The Weakest becomes the Strongest

Disclaimer: Everyone in this story engaging in sexual activity is either 18 or over. Also, any franchise mentioned in this story is not my property.

It's a stormy night, the rain is coming down fast and there's lightning. An injured boy drags himself through a dark forest.

This is John, known as the "weakest". Why are you wondering? Because he's the only one in Union Academy who doesn't have a supernatural ability.

Union is actually a school that trains kids to be heroes, but to John they are nothing but villains. Ever since he entered the school, he has been bullied, tortured, ignored and neglected. He thought his life would be better once he got to school, but he was wrong.

He is in terrible condition, covered in blood and missing an arm. His shirt is torn, he tied the torn piece around his stump to stop the bleeding. He's breathing heavily as he grabs hold of the trees to keep from tipping over, but he slips and falls down a hole. He hits a cave and feels his ribs crack, everything gets dizzy around him, but he spots something just a few inches in front of him. A blue orb on a potest.

John faints as the orb begins to glow.

---Timeskip---

John groans as he wakes up. The first thing he notices is that his pain is gone. He sits up and notices that his injuries are gone, but his arm is still gone. He looks at the pedestal and sees that the blue orb he saw before he passed out is gone.

John: Did I imagine that?

He gets up and looks around a bit and spots a skeleton leaning against a wall, he has a book in hand. John takes the book and starts reading it. The last entry is the most interesting.

John: I finally found it, the crown of heaven! I could rule the air with that! The keyword here is "could". The way here was too strenuous and full of dangers, my injuries are serious and I'm too old. Whoever is reading this, the crown of heaven, allows the user to control the wind however you wish.

And with that the entry ends.

John: The crown of heaven, was that this orb?

He concentrates and slashes the air with his arm, a blade of wind shoots out of his arm at an obelisk, slicing it clean. With a smile on his face, he runs his hand over the smooth surface.

John: Finally! Now nobody will be able to treat me badly.

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