He awoke to the sounds of wind chimes. Ah that was right, when he had begun to carve talismans the other night in a panic, he had also created a set of wind chimes and had set a few talismans as clappers; protection, tranquility, and harmony. He knew it didn't mean much, but hearing them now set his mind in the right frame for this day. This day, he was going to attempt to control fire with his spirit energy.
It was a slightly blustery morning, but not so much that it would affect the sunken fire pit too much. He poked a stick into the ash remnants of the previous day and dug out a tuber he had set to cook in the embers. It was cold, naturally, but containing soft and tender flavour. After breaking his fast, he began to pile firewood into the pit with a small amount of tinder and rubbed two flints together until the sparks from the friction set the dry grass alight. Seeing the wood begin to steadily burn, he sat