Pitbabe S2, Chapter 20 pg 4

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 20 pg 4

   “I just want to know if… there’s really a way to make the senses go away.” The little girl’s eyes sparkled. I saw hope blooming in them as she looked at me. “I want the senses… to be destroyed.”

   “Why?” I asked. “Why do you want to destroy them?”

   “Because…” Jinny hesitated again, pausing before glancing at her brother below the stage. The high school boy watched his little sister with worried eyes and shook his head slowly. Jinny sighed at his expression, then turned back to answer flatly, “My friend said it’s impossible, and that no special person would want to destroy their senses. So I want to prove to my friend that it’s not true.”

   “Hmm… that’s a very you reason,” I said, genuinely admiring her before kneeling in front of her again and meeting her gaze. This time, the little girl didn’t look away. She stared into my eyes, as if searching for the answer to a question lingering in her heart, full of hope and expectation. “Then I have one more question, okay?”

   Jinny nodded.

   “Jinny, is there someone in this life you really want to meet but think you’ll never get the chance to?”

   The blue-clad girl froze. She glanced at her brother for a fleeting moment before turning back to me, her eyes clearly clouded with sadness. Jinny took a deep breath and answered in a soft voice.

   “Yes.”

   “Okay, you don’t have to tell me who, but I want you to picture that person’s face, the one you want to meet. Close your eyes and imagine them as clearly as you can.”

   Jinny nodded, then slowly closed her eyes.

   “I’m going to touch your hand, okay? If you’re not okay with it, shake your head.”

   Little Jinny didn’t shake her head. She kept her eyes closed, calmly extending her hand forward. I gently placed my hand on hers, not gripping it, just letting our palms touch. Her small hand trembled slightly, probably from excitement, but I believed that feeling would soon fade before she even noticed.

   The surroundings were so quiet it was hard to believe hundreds of people were gathered here. Every eye was fixed on the stage, as if waiting for a miraculous magic show. I started to feel a bit like a famous magician about to make rain flow backward into the sky.

   “Relax and picture it clearly,” I whispered to Jinny, not speaking into the mic. She nodded, still with her eyes closed, looking serene, as if she were wandering in another world I wasn’t part of.

   About thirty seconds passed, and the area remained silent, with only faint sounds from elsewhere drifting in. The little girl in the blue skirt stood still in the center of the stage. Her once-steady breathing began to falter. Her beautiful eyes, hidden behind her eyelids, moved noticeably. She pursed her lips tightly, as if trying to hold back, but in the end, she couldn’t resist her emotions.

   Jinny started crying.

   Clear tears streamed down both cheeks before she slowly opened her eyes to look at me.

   “How was it?” I asked.

   Jinny clumsily wiped her tears and glanced at her brother again. He was watching her with concern, but Jinny gave a wide smile and nodded lightly, as if to say, “I’m okay.” Her demeanor visibly eased her brother’s worry.

   “Did you meet the person you wanted to see?” I asked again.

   “I did,” Jinny answered confidently this time, smiling broadly as tears continued to fall. “I hugged them, too.”

   “That’s so wonderful.”

   It really was, seeing Jinny’s smile.

   And what’s even more heartwarming… her older brother was smiling too.

   “Thank you, Phii Charlie,” Jinny said.

   “My pleasure,” I replied with a smile. “Thank you too, Jinny. You did great.”

   Jinny smiled back, saying “thank you” twice more— “Thank you, thank you so much”—before Dr. Chris escorted her off the stage. He walked the little girl down to her brother, who was waiting by the side. I stopped in front of them again, smiling at the devoted older brother who clearly loved his sister deeply, though he probably didn’t show it much. I hoped that after today, he’d be able to express his true feelings more openly.

   “Thank you too, big brother,” I said to the young man, extending my hand. Jinny’s brother looked at it hesitantly, but thankfully, he didn’t seem put off. In the end, he raised his hand to shake mine. I gave it a gentle shake, holding on for no more than three seconds before letting go.

   Jinny’s brother followed my hand with his eyes, his gaze wide, mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. I shook my head lightly, signaling that he didn’t need to say anything.

   He didn’t need to say a word to me. Just seeing him smile through tears was enough for me to understand everything.

   “Some of you might be wondering what just happened, why Jinny was crying. First, I swear I didn’t secretly pinch her,” I said, and a wave of laughter broke the graveyard-like silence from moments ago. “What you saw was a process of creating an illusion. Of course, all you saw was me touching Jinny’s hand, but what Jinny saw… was a vision in her mind.”

   I held up my palm, showing everyone it was just an ordinary hand, no different from anyone else’s. I scanned the crowded open space, observing their reactions. As expected, responses varied—some were surprised, others shocked, and many were unsure whether to believe me or not.

   “This is one of the senses I can tap into, and I know it’s hard to believe. No one buys this stuff until they experience it themselves. I get it. Sometimes I feel like a shaman or a cult leader myself,” I said, and my silly joke got a good laugh, as usual. I owe this part to the X-Team for shaping me into someone who can do this without feeling too awkward.

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