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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 7, 2015 8:58:52 GMT -5
The ride to New Namek from the Omega System was smooth and short as usual, the slip space drive able to make the trip in twenty four hours. It was amazing what over twelve hundred years could to already advanced technology; such travels used to take weeks, even years in some cases. But as the Arbiter hovered above the green and blue planet Zasham sighed contently, marveling the serenity of the planet. Mentally shifting gravity the man lifted from the craft whence he perched and lowered down to the planet.
It had been months since he last came to the planet, and much had happened since. Not only defeating Tundra’s monster alongside Buraddori, and regrettably absorbing Grandmaster Masamune, but also his greatest triumph; Alpha Prime. After consolidating power the Lord left, promising to return in two days’ time. His closest friend and new King of Beta Major Ninjin Hattori remained in the Omega System; Zasham trusted no one more with the protection of their kingdom than his fellow king. And of course Zelba was there, to oversee the day to day duties and make sure the many gangs did not delve into chaos. But the man still had his worries and doubts; he had come here to purge himself of such things, so he could be a greater leader.
As the Healing Clan’s home came into view he began searching for the Master Batto, finding him quickly with his various sensing abilities. Adjusting his gravitational descent, the man came down gracefully right beside the noble namekian “Master Batto, it is good to see you again,” he spoke truthfully; the master’s demeanor was calming and his soul pure. It was strangely refreshing to be around such people. After a moment’s pause to allow a rebuttal he continued on to state his intent. “I have come to you because I have become a leader myself, and I need to learn how to help my people,” Zasham was intent on turning the hive of criminals on its head; but he needed more than just brute strength.
“So I was wondering if perchance you could teach me the ways of kaifuku? I know I was not able to master it last I was here, buts its different now… I need it if I am to best serve my people,” it was strange to describe, this sense of duty that filled him. Subconsciously, he was driven to undo Zex’s evils, one at a time; an ultimate revenge for the alien’s hand in his own fate. Whilst he waited patiently for a reply he would adjust his heavily weighted clothing he nearly always wore, as it had shifted during his descent.
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Post by Batto on Jun 29, 2015 18:38:15 GMT -5
Batto had recognized the signature before the man had ever set down next to him. The Healing Clan leader made sure to mentally note all those that he came across. With so many seeking him out for his knowledge, he had long ago thought it relevant to master such an ability. One could only master the body after they had mastered the mind. This was a doctrine that he attempted to teach all those who spent adequate time under his tutelage. The man before him was not one of those individuals, yet he would not turn him away. When he had last come looking for him he had been welcomed, this time would be no different.
“A leader? Your people? Having enough that respect and depend on you enough to label yourself a leader is quite the feat. Tell me, what is it you are the leader of and who are these people that you wish to help?” Slowly turning his head the Namekian looks to meet the eyes of the young man, eyes unblinking as they find those of his counterpart. Batto was willing to teach, but he chose what lessons were handed out to whoever came seeking him.
Around him small Namekian offspring ran in the grass, while several older green men rebuilt a house that had collapsed from age. The people of New Namek were his people. Guru was the one they all respected and looked up to above all else, but Batto did not let that deter him from treating them like his own. He claimed no ownership over them as some rulers or leaders might, only sought to keep them safe. Any on New Namek was free to come speaking with the healing master, no matter what lineage or path they had chosen to follow. Batto knew what it meant to be a leader.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 13, 2015 1:30:17 GMT -5
Master Batto was exactly as Zasham had remembered him. Time had a slower effect on namekians than most. It seemed to do nothing to their strength or mental acuity. His eyes bore through the man, seemingly able to see inside someone. It was gaze garnered with wisdom through time. It was why he sought his training; it was more than just the healing. He needed that calm center which the Healing Clan leader owned.
What the new lord told him peaked the interest of the green man, prompting questions. “I now lead Alpha Prime, home to the more ruthless criminals in the galaxy. Nohkan can train me to deal with the malcontents, but that is but part of it. Every day innocent people are harmed on its streets, in their homes...” he trailed off, his mind going to his father as his eyes dropped to the small green children frolicking about. William’s father. Despite not actually being the human, his memories made it all the real. The pain of holding him as he died from a mugger’s knife, it was a story the leader knew from the month Zasham had spent training on New Namek some time ago.
