On graduation day, I let out a loud fart in front of everyone, and it turned into a rock. From then on, the whole school mocked my "fart ability," and the F-rank loser label followed me into the Academy of Espers. They laughed that I could only fart three times a day, and that my rocks were tiny and stank.
Then one day, Su Qingxue, the S-rank ice goddess, backed me into a corner. My stomach rumbled, and a storm of shattered rocks poured from the sky.
Her pupils contracted: "An F-rank can't possibly have this kind of control!"
My wristband began to pulse, and a monitor from the research institute came looking for me: "Your readings are abnormal. Even the experimental wristbands, of which there are only three in the whole country, can't keep you under control."
Professor Li Zheng looked at me. "The way you think is a lot like your father's."
Not bad, interesting