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Date Posted: 05/13/05 9:57:17am Fri
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Simple
's message, "Good Teachin'" on 05/12/05 11:17:45pm Thu
Kyuusai learned quickly from his new teacher, so much quicker that it was utterly disturbing to some. It seemed that he was a sponge, soaking up the knowledge of all that was offered to him, not only soaking it up, but nearly perfecting it. Again, he was viewed with jealousy and mistrust by some, but others, those wiser and a little more mature understood him…at least a little. He was an inquisitive child, one that put all he had in learning whatever he was taught.
Yet, all that was put away in his mind as he practiced. It felt good to feel the flow of power he had within him, the silent precision and almost relaxed, graceful motion that was his kata. He didn’t rush any movements, his body moving in a slow deliberate fashion that seemed to defy the art…and yet enhance it all the more. Simple was teaching him well. Simplicity instead of flashiness, conserve your movements, and thus your energy. There was no need to be extravagant, only effective. Still, that didn’t mean that his style was not graceful and quick…only definitive in its subtlety.
As he had trained for these three days, he discovered something…the usage of his chakra (chi/ki/vital force whatever you want to call it.) He could feel its silent power within him as it fueled his movements and gave power to his motions. He blinked at himself…testing the power. It was never something that could be seen, only felt. With its usage he began to be able to clearly decipher that power within others. All creatures had it…a silent ebb of energy that wreathed them…permeated their being, circulated around them…and he suspected within them as well. He learned that he could infuse this energy into him, drawing upon it, heightening his perceptions and his reactions…his speed, his power. Even then he guessed that the dragon he had summoned was somehow linked to this energy within him. Yet whenever he used this energy, even if it was for a little while, he found himself extremely drained. He noted that he would have to ask Simple about this…
He smiled as he thought of her…never once stopping the fluid motion of his kata, his hair never falling before his eyes; having been cut to a shoulder length shock of silver. She was kind, albeit a strict teacher. Her lessons spoke of simplicity much like her nickname, and she was patient. She stuck with his horrible grammar, teaching him Common, and it was because of her that he could hold a normal conversation. He was glad for that. Falling back into the kata, he stopped his motion, his right leg arching up in a powerful sidekick, his baggy pants making a snapping sound with the power of the motion. His leg was drawn back instantly, before he sprung up into the air in a vicious looking aerial roundhouse. He landed lightly, his legs collapsing on themselves into a crouch that looked like it might have hurt if one went into it untrained, his arms held wide, right arm held at a 110degree angle out behind him, his left hand held straight forward, palm up. He grinned. It was done.
Coming to his feet quickly, he grabbed the towel he had place on the rack and wiped of the slight perspiration on his cinnamon colored face. Slipping from that private room, he went in search of Simple, and found her looking at a pacing Dashell. That sight alone caused his neck hairs to stand on end. It was highly unusual to see Dashell disturbed as he was now. Coming up behind Simple, as silent as a stalking cat he spoke, the question about chakra forgotten in the face of what he was seeing amber eyes full of concern.
“What’s wrong with Dashell?”
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