It started with a carrot.A simple, tiny, orange carrot.
Kean pulled it from the earth and blinked.It glowed.
Not with light — but with… something.Something warm, invisible, and alive.
He held it up to the sun.
"Hmm.""Why is it... buzzing?"
Behind him, two kids from the village stared.
"Is he talking to a carrot?""I told you he's weird."
Kean turned slowly, the carrot still in his hand.His calm expression… somehow made the kids shiver.
They ran.
Kean didn't care.He bit into the carrot.
For a second, his vision blurred.The air around him trembled.The soil beneath him thrummed like a drumbeat.
He dropped the carrot and backed away.His breath caught in his throat.
"What… was that?"
The next day, he tried again.
This time with a tomato.Then spinach.Then a strange herb no one planted.
Every time he harvested, something responded — not from the plant, but from within him.
Like his body was collecting… or reacting.
One evening, while watering the soil, his fingers glowed faint blue.He didn't notice.
But an elder woman passing by did.She froze.
"Was that… aura?""From a child?"
She told no one.But the rumor began to spread anyway.
Kean, unaware, kept farming.Each pull of a root.Each planting of a seed.Each whisper to the soil…
It wasn't farming anymore.It was training.Unknowingly.
And the field responded with joy.
Aura farming had begun.
Not a technique.Not a power.But a bond — between boy and earth.
And from this bond… something ancient was starting to wake up.