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" I have one more question. No, not a question. A request.
- <span class="mu-s">Go on?</span>
- I deserve a second attempt with Body Tempering Liquid. I know I miss the first, and I won't blame anyone or anything except me. But I understood what I did wrong. I need to try again. And this is for the good of the sect, too."
Her face turns into a mask. That's not good. Not good at all.
"I'm spending time with Dhundan Kepa. He is a peerless prospect, but is ill-socialized and seems to be prone to experience heart demons or fall to the Unorthodox or Demonic way if this is not remedied.
Me being around him and getting him used to peers his own age can only be beneficial for the Sect. I know I'm not a genius. I know I won't be a peerless master. But for him to really become one, he'll need dear comrade. Thus, letting me fall behind is a dangerous choice."
Some way too slow seconds of silence crank your stress up while she's still impassible.
"<span class="mu-s">You should have asked this to your technique master.</span>"
Silence again. Your hope is dwindling.
"<span class="mu-s">I'll give you one drop. Less than half of half of a normal amount. The rest will depend on you. Come back here once your duties are down before the evening meal.</span>"
Your blood rush and you feel your energy raise under the excitation and prospect - raising almost enough for Qi and Blood strands to form, or so you feel. Hope is back.
As promised, you meet her in secrecy. she hands you the precious vial, which indeed have a pitiful amount remaining.
You gulp the medicine without any consideration for taste or smell, feel its still-surprising burn in your throat diffusing in your body. You're already in motion.
Wings Unfurling. Soaring Ascent. And you're already out of Body Tempering Liquid provided energy : your body cultivation won't progress much from this session. You sit down, and starts the Meditation of the <span class="mu-s">Spiritual Beast Whisperer</span>
Already, you see yourself circled by the spiritual totems of your beasts. You have only one chance : only one thread of Qi and Blood is available for you to guide to your aperture. The Astral Hawk dives, clutches it gently, pulls it on the opening of your aperture.
The thread is already half as long as it was a couple seconds ago. You grit your teeth, and the physical feedback almost pulls you away from the spiritual world of the meditation. You brace yourself, and regain your focus just in time to regrasp the short thread that was slipping away.
guiding it, then dropping it in the Heart aperture.
You've done it. You open your eyes. The wolf master nods, and leave. You feel the weight of indebtedness on your shoulder.
The next day, while training with all the other novices, the Hawk Master lightly taps your shoulder.
"<span class="mu-s">The other day, you said the Qi and Blood thread frayed before you could have put it in your Aperture? I think you managed it - and the thread reconstituted itself.</span>"
