My Trash Talent Is Actually OP!

It was one thing to have someone you'd call a friend, but it was another to trust that person with your deepest secret.

In his past life, he got to know the hard way that trusting people recklessly was like walking on a ground of hot nails.

The effects would start off slow, and then the pain would begin to build up until you wouldn't be able to bear it anymore.

As an only child, he never got to know what having siblings was like—until he met his first friend in junior high and learned the hard way during the first year in college.

He had been framed for assaulting a coursemate, simply because his best friend's girlfriend had feelings for him. Unknown to his friend, the girl had even been turned down, but still kept coming.

Until his friend framed him for assaulting her the following week.

Around that time was when he met Darren, who knew everything that had happened from the beginning, like Sinnett. Except Darren was not as approachable as Sinnett.

He even doubted Sinnett was actually approachable unless he let himself be.

Another difference, aside from the slight variation in skin color, but he was certain they were both Black and kept long hair.

Which was admired by everyone in the city especially the girls. A reason why he couldn't really blame Alya for liking him...

He was undoubtedly good-looking and had a unique dressing style, like a rugged casual "I don't care" style, and it looked good every time.

They returned to the apartment after Alya hurriedly left to prepare beds for them, with Nova being dragged by the collar after she tried to run off.

Asher took them to the living room, where his mother and Ria would be, to tell her they would be staying over for the night... at least.

On arrival, Asher saw his mother in the living room, staring curiously at the items spread out on the table before her.

Which included pictures, documents, and a few packets of drugs.

Asher didn't stare much at it and immediately shifted his attention to his mother, who was still focused on what she was doing, so he had to call her attention.

"Oh, Asher…" She glanced behind him to take a better look at Nova and Sinnett. At first, her brows curved as she shifted her gaze from Nova to Sinnett, then a warm smile appeared on her lips.

"Are these your friends?"

He nodded, and she clasped her palms together and bowed slightly. "It's good to meet you both."

They also bowed in return and replied at the same time, "It's good to meet you too, ma'am."

Asher's mother raised her head and adjusted the jacket on one shoulder. "I was honestly starting to think he wouldn't make any more friends, aside from Naomi and Emma," she began as she turned around to pack up the things on the desk.

Asher opened his mouth to speak, to stop her from talking too much, but she asked him to help her and continued speaking.

"He says he has a male friend… Tay, was what he said, and I was beginning to think he was desperately lying."

"Is that so?" Sinnett asked, grinning at Asher, who returned the look with a glare. "He actually has a friend named Tay. I would say he was his friend before me."

Her brows raised questionably. "Wow, I was starting to think he was friends with a dog," she laughed softly and sat down on the sofa.

She gestured for them to join her, which Sinnett obediently did, but Nova remained in her spot.

When she realized she wasn't moving, she tilted her head. "Dear, is everything alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm just going to stand here till Master... I mean Asher finishes... hehe," she laughed nervously, averting her gaze as she uncomfortably fidgeted with her fingers behind her.

"Please sit, you must be sore from the missions. Don't be like Asher, he ends up studying and training till he goes unconscious." She shook her head in disappointment. "There is nothing like rest in that boy's head."

Sinnett just nodded with a grin, while Nova had a bun between her lips to stop herself from laughing or saying something that would get her in trouble, but she sat down.

Sinnett then finally spoke up, "Ma'am, you don't believe your son is lazy? Or maybe a slacker?"

"Of course not," she replied proudly. "As much as I want him to reduce how much he works, he works hard, and that's better than being a slacker."

Sinnett nodded, but decided to ask more. "Do you also believe he's a Necromancer... dark magic?"

"I know he's one. But not all Necromancers use dark magic, and even if they do, they're not always with bad intentions," she replied, earning a small chuckle from Sinnett.

He simply turned to Asher, who was preparing to leave the living room to drop off what she asked him to pack up. He brought out a gallon of fuel.

"What if I told you your sweet son bullied me countless times, threatened his girlfriend after breaking up with her, and even..." He leaned closer to her. "Hooked up with her friend and that one beside you?"

He leaned away, waiting for the results. He watched as she stared at a spot for nearly one minute before she laughed softly and crossed her arms.

"My son would do no such thing. He is fragile and sweet. Even he gets bullied and hardly hurts the offenders."

Sinnett's jaw dropped, and Nova's eyes snapped to her. The only thing running through both minds was:

So him being unable to protect himself is good?

Nova heaved a sigh and turned to her. "Ma'am, do you believe your son would drive a sword into a human's body to kill them?"

"I don't understand," she rose to her feet. "Asher is not like those violent, thirsty kids. He is an angel even Alya is scarier than he is."

Sinnett rose up as well and gestured for Nova to do the same.

Then he tucked his hands in his pocket and gazed down at her. "You look strong enough. Why not watch your son and me spar? We could add her as well," he gestured at Nova, ".....to see if he will retaliate?"

Asher's mother felt deeply offended. She felt like they were telling her to her face that she didn't know her son at all.

But then, she was also curious, to see if she was right or if strangers were. And in addition to that, she wondered how he did on the raid.

So that was her opportunity. She only hoped he wouldn't get hurt doing that.

Exhaling, she nodded. "Fine. I'll watch you both spar."

"But you'll stay out of sight," Sinnett added and shrugged. "It won't take you much time, just on the field behind the apartment."

She nodded in approval again, drew up the zipper of the jacket she wore, and picked up the scarf from the armrest, draping it over her head.

Sinnett smirked. "Asher!"

"What is it??" he yelled from the hallway, his steps becoming loud until he was in the living room again. "What?"

"Nova and I wanted to spar, so we wanted to ask if you're interested... we haven't really compared our strengths," Sinnett stated, completely and casually lying with a smile.

Asher secretly shifted his gaze to his mother, who just smiled and walked over to him. "I'm tired. I haven't used my strength to do a lot of things, so have fun." She patted him on the shoulder and made her way to his bedroom.

Once she was out of sight, he exhaled. "Let's go... and next time, limit what you tell my mother."

"I tried to warn him, Master," Nova said as she made her way behind him.

Sinnett only smiled and exited the apartment, chuckling.