Mentor Training [Yorick X]

Being quirk less all my life i had assumed if i ever for some reason developed a power it would be the easiest thing in the world to use and master i mean powers could be nothing to the struggles of a person born with ought them yet i have to admit Gaining powers is a much more soul crushing task. 

Yorrick: "Come on kid its not just good to get angry you have to direct the emotion to a living breathing target, it requires more than just will power it requires precision. Come on kid DO IT"

my little training regime has gotten more intensive the longer ive been here, yoricks taken to hooking me up on what i call "The emotional chair" a device that amplifies the intensity of a single emotion to way over the normal heights a human could normally take it, then having me direct it to a person with purpose for a full day. The amped up emotion of anger has to be one of the worse emotions to have inside of your body the pain it inflicts on not just a mental spectrum but physical as well is tremendous, i had learned non to kindly that when you hold an emotion as volatile as anger it actually damages you scaling with how long you hold the emotion inside of you, now imagine what id been experiencing for a full day by doing nothing but holding anger until i passed out from the pain. I came too later that night to the sight of yorrick hovering over me with a more disappointed face then anything close to concern, i guess i should have expected nothing less from someone in a villain syndicate.

Yorrick:" Weve made no progress so far and its irritating, theres something in your mind thats blocking progress on channeling your emotion, you got any past traumas? know what never mind i dont wanna know, whatever it is you need to have it sorted out by the next days training. do whatever you have to"

And with those sobering words yorrick promptly left the room leaving me alone to think about what he said.

me:" Past trauma? the only thing that comes to mind are my previous losses, that mage like hero.. i remembered vividly losing to him when by all odds i shouldnt have even been damaged, i remembered it making me so angry to lose to someone i didnt even know"


At that moment i had realized my problems lie with my losses, never one to waist time i had immediately sat down on my bed in a lotus position cloing my eyes in the pprocess while regulating my breathing for minutes until i fell into a trance like state. I had essentially gone into deep meditation using an obscure method from wakanda allowing me to delve deep into my subconcious mind, like anyones mind my own mind scape was chaotic too look at but served its purpose to show the underlying problem at hand.


Me:" Hmm the past traumas from my fights seems to have warped my mind scape into something more chaotic",


as i stopped to observe more of my mind scape suddenly the scenery changed to the battle, me lying on the ground with my head pierced wondering how out of all the attacks that had hit me so far the sword was the one to get through my defenses. The memory seemed to play on a loop and with each second i watched the fight over and over again, i could feel myself getting angrier and angrier to the point my face changed to a tomato red, veins started popping out of my forehead as i tried my best to sort through the emotions my trauma had induced with little to no progress. When i thought i could get no angrier i directed my attention towards thehero in my memory,

Me: "Go ahead and enjoy this victory, ill find you were ever you are and kill you with my own hands as soon as i finish this training, you got lucky BUT IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN"

In that moment i focused all my rage, all my energy at the image of the hero in utter frustration at the events that had transpired in my memorys, knowing that despite my anger just glaring at the hero would do nothing towards him yet surprisingly the face of the hero changed as if in fear, even going so far as to take a step back. The heroes unexpected reaction snapped me back to reality, putting me in a confused state.

Me:" Theres a reaction? Wha-"

At that moment i was pulled violently from the memory, flying through my minds space until i violently woke up in my bed sweating.


me: "...That was intense but that raw emotion can be used as a weapon, if i just use that memory as a trigger maybe i can harness the emotion that comes with it. The hero memory visibly shook at my rage, did i successfully channel it for a second? Ill see in tomorrows training"

With more questions than answers i laid my head back on the pillow and instantly went to sleep, i woke up in what felt like mere moments, to be greeted by yorick and the sun peeking out of the curtains. There was no point in wasting any time, i knew what he wanted and he knew what i expected, in a flash i had gotten dressed and outside in a few minutes to start my training. I walked to the chair, sat down, and waited to be strapped in.


Yorrick:" Im Starting the chair up now, i expect better results"

The chair activated abruptly leaving me no room to respond before a wave of anger hit me like a car. At first the anger began to overwhelm me, my senses giving in to the rage i felt inside that is until i recalled the memory of me losing, how i felt after the battle and of course the hero who stood infront of me. Feeling a new bout of Will i fought the wave of anger harder and harder until finally i had enough control of it not to overwhelm me, this new state of relative tranquility lasted for 5 minutes before i passed out from exhaustion, happy that progress is being made.


