I Am A Prodigy Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe I had given birth to a diligent son. He practiced hard day and night. Other babies took a long time to learn to roll, crawl, and sit. It took him only nine months to be able to walk and run. He also started learning super early. By the time he started kindergarten, he already mastered sixth-grade study. At three years old, he skipped straight to fifth grade. He was a child prodigy. When I returned home from shopping, I found a strange man in my house. This man and my son looked alike! My heart was pounding like crazy!

I approached the glass room and asked the headmistress, trying to disguise my curiosity: "Why on earth is this test so hard?" She smiled as if she'd heard that question a hundred times before. "Because it’s not a regular test, Mr. Kan. It’s a screening. We use it to identify gifted children. Even so... in all these years, only one or two ever pass. And mind you, we're talking about children no younger than twelve." She sighed, clearly used to disappointing hopeful parents. "Your boys, for example... they got thirty percent. That’s an absurd result for their age. They’re prodigies. No exaggeration."

He crossed his hand on his chest. “Well, I just helped.” “I see. What other talent are you hiding, your majesty?” He asked, making a wave of heat rush in my cheeks. Hummm, do I tell him? “Hum, you already know I'm an engineering designer... but you don't know I'm a math prodigy.” “No way. What is 4765x4597?” “It's 21904705.” Easy. It was really cool to see their surprised faces and Mr Wilson checking the result on his phone.

Norval and Luciana drew closer together to gather information. “All right, first up is Eadmer Todd. He's known as the "Prodigy from The North." He graduated as a first-class android mechanic from The Seolaran Academy of Arts, where he studies weapon technology. And, get this, he's just fourteen,” Jalon added, feigning surprise. “I'm guessing you'll be pitted against him Luciana,” he said. She questioned, "Why me?" He answered, "Well, let's just call it a gut feeling."

That resulted in Ryosuke with a scowl on his face. Again? Everyone else thought. Bingo. Cai Kang thought. “Enough questions. Let us fight and this time, I’ll put my full strength into this! If I don’t then I will suffer.” Kurai, Cai Kang, and Kazuha sense the growing power. They are starting to realize he is no ordinary Kyo. “Who the hell is that guy?” Kurai said. Ryosuke growls under his breath. “I am one of Japan’s remaining Prodigies.”

But before I could dig deeper into the feeling, the prodigy leaned forward, his voice cold and sharp. “Personal, tsk tsk.” He scoffed, shy would I be personal with a nobody. I could snuff your music career if I wanted. Now tell me how I am personal to you,”. I was barely thinking straight. There was some atom of truth in what he said. He was a renowned music prodigy and probably one of the elites. How could I have known him. But I refused to backbdown. If I didn't pass this audition, I would not be qualified for any music competition in my school again. Let's not say I was already in the back books of the judge.

I really am a stupid person. When I was five years old, my magic began to manifest. And just like my biological mother who was the empress of Celestia, I have a divine blessing. And was dubbed as the hope of our future— that someday, I will be the one who will lead mages to the retrieval of our land, and who will free them from sufferings. With my divine magic, I can restore Celestia into its former state, vanish curses and heal those in vain. I was a prodigy.

However, telling her I was at work and this outfit was suitable for my day was not enough. You went to work like that!? What kind of a woman are you, dear? Her words play in my head, and I close my eyes. The way she treats me hurts and I do my best not to let it show. It’s not enough that I’m a math prodigy. It’s not enough that I graduated at the age of eighteen from MIT. It’s not enough that I’m incredibly successful at the age of twenty-two. I guess I will only be enough for her when I start dolling up.

I slowed my walk. "I heard he used to be some teenage billionaire genius," a voice said. I paused. "No way. Professor Sherwood?" another girl asked. "Yeah. He was some kind of prodigy. His family owned a cybersecurity company or something, and he took over when he was, like, thirteen." My stomach tightened. They were talking about him. "God, no wonder he’s such a robot," the first girl scoffed. "Probably spent his entire life behind a screen. Makes sense why he never talks to anyone."

The sound was soft and low, carrying a distinct sense of relief. "So that's what you've been hiding," Dad said. He stood up from his seat, walked over to me, and straightened my back. "You could talk at age three and read over 3,000 books by age eight. You aren't a fool at all. You're a one-in-a-million prodigy. It's a massive achievement, not a crime." Dad clapped a heavy hand onto my shoulder. "As for why you hid it?" He looked at me deeply, a hint of approval shining in his eyes.