“If I am not able to stop it all then what I can’t I must be able to fix,” he continued after a moment. He was only happy replying in kind to the namekian Master, as he and he his people were the farthest things from threats. They were a peaceful people and private too. Together it made him prized counsel to the new lord. With his help he hoped to become the man capable of changing Alpha Prime for the better.
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Post by Batto on Jul 14, 2015 11:26:22 GMT -5
"I have heard of this place. I must admit I am surprised to hear you now rule over it. However, your path is yours to choose, so please do not think me judgmental." Batto had his own opinions, like most did, but unlike most he kept them to himself. He would offer if asked of course, yet even then he was often hesitant. The universe as it was held far to many people that believed their opinions and ideas outweighed those of others. Such things were the first steps towards war in many cases, the Namekian people still split over such a thing. Silently he wondered if altering Alpha Prime for the better was truly what it's people would all want. Many relied on the shadows did not take well to the light being shined upon them.
That was again not worth mentioning, not at the moment at least. William Watson had come seeking to learn a way to help those that were in need, individuals he could not fully protect from harm. The Namekian Master's ability to heal others was the perfect technique for aiding those had come across injury, but it was not something easily mastered. To many thought the skill similar to the other ways in which they could use Ki when he thought it obvious it was not. In many cases, most cases sadly, Ki was used to destroy, not rebuild. Those two sat at opposite ends of the spectrum and so did the way to in which they were mastered. A few others had succeeded in the past, perhaps William would be the same.
"So you wish to learn to mend flesh and muscle in order to save the lives of others. I am willing to teach you this, yet I must asked. Will such knowledge be used on deserving friend and foe alike?" To gain the ability to heal others did not necessarily meant the user would know when and who to use it on. A peaceful man, Batto always looked to preserve life, even that of one who looked to take his. Redemption was possible for almost all in the eyes of the Namekian, but what did William Watson believe? To have the strength to rule was one thing, but having the necessary compassion was another thing all together.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 16, 2015 14:50:56 GMT -5
If eight months ago, after being absorbed by the amorphous Zasham but before the realization that he was, in fact, the creature himself, William would have agreed with the Healing Master. Heck, he probably would have laughed quite profusely at the idea. Him, a ruler? The weak delivery boy who was just a punching bag for Alpha Prime’s scum? Yet he was now a king, and the land which had taken his father-William’s father, he corrected himself again-and mistreated him was now his kingdom. Of course, he preferred the title ‘Lord,’ though he could not say if that was his truly his preference or due to the influence of the brothers Zex which were now a part of the legion within.
“I know you are not one to judge, Master Batto. You are the embodiment of the old ways; peace and understanding. However I do hold your opinion in high regard,” he added at the end. Namekians were probably the best source of advice, for they truly had no ulterior motives. They simply spoke the truth, or so how they view it. Of all the masters he had trained with, Batto, Nohkan and Pitka were by far the truest sources of wisdom. If anyone could help Watson master the healing arts, it would be Batto; and not just because he was the master of the healing clan. There was serenity about him, a calmness of his soul, which made his abilities flow through him like a gentle river. Zasham only know battle and war, how to destroy with his power. He wished to change that.
Then the wise namekian caught the apparent human off guard, with an interesting question. Bringing a hand to his chin, he stroked the stubble beard instinctively as he thought deeply. “Yes I do wish to learn the ways of kaifuku, to better my people. To heal those like my mother, who suffered so long with a disease which cost great money to cure, creating a system perpetually increasing the suffrage of the law abiding citizens while criminals and the wealthy run amok," he finally said, answering the first question before moving to the second. “As for friend and foe alike, that entirely depends on the situation. If either was at death’s door, and I could save them, I would, as I will not pretend to be in a position to judge who is worthy of life or death. If the foe is one I can manage, and imprison for their crimes should they be found guilty, then I shall for proper justice supersedes vengeance. However if it is a foe beyond my capability, then I shall remain idle as they take their last breaths, for would I be any less responsible for the lives they take after being treated if I am unable to stop them?”
