He turned from side to side, examining every inch of his new form. His physique had undergone a remarkable transformation. The once frail and bruised body was now muscular and tall, exuding strength and vitality. He flexed his arm, marveling at the defined muscles that appeared. It felt like he was inhabiting someone else's body.

As he continued to inspect himself, a sudden, intrusive thought echoed in his mind.

Shu froze, looking around the room for the source of the voice. "Who said that?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the small bathroom.

Shu's heart pounded in his chest. "Telekinesis? Wind control? What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and skepticism.

Taking a deep breath, Shu decided to test the voice's claim. He looked at a toothbrush lying on the counter. Tentatively, he extended his hand and focused his thoughts on lifting it. To his amazement, the toothbrush began to levitate, hovering in mid-air. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"This... this can't be real," Shu muttered, shaking his head.

He then tried to focus on the air around him, imagining it moving with his will. To his shock, a gentle breeze stirred in the bathroom, swirling around him before dissipating. Shu's legs felt weak, and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, his mind racing.

"Who are you? Why did you give me these powers?" Shu asked, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The voice faded, leaving Shu alone with his thoughts. He sat there for a long time, trying to process the surreal events that had just transpired. The implications of his newfound abilities were overwhelming.

After a while, Shu decided to experiment further. He returned to his room, picking up small objects and lifting them with his mind. He moved a book, a cup, and even his backpack, testing the limits of his telekinesis. Each successful attempt filled him with a sense of exhilaration and disbelief.

Next, he stepped out onto the balcony of his apartment. The morning air was fresh, and he could feel the wind against his skin. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the wind, willing it to move according to his desires. Gradually, he felt the breeze respond, swirling around him in gentle currents. He smiled, the realization of his power slowly sinking in.

However, Shu's experiments were not without mishaps. In his excitement, he accidentally knocked over a potted plant with his telekinesis, sending it crashing to the ground. The sound of breaking pottery snapped him back to reality.

"I need to be more careful," Shu muttered to himself, looking at the mess he had created.

Despite the initial accidents, Shu couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement. These powers, though bewildering, opened up a world of possibilities. But they also brought a weight of responsibility that he wasn't sure he was ready to bear.

As the day went on, Shu tried to incorporate his new abilities into his daily routine. Simple tasks like making breakfast and tidying up became exercises in precision and control. He found that with practice, his telekinesis and wind control became more intuitive, almost like an extension of his own body.

Yet, the question of why he had been given these powers lingered in his mind. The voice had mentioned responsibility, but what exactly did that entail? And who was this mysterious being that had chosen him?

Shu's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He opened it to find his neighbor, Mrs. Tanaka, standing there with a concerned look on her face.

"Shu, are you alright? I heard a loud crash earlier," she said, peering past him into the apartment.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just had a bit of an accident," Shu replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Mrs. Tanaka gave him a skeptical look but didn't press further. "Alright then. Take care, Shu.”

"Thank you, Mrs. Tanaka. I will," Shu said, closing the door.

As he leaned against the door, Shu couldn't shake the feeling that his life had just taken a dramatic turn. The powers he now possessed were extraordinary, but they also set him apart from everyone else. He was no longer just Shu, the orphaned boy who got bullied. He was something more, something different.

That night, Shu lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He had so many questions, and very few answers. What would he do with these powers? How would they change his life? And most importantly, what was his purpose now?

As he drifted off to sleep, Shu resolved to find out. He would explore the extent of his abilities, seek answers to his questions, and discover the true reason behind this mysterious gift. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Shu's life would never be the same again.