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-Writing two sa words back to back can bore a writer. Reading over three of them can make a reader lose interest. The human mind is not tuned to handle the exhaustion hidden behind the concept of Repetition-
Scholars, regardless of their origins, found out about these facts in mundane daily activities. Daily sweeping, eating the sa dull porridge, reading unchanging texts, and watching the sa stars bored many to their deaths. But in these repetitive tasks, scholars saw a Way to train their minds.
With ti, these daily chores beca a form of ditation. The sa things that bored others beca a powerful tool in the hands of practitioners.
Weak hands that swept the floor beca the hands of destruction and creation. The tasteless porridge that didn't bring flavor to the tongue challenged one to see from different perspectives. Unchanging texts paved the way for further research, and so saw the path of Destiny among the twinkling stars.
After many years, and the coming and passing of many Saints, it beca clear that repetition could bring unimaginable changes. But to see these changes, one's mind needed to be strong enough to not let oneself lose midway.
If it was a repetition of sex, one must not have a desire for the climax. If it was a repetition of food, one must not have desires for flavors. And If it was a repetition of life, one must not have the desire for immortality.
But even after billions of years of chiseling and pruning, one thing baffled Scholars. There was this one thing, the repetition of which had no end. And almost none could hold themselves from giving up on its path.
This thing was Pain.
Pain was universal, eternal, and relentless. Pain wasn't a food whose flavor felt dull with ti. It wasn't the book that was bound to gather dust if left untouched. Pain didn't care for one's feelings. Even if it was repetitive, every pang of pain felt the sa as the last.
No pain lasted throughout life, and one lifeti wasn't enough to know its Way.
Then how to ditate over it, and how to train one's mind to get used to this pain?
This question remained unanswered for eons. Then ca a family, carvers by profession, who found that it wasn't the repetition of minor hits that brought the best result on a carving. It was a combination of heavy hits and soft hits, in a rhythm, almost as if these two types of hits were alive, in tandem.
What rhythm? What heavy and soft? And what does a carver know about pain? How does the hit of a hamr apply to the pain of the body and mind?
The outstanding scholars of those tis couldn't understand these simple but confusing statents. And so this family and their findings got buried under the sa texts scholars had been trying to ditate upon.
But the family didn't forget. They didn't forget their profession, this profession's repetition, and the words of their ancestors. Many generations passed, and when the ti ca for them to get entirely forgotten by the world, one man ca out of this family.
HE was also a carver by profession. HE was also a humble man. And HE had found out the Way of those Heavy and Soft hits.
The unseen and unfounded scrolls say that there was a Pain in HIS eyes, there was Pain in HIS mind, and there was Pain in HIS heart. HIS eyes weren't brimming with life, and they were dull and almost emotionless. And when the ti ca for death, HIS bones were found out to be golden.
There was no weapon in the Galaxy which could scratch those bones, no Skill that could make a dent on them. Those golden bones beca the most guarded secret of that family, who were carvers by profession.
And the thod they had found beca one of the first Gene-based Skills that they passed down from generation to generation. A Gene-based Skill that was almost unknown to all beings within the Milky Way Galaxy.
A Gene-based Skill called SHINTAI - THE GOD BODY!!!
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Cr-rack!!!
Aldrich walked out of the small room.
Only he knew which bone of his body had just got broken. Only he knew which muscle got ruptured, and which organ got crushed. The cuff-link on his left sleeve kept giving out tiny Mana fluctuations, but they didn't go out and revolved around him, masking him from the eyes of others.
But despite the cuff-link, his eyes were dull, and his mouth was tight shut. The way he leaned over his cane could make one feel as if he had so ailnt. And the damped clicking sound coming out of him felt like the clattering of his teeth.
Aldrich found himself in a corridor, filled with many young and old people walking hastily to his left. They had the sa clothes as him, and most of them had at least one small creature on them. So were tiny bluebirds, so creatures were rat-like, and so looked like two-headed dogs.
Aldrich was gazing at this scene when a roaring sound rang out in his ears.
"Oi, you. Yes, the one with the cane. Tch! Didn't you hear the announcent?!"
Aldrich slowly looked to his right and found a young man coming towards him with large strides. His hair was brown, and his eyes were black. There was no hint of any hair on his face other than his long eyelashes and thick brows.
'A Baron?!'
Aldrich felt a ferocity on his face, and from the Mana fluctuations, he could easily tell his Rank.
The Baron Ranked Drear approached him, making all others lose their montum to watch what was going on. Aldrich noticed that though this man had white clothes, the sa as his, the triangle insignia over his left chest pocket had two dots within them. On the right side, there was an insignia of a three-headed lion, adorned with a red scarf, in a majestic, roaring posture.
"What are you gawking at, candidate? You are supposed to"
The young man was about to reprimand Aldrich when his gaze landed on Aldrich's chest. Aside from the triangle insignia, there was no other thing on Aldrich's white jacket.
A laugh ca out of the young man, full of mockery.
"Hahaha! No wonder One more scum has co to test his luck."
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