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The apprentice took a few more seconds to catch his breath before obeying, and finally sitted down in front of the Neti, still breathing fast. He listened to her words as his heart slowed down little by little, and linked his arms above his own legs for own comfort. He seriously doubted he could run rings around athletes, not anytime soon anyways.
He closed his eyes following Taa'Sho's instructions, trying to remove anything material from his mind without complaining about it. Yet, he soon encountered a dilemma within it: The things that strengthened his resolve were material things. He thought of computers, about nets, about droids and mechanics, repairing, making, creating things. Things that lasted forever.
Almost inmediatly after that, his left arm came into mind. It was the only thing in its body that could be considered strong. He was the one who made it, piece by piece manufacturing every single little detail into creating art. Perhaps he could be as strong as that, after all, perhaps not... His mind wasn't clear, but it sure was relaxing to immerse in a world where he felt as strong as a deity and there were no limits to what he could do, far away from the flaws of his physical body or his appearance. He felt as if nothing could harm him or reach him then, he was a different person when he was in contact with the things he was gifted at, sure of himself and confident.
Not aware of how much time it had passed since he began that strange kind of concentration, or introspection, Anner finally stood up with a calm expression, or at least, a confident one after taking his time, and with a sigh he looked at the living obstacle course again. After a brief look to it, he began to run through it again, trying to use the things that strengthened his resolve to empower him in order to move faster and faster that he felt he could.
Just as before he felt there was no limits to what he could do, remembering it, he tried to imbue himself with all that things and pulled his tired body forward with effort. Unbeknown to him, he began to move faster as the world sorrounding him became slow, but it did so only a slight bit, althought it was still outside of the reach of his natural feats. Not many seconds passed after that until he finished the track again, without stumbling this time, and then he repeated the same ritual by stopping and leaning foward while regaining his breath with effort.
He closed his eyes following Taa'Sho's instructions, trying to remove anything material from his mind without complaining about it. Yet, he soon encountered a dilemma within it: The things that strengthened his resolve were material things. He thought of computers, about nets, about droids and mechanics, repairing, making, creating things. Things that lasted forever.
Almost inmediatly after that, his left arm came into mind. It was the only thing in its body that could be considered strong. He was the one who made it, piece by piece manufacturing every single little detail into creating art. Perhaps he could be as strong as that, after all, perhaps not... His mind wasn't clear, but it sure was relaxing to immerse in a world where he felt as strong as a deity and there were no limits to what he could do, far away from the flaws of his physical body or his appearance. He felt as if nothing could harm him or reach him then, he was a different person when he was in contact with the things he was gifted at, sure of himself and confident.
Not aware of how much time it had passed since he began that strange kind of concentration, or introspection, Anner finally stood up with a calm expression, or at least, a confident one after taking his time, and with a sigh he looked at the living obstacle course again. After a brief look to it, he began to run through it again, trying to use the things that strengthened his resolve to empower him in order to move faster and faster that he felt he could.
Just as before he felt there was no limits to what he could do, remembering it, he tried to imbue himself with all that things and pulled his tired body forward with effort. Unbeknown to him, he began to move faster as the world sorrounding him became slow, but it did so only a slight bit, althought it was still outside of the reach of his natural feats. Not many seconds passed after that until he finished the track again, without stumbling this time, and then he repeated the same ritual by stopping and leaning foward while regaining his breath with effort.
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