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The training process continued for weeks on end, each day felt more brutal than the last as yorricks training regime became increasingly hard in its application to better oush me towards an emotional breakthrough strong enough to elicit an aura that in theory should cover my body allowing me to use the same skill that Yorrick had demonstrated however its not so easy to impose ones emotions on another living being. right now todays training saw me seated infront of what i can only be described as a mental hypnosis machine, the machines main function is to elicit a strong emotional response in whoever sits infront of it, apparently its the best way to learn how to channel my emotions yet constant use of the machine has seen me gain a sort of resistance to its abilities. Even with the knowledge of my resistances it hasnt stopped Yorrick from putting me under its effects every single day, i will give the machine credit as the first sit through saw me reach a new point in my emotional training allowing me to know ahieve short bursts of extreme hate potent enough for anyone standing near me to physically feel its effects.

Yorrick:" Come on your not even trying, feel the emotion roil through you, allow the hate to seep through your body until your opponent can physically feel its power. Your getting closer and closer to the true power of the technique you just need to get over this hurdle before you can truly understand the technique"

ME:"ITs not as simple as your making it, the machine doesnt work on my mind anymore ive grown accustom to its effects now i need something a little bit more potent to make me feel something... Real. I can only relieve the same events so many times before i start getting bored with them"

A flash of annoyance and anger crossed yorricks face for a brief second before the old lucas affiliated master left the vicinity, it seemed to me that yorrick had some sort of plan to get through this little roadblock ive seen to hit... well that or hes just done teaching me. After a while yorrick came back inside the room holding a blue pill in his right hand coupled with a reddish orange drink in his left.

Me:" So this is what took you so long? a blue pill and a shady drink of varying colors?  This sounds an awful lot like your trying to drug me, unless youve got a good reason for all of this i dont know if ill be statying here a moment longer"

Yorrick huphed in obvious annoyance, placing the drink and pills in my hands before beginning to explain the situation.

Yorrick:" This isnt an ordinary drink and pill, the pill itself is a psychoactive drug built to put you in a trance like state of extreme emotion as the chemical imbalance artificially induces you in an emotion your most comfortable with."

I brought the pill to my face, eyeing its design as if to find some visual way to verify yorricks claims even though  thats impossible. As i watched the pill for my own pleasure i made sure to keep an ear open for the rest of yorricks explanation.

Yorrick:" The drink is made as a sort of opposite to the pill but with some similar effects, the drink enhances the trance your in but changes the context of it...think of it as an intense high were you mellow out instead of being bombarded with your own emotions, short answer is its a more relaxed version of the pill but cant be used unless your already in a trance, Navajo indians used this in many of their spiritual rituals, you should be honored to be drinking this."

I took the drink from his hand in curiosity, scrutinizing the drink with the same diligence as the pill and coming up with an interesting namer on the bottle, VIETRO, is what the words spelled out in what i take is someones signature. A thought came to mind as that realization came into fruition "Theres an brewer good enough to concoct this?" and then immediately after "Why do i not know his name?", someone with the capabilities to create a mind altering drug no matter the grade should be well known through out the world especially with a brew good enough it would find its way into the hands of a lucas family executive. I put the name VIETRO to memory and stored my brewing ideas for a later date this was not the time or place to get distracted especially when it comes to my training.

ME:"SO whats the plan? am i going to take them together or is their a time limit to when i can take them? and your sure this will give me what i need to surpass this... mental block."

It seems yorrick wasnt in the most talkative of moods as instead of giving an example he instead shot the pill into my mouth almost instantly bringing me into whatever horrible trance the pill had in store for me.


ME:"...What the hell yorrick"

I said as i stood in what i could only describe as my own minds cape, looking through the role of a third person as a very familiar scene played before me. A younger version of me stood before the huddled body of my parents, a knife in my right hand and a scowl plastered on my face as the roils of emotion seemed to overpower me at the time of the event....wait, somethings wrong, i feel those same emotions now as if i was there in that time. As i worked through the emotion i was currently feeling the scene continued to play in front of me with ought my say so.



Younger me:" I want you fools to realize that it isnt because of your money that im killing you its because of what you did to _____ He ws my brother and ill never forgive you for it!"

with ought letting my imagined parents get a word in edgewise, my youngerself began to mercilessly stab them over and over until they are nothing more than a pile of flesh.

Me:"yes... i remember these events but what was that name? i feel as thought its important..."

Before i could ponder more into the subject i was brought back from my thoughts into the real world..... the concotion of drugs is a success.