A few moments would pass, to allow Batto to take in all he had to say, before he continued again. “One death will weigh on my conscience, this is true, but I cannot allow my guilt to overcome my duty. For then I would drown in a sea of guilt should innocents fall due to my actions,” he finished with a sigh. It was a tough thought, certainly, weighing an individual’s life against that of many. It was a small chance really, as most foes he would face on Prime were far below his power, and his fellow Emperor was nearby, yet he would not lie to his master; for given that rare situation he would do as he said he would. It was the duty of the Lord of Alpha Prime to weigh the needs of the many, of the innocents, against those of the few, of the criminals. A duty left delinquent in the hands of Prometheus Zex.
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Post by Batto on Jul 19, 2015 15:52:52 GMT -5
“Mmm.” The Namekian master nodding in response to the man’s words. “Such is the decision all in power must make. Let an individual live and risk what he might do in the future or take his life to guarantee he shall cause no more harm. I would give you the “right” answer if I truly felt there was one, but alas I do not believe there is. With the stroke of a hand one might save the lives of millions or damn them, it is impossible to tell. Only the one that controls the hand has the ability to make that choice.” A small shrug follows the statement before the Healing Master turns away from William. With a motion of his hand he indicates he was to follow.
“Come with me. If you truly want to learn the ways of my clan I can teach you, but first you must understand the difficulty that comes with such a technique. I can sense your strength and if you have gained the title of Lord there I harbor no doubt when it comes to your physical abilities. Healing however, is far different than punching you foe until they are unable to stand. All techniques that the warriors in the Universe possess can be labeled as art, but in doing so I believe my Healing technique is what human artists would call, abstract.”
Leading the human onward, assuming he was to follow, Batto heads towards his own hut. The small domed structure was the very place that he had taught Batto and Ezekiel NeCross his healing technique, a quiet domain in which to focus the mind. Pushing the curtain aside the green man invites William into his simple home. Pillows were scattered around a small table near its center, a bed off to the side and a small kitchen that looked to have the most minimal of cooking supplies. To Batto, perhaps more than most Namekians, personal possessions meant little. What held value in life was its lessons and experiences, those things that spanned across species and social class. While held in high esteem amongst his people, the Master lived an even simpler life than most of them. Respect was his own form of wealth.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 26, 2015 9:05:51 GMT -5
Batto’s quiet wisdom was ever prevalent in his graceful movements and profound words. Speaking to him had always been like taking a class, though one you actually enjoyed. His words always struck cords, creating new insights and forcing new thoughts to develop. While Batto touched on the ambiguity of life in the hands of those with the ability to choose, Zasham was left scratching the hair on his chin as he contemplated the wise namekian’s words as he followed after him into his simple hut.
True understanding was available when one distanced themselves from the distractions and follies of modern life. The old way of the namekians was one of peace, reflection, and understanding. He found the healing master’s way of describing techniques as art quite insightful and unique. Healing was abstract, that was surely an understatement. Most abilities in the universe seemed geared only toward destruction, to harm, and here was the one ability it seemed in all the worlds which truly aided others. “You’re way of describing your art is quite inspired, I always find such meaning in your words,” he stated as they entered the modest structure.
Beyond the curtain was the namekian’s mind palace, truly humbling when he thought of the grandiose nature of his royal compound which was being built on Alpha Prime even as they spoke. All the possessions in the universe could not make him as wise as the man before him, in simplicity he had found his center and inner peace. Such a thing was near impossible in the legion that was Zasham’s own mind. “Thank you for taking the time to teach me Master Batto,” the apparent human would say as he took his place on a plush pillow around the simple table at the home’s center; within sight was the master's bed and kitchen, all basically within reach. The entirety of his life on display in a meager area, only lending more focus to the fact that what made him could not be defined by superficial items.
“After all if I am to be a proper artist, I must understand art in all its many forms,” he followed up with a smile as he crossed his legs beneath him and places his interlocked hands on the table.
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Post by Batto on Jul 28, 2015 11:20:14 GMT -5
"Do not thank me yet Mr. Watson. The ability to master my healing technique does not rely on my skills as a teacher, but your abilities as a student. Like I have said before, utilizing one's energy to heal another is vastly different than the techniques that most likely got you the position you currently hold." As the man sat, Batto headed towards the small kitchen. Namekians didn't require much to sustain themselves, but over the years they had grown to enjoy more food and drink items. Through interaction with other planets and people via trade channels, the taste buds of the green men had begun to shift. One of the favorites for many was the variety of teas that came from Earth. Being able to spice and alter the water they required was truly something all Namekians welcomed, even those that favored the old ways.
"Would you like some tea? Green Tea ironically, but delicious just the same." Batto's back to his guest as he sets up the pot of water on the small stove. Again, the healing master prefered the old ways but was not blind to the innovations of the current times. The small heating system in his kitchen was simple but efficient, able to heat water effectively in less than a minute. Soon nice and hot the water would be brought towards the table with him, accompanied by one cup or two depending on Watson's answer. Should he elect to drink some the Master would pour it himself, offering his guest the delicious beverage before preparing his own. When his own was steaming in its cup, he settles down onto his own pillow across the table, carefully plucking the hot teacup from the coffee table.
"When it comes to understanding all art, have you ever heard the phrase, a jack of all trades, but master of none? I believe that applies to any skillset, including those warriors poses. However, I feel it is the result of an individual lacking in dedication. Only the mind prevents someone from mastering what they choose, while the body only affects how easily it can be mastered." Never one to preach, he was simply sharing his view. So many never even attempt to learn the various ways in which Ki can be used, countless warriors sticking to the easiest route because it often wielded the quickest results. The fact William had traveled to Namek twice now proved he was prepared to go out of his way to round himself, prepared to go out of his way to protect those he now had a duty to.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 10, 2015 23:51:28 GMT -5
The wise namekian warned the apparent human away from premature thanks, to which he simply replied, “Of course, Master Batto,” as he sat at the squat table. The healer roamed about the modest household, no doubt preparing something. If the namekian’s were nothing else they were hospitable. Grand Elder Pitka’s son and Guardian of New Namek, Cudikyl, was a critical exception to that rule however, as he found out the hard way during his month of training on the blue planet.
When asked about the tea Zasham would quickly reply, “Yes, thank you, that would be great.” He had found in his time spent amongst the green men that their tea, regardless of name, was always better than its equivalent about the galaxy. He supposed since water was all they ingested that they would have mastered the liquid and its subtle complexities long ago. At least it seemed so, as even their Green tea far surpassed that of any he ever tasted elsewhere. Their mastery of water and its many derivatives was merely evident of their wisdom and ingenuity. After all how few in the universe had found a way to do true good with their power as the namekians did?
Once he had poured his visitor a cup he had continued on with his description of the healing arts, the man listening intently and holding eye contact as he blew lightly on the steaming beverage. “True words Master, I have struggled to harness and master my energies in various means. I wish to become more than a mere engine of destruction, as seems the default for ki empowered individuals. I believe many great things can be accomplished with power, more than blasts and bombs,” he spoke truly as he gently sipped a tiny bit of the liquid, seeing if it was ready. It wasn’t, as evident by his twinge.
“My mind his convoluted; I feel as if my mind is an endless wall of storage cabinets whose drawers go on forever, but all the files are strewn about. There is little order. I believe this lack of clarity was what stood in my way of mastering the kaifuku the last time I visited New Namek. Recognizing this I hope is the first step in overcoming it,” he stated hopefully and truthfully. Due to his nature his mind was a mash up of competing personalities and a sea of random memories. He knew, however, if anyone could help him find clarity, it would be Batto. The master healer always seemed to find ways to put words to feelings and ideas otherwise incomprehensible.
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Post by Batto on Aug 15, 2015 23:55:21 GMT -5
Blowing on his own tea for a moment, Batto slowly nodded his head in agreement. Mr. Watson had grown since the last time they had talked. His words now provided evidence that he had become more open minded to the ways of the Universe, more diverse in its views. Perhaps the mantle of ruler ship had done him well, broadening his horizons to let him see his existence in a new light. So many that achieved a position of power gave into the temptations that came with it. How easy it was to allow greed and selfishness propels you down an unintended path. Many did not even see the error of their ways, thinking they are staying true to themselves when in fact they are moving away from the very values that brought them to rule in the first place.
At nearly the same time the human was wincing at the heat from his own tea, Batto was downing a mouthful of his. With consuming liquids being the only sustenance that the Namekian required, his tolerance for temperatures had risen over the years. Often he found himself drinking the deliciously flavored beverages minutes after they had been poured. Smiling at the lovely flavor, setting his own cup back down atop its saucer, the green man’s eyes never leave those of his guest. Eye contact was important in all interactions. As a master that was so often requested for council, Batto found that eye contact made his words come across more clearly. This was especially so when sharing his opinion was not what his guests wished to hear. There was never any judgment in his words, only honesty.
“Clarity is a fickle thing sadly. We all strive to see what is before us in the most transparent of lenses, yet there is so much that we cannot control. I often find myself feeling as if I have grasped a concept to have another actor introduced and thus changing my perspective. Working to move forward is all that can really be expected of any of us, no matter which station in life we may occupy, Master or ruler.” Taking another slow sip from his steaming tea, the healer again places the cup down before his hands move to rest atop his knees. “Now, whenever you feel that you are prepared to begin, say the word and we may take the first step in learning how to mend the wounds of others.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 3, 2015 0:07:28 GMT -5
Nothing ever seemed to truly faze the Master of the Healing Clan, not even scalding hot liquid. In fact it seemed to bother him no more than a milkshake. Meanwhile the artist formerly known as William Watson nursed his tongue and pursed lips as they healed from his own encounter with the otherwise tasty tea. Batto’s demeanor remained as stoic as ever as he stared into his pupils eyes, as if searching for something. For a moment Zasham almost feared that he would find what he was looking for, before chalking up his thoughts as pure paranoia.
As per the usual Batto’s reply was honest with nothing held back. From what his pupil could see, the namekian believed in pure honesty, without exception. Something he found repeatedly refreshing, regardless of how many times he speaks with him. And again his words were wise and enlightening, though they stirred a conflict with the hunger with existed at his core. He wanted to know all, thus understanding all perspectives. Obviously he knew this consciously to be an impossible task, but subconsciously his hunger for data, for knowledge, accepted no limits or boundaries.
Then, following another reserved drink of his hot beverage, Batto placed the small cup on the table before letting his hands fall to his knees. The steam rising from the half full cup made the apparent human cringe ever so slightly as he thought of his painful experience from moments ago. However his spirits lifted quite suddenly when the namekian master decided to get down to the brass tax. “Yes, master. The sooner we can begin, the sooner I may begin to cure the wounds which fester in my lands,” Zasham said, playing it up more than he had intended. With a smile then he mirrored his master’s movements, placing his cup upon the table and resting his open hands on his knees which jutted out from how he sat on crossed legs.
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Post by Batto on Sept 11, 2015 13:14:02 GMT -5
With Mr. Watson ready to learn what it is the Master had to offer, Batto begins the training session with a nod. "First things first, gather enough energy to make a sphere of Ki like so." Right hand lifting from his knee, green palm facing upwards the Namekian would slowly start to channel Ki down his arm. Taking the process one step at a time, he did not rush to gathering the energy like one might an instant before launching it at your foe. Instead his approach was more natural and before long a tiny orb of energy took shape above his palm. Pulsing with the same force that courses through the Master's body, the sphere would seem to have a pulse of its own.
"Now, do the same, but do so with restraint. Many times warriors of every caliber shove energy from their bodies. I find this to often be a wasteful method as the focus lies more on the outcome then the path. When done such a way, there is bound to be waste. My healing technique requires something much more natural as forcing your energy into another living being will do the exact opposite of what might be desired." This was not the way to heal another, but Batto wished for William to truly focus on the way in which Ki left his body to gather in a would be attack. If don't properly he might realize how wasteful individuals often were with their own energy, a naturally replenishing resource. What if one could access it more efficiently? They might increase their stamina and overall efficiency in everyday life and combat alike.
Through his years the Master had met numerous powerful warriors of all backgrounds. Many of these were known for their prowess on the battlefield and skill in which they utilized their Ki. However, many did put full hearted thought behind how exactly they had done this. In many cases the skills were focused on instead of the means by which the skills were gained. On Earth it was like throwing a football well, but without any knowledge of what you were doing that made it spiral so perfectly. If William could understand this simple, but often skipped step than the hopes of learning the Healing technique were all the more promising.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 20, 2015 22:23:53 GMT -5
Ever eager to learn something new, especially such a rare and precious technique, Zasham was happy to see Master Batto nod his approval and begin the lesson. He started with a simple instruction, which the disguised majin in his eagerness was quick to reproduce; though before the namekian was truly finished, he would later realize. He forced the power out of his body, forming a orb of energy in the palm of his head. It was different than the master’s; more unstable, it’s flames of ki licking upward at the roof. The ki did it share the Lord of Alpha Prime’s pulse, nor have one of its own.
Master Batto did not bat an eye at the interruption, continuing on with words reflecting his great wisdom. Upon hearing the whole instruction he snapped his wrist away, withdrawing the atrocity as the namekian finished, adding a "Whoops." What he explained was a revelation in regard to ki conservation; one that part of his mind quickly started analyzing. So many hypotheticals that needed to be tested, a riveting theory to investigate, the hunger needed to be fed. It is said that majin are more than just a demon born of magic; that they a magical manifestation of the creator’s desires.
One imprinted on him was the thirst for knowledge, to simply know more than anyone else. To Prometheus Zex it was power, but to Zasham it was simply the hunger. After thinking on what was said for a moment he held his out once more. This time he was reserved with the process, patiently letting the ki build above his open hand. Meanwhile the assigned portion of his mind analyzed the current outputs and measured them against the previous attempt. Numbers backed his lessons and they were an unchanging truth. For so long, and in so many manners, he had summoned his energy and yet did not see it.
“How’s this?,” the new Lord said timidly. Perhaps only true masters such could such things for what they were, perhaps only a mind as calm and at peace as Batto’s slow down enough to ascertain the universe’s simply truths. After a few moments, and much recorded data, Zasham would turn his eyes from his tempered creation to the seated namekian master. He never tired of the wisdom gleamed from the great healer; few things satisfied the hunger more.
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Post by Batto on Sept 27, 2015 18:36:23 GMT -5
Ever patient, Batto sat in silence as the man across from him attempted the simple task he had been assigned. Simply in scope, but not in execution was the tempered control of one’s Ki. The man’s first attempt was a prime example of the very trait that plagued so many warriors. The thirst for knowledge was a powerful one and in many cases insatiable. Above all other creations in the Universe the organ that was the mind was the most complicated. It leads the body’s desires and emotions and was so powerful that it could in fact consume itself if control was not exerted over the power that it was capable of wielding. Throughout the history of the known worlds there were plenty who had fallen victim to their own desires and goals, many of which who had tried to rush them.
William showcased the ability to rein his own strength in. Focusing more attention on the task of forming the simple orb of Ki, the male was already taking a step in the right direction. Not attempting to force the pulsing into the sphere was the small step that oh so many over thought. Ki was the energy within all beings, the life force of almost every living creature that was known. Flowing through its host the mystical energy did not need to be given a pulse for it already had one. The key was to let that natural life show on its own, not attempting to force the energy through it. When William posed his hesitant question, the man’s eyes met the calm pools of the Master across from him.
“Well done. Now, sustain it, but do so by letting the energy regulate itself. Think of it more as letting the energy within you takes its own course.” Nodding some to encourage William, the Master lets his own sphere of Ki levitate above his hand. For him such a thing took little focus, this process having been done countless times in his years of teaching others. Like anything, teaching and healing became easier over time. Practice always made perfect.
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