1 Breaking the Illusion. [Training, Open, No Kill] Fri Dec 14, 2012 9:55 pm
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The ground was slightly unstable. The ground near the deep fissure was cracked and crumbling. But none of that mattered right now. Zenchi was not moving. Nor was he going to move. Everything he was focused on doing was not in the surroundings, but within the depths of his mind. He sat in the middle of a slightly raised area. It was not a hill, more like a plateau. Given the region, the tectonics probably forced this area up from the rest. That wasn't a problem now, no. Zen delved into a place where only he could go. He escaped to his mind. An entire realm to himself.
In his own mind, his own chakra network, he could control the flow of chakra perfectly. So, he thought, wouldn't it be easy to practice on myself? And so Zen began. He felt a bit woozy, sitting in Lotus position for so long, but he knew that would fade away. Just like everything else. Fade away.....
The entire scene of the Fissure Training Grounds dissolved into nothing.
Flowers. Trees. A scene of beauty. Grass as far as the eye could see, and clear skies, uninterrupted by mountains. Zen had not had anything in particular in mind. Perhaps this is what he wanted to see instead of the crags and such?
That also was not of importance right now. What Zen came here to do was train. The young Kyōga forcibly changed the flow of chakra in his head. At the very moment that he opened his eyes, Zenchi saw brown. Everything was turning brown. Every single bit of the lush greenery wilted and withered to naught; all that was left was a ground of pure stone.
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In his own mind, his own chakra network, he could control the flow of chakra perfectly. So, he thought, wouldn't it be easy to practice on myself? And so Zen began. He felt a bit woozy, sitting in Lotus position for so long, but he knew that would fade away. Just like everything else. Fade away.....
The entire scene of the Fissure Training Grounds dissolved into nothing.
Flowers. Trees. A scene of beauty. Grass as far as the eye could see, and clear skies, uninterrupted by mountains. Zen had not had anything in particular in mind. Perhaps this is what he wanted to see instead of the crags and such?
That also was not of importance right now. What Zen came here to do was train. The young Kyōga forcibly changed the flow of chakra in his head. At the very moment that he opened his eyes, Zenchi saw brown. Everything was turning brown. Every single bit of the lush greenery wilted and withered to naught; all that was left was a ground of pure stone.
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