He braced himself as he prepared to knock on the door. The door opened before he could even touch it though, and the receiver's face could be seen.
"Oh why hello, Milly, come in please." The amiable, beautiful face with blue eyes greeted him. He was not called Milly because that was his name. He was not called it because of an interesting incident involving a mill that happened a few weeks ago, or even because he was a millionaire. In fact, he was actually called Milly because- he had exactly one million abilities. While us normal people can eat, drink, sleep, Milly can do all of that easily, in addition to one million special skills. It was the way he was born, and people just went along with it-usually he only had to show a dozen of his abilities to convince other people.
It would be tiresome to list them all, of course, and sadly he doesn't have the ability to list them either, by paper or by talk, so unfortunately you'll just have to follow along as he shows his abilities.
"Why have you come here today?" She asked, pouring some water for Milly. Milly furrowed his brows together.
"I have a problem." He spoke.
"Well, what can I do that your million abilities can't?" She asked, taken back. She had seen Milly solve crimes, bring down terrorists, and even prevent a minor war from occurring between two countries. Indeed, what couldn't Milly do? Milly twirled his finger, moving the cup from side to side with his telekinesis ability
"You see...the problem isn't one of those problems this time." He finally admitted, "Sarah, the problem is my feelings churning in my stomach from using those powers."
Sarah thought this over for a while, then responded: "Is it corrupting you or something? Is the burden too great? How am I to help you on either of those problems."
"No no no," he shook his head, "for some reason...it makes me feel nervous. Especially around people I know. I always fear that something will go wrong, and maybe a secret weakness pops up, and then-who knows? All my powers might be gone, or worse." His worries were real, although a true conflict hadn't occurred since a few months ago. He was getting distracted while using fifteen abilities at once, and then suddenly when he was trying to rescue a boy from a fire, the boy fell, breaking his bones. He was badly burnt, and Milly didn't get out easily either, barely able to think clearly and use the appropriate abilities to escape the smog of smoke and the flames of fire.
Sarah stood up and examined Milly. She looked up and down, and left to right. "You know what I see? A once confident man, who has now grown weak and fearful because of a small incident." Milly put his head down, seeming to confirm Sarah's comment, but then stood up as well. He faced Sarah eye-to-eye and put a single finger on her head, sending shivers down her back.
"I know what you mean," He said, "and I want you to help me. That's why I've come here."
"Then go on, use as much abilities as you dare," She offered, "I'm not afraid."
Milly took a deep breath. Then he stepped forward and begun his training. He began by creating illusions of obstacles. There were suddenly sofas on the ground, and fancy carpets decorated the ceiling. A strange feeling fulfilled Sarah, as if she was comforted by her mother, a child once again. She couldn't help but sit on a sofa. "Distractions for the criminals..." Milly mumbled, producing flashes of jewels on the walls, "...protect the innocent..." surrounding Sarah with a safe metallic wall. He was beginning to sweat from the effort. He sat down as well, still producing yet more protections. "Wall slider... whip as an emergency weapon..." As he spoke, the protection appeared one by one.
