the road. The city was just waking up, but I was already flying through it on my bike, weaving between cars like a shadow.

My flip-flops barely clung to my feet, and my half-buttoned shirt flapped wildly, but I didnʼt care. My backpack was strapped tightly to my back, just the way I liked it.

As I increased my speed, the wind made my eyes tear up.

Then, feeling a sudden urge, I let go of the handlebars.

Stretching my arms wide, I closed my eyes for a brief second, just feeling the wind against my skin.

The rush, the freedom… it was perfect.

I allowed the bike to cruise and noticed a school bus that I was about to overtake. The kids inside were staring out their windows, poking their friends and pointing at me.

I was sure they were amazed at my driving skills.

I grabbed the handlebars, looked straight at them, and pulled off a quick wheelie. The bikeʼs front wheel lifted into the air, and I revved the engine for extra effect. I could hear the kids shouting and cheering from inside the bus.

A grin spread across my face, and I laughed loudly.

Bringing the wheel down, I rode closer to the bus and shouted.

”Who doesnʼt want to go to school?”

Immediately, the bus erupted with shouts of

”Me! Me!”

I smirked and retorted.

”Then why donʼt you grow up already? Schoolʼs for kids!”

I laughed at my own joke and sped past the bus.

I really loved days when I could wake up early and ride my bike. There was something about those early morning rides that set my whole body on fire.

I increased my speed, rushing toward my destination.

Soon, I turned off the main road and into a quieter part of the city. The tall buildings disappeared behind me, replaced by small houses and tree-lined streets. The roads there were calmer—no honking, no rush, just the soft hum of my bike.

A little further ahead, I finally pulled up outside a house. Letting out a satisfied sigh, I brought the bike to a stop, the engine purring one last time before I shut it off. For a moment, I just sat there, stretching my arms again.

I glanced at the bikeʼs side mirror and saw my green eyes staring back at me. My brown hair was a complete mess, tousled and frazzled.

”Eh, I like it,” I shrugged, hopping off the bike and letting it lean against the curb.

I took a moment to stretch, feeling the cool morning air and letting my eyes wander over the quiet street. I closed my eyes for a brief second, just enjoying the stillness.

Then, I dropped down into a squat.

Squats—I liked them. I have always liked them.

Squats were simple but effective. Squats gave you power. Those who did squats were kings, and the rest were just peasants.

I rotated my neck a couple of times, feeling the stiffness crack away.

Took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill my lungs.

I blinked rapidly a few times, trying to shake off the last traces of sleep.

Slapped my cheek, hard enough to wake me up completely.

And finally I was wide awake, fully alert and ready to take on the day.

Today was finally the day I had been waiting for.

In front of me stood a typical house, two stories, clean white walls, a small porch with a few chairs lazily placed. The garage sat on the left, the driveway leading up to it, while on the right, a neatly trimmed garden stretched out. A stone walkway cut through the grass, leading straight to the front door.

I strolled up to the door, whistling as I rang the bell, my mind already jumping ahead to what was going to happen in just a couple of hours.

”I wish I could just time travel,” I murmured to myself.

I rang the bell again.

Today was Awakening Day for my batch. Well... actually, it was Awakening Day for everyone graduating from any academy in the city.

My gaze drifted to the grass, and an idea popped into my head... what if I did a backflip right now? If I failed, it shouldnʼt hurt too much, right?

And so, I did.

I walked to the center of the garden, took a deep breath, and...

”Hiyyyahhh!”

I pushed off the ground, flipped backward, and landed perfectly.

Grinning, I clapped for myself as I walked back to the door.

I rang the bell again.

And then... I rang it again.

Finally, the door swung open, and there he was, exactly who I came for.

My best friend, the one Iʼd known since I first understood what a ”best friend” was.

He stood in front of me in his white shorts and undershirt. His hair was a mess, his eyes half open. Come to think of it, Iʼd never seen him with his eyes fully open.