>>5789714>>5789717>>5789718>>5789728>>5789773>>5789775>>5789796>>5789800>>5789878>>5789889>>5789967>>5790101>>5790280Towards the beginning of your second semester you’re pretty obsessed with waterfall training. You begin to relish the purity of mind, the purity of focus that comes from meditation beneath the water. Feeling the flow of chakra within your body is becoming second nature to you, understanding the nature of that energy is becoming easier.
When you shut your eyes and let go of your sapient mind, the spirit of the world is ablaze to you, wrapping around your skin. The spirits of the water are definitely not sapient either, but you can sense that they’ve become used to your presence, each gout of water deposited on your head an investigation of your body by some curious little entity that flickers to life from nothing with the soul purpose of investigating WHAT IS THIS as it slides down your form and ceases to exist as its subsumed back into the impure world in the pools below.
The water poses a question. Your answer is the life energy flowing through your body.
Tora Ushi Tora Ne, Water Bullet.
You allow the water to build up in your mouth without directing it, letting your spirit take control of the flow without your thinking mind’s guidance. You release your hand seals, raising your arms out to the side and just allow it to come forth. Water begins flowing out your eyes, your ears, every pore of your body. Or is that just the waterfall? You ARE the waterfall. You feel your spiritual energy beginning to run out but you push harder, ever forward. ENDURE. Your reserves are a deep pool of liquid, and you reach for the underneath of the underneath, for further life buried below in the deeper earth at the base of your soul. You want to find your limit.
Your vision dims.
All at once you become aware that you’re freezing in the icy water and the strength has left your body.
You struggle to stand, or move, but there is nothing left.
You sag down as the strength leaves your back.
You crumple.
You fall.
The water pushes you over the ledge you were sitting on as you hurdle to the pools of water below, your consciousness becoming the black void of the deep ocean.
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Your ears pick up the sound of soft singing, but you can’t pick it up accurately. You’re too weak.
“... searching for a child who’s gone afar… He can’t be found though I search all day…”
Blackness takes you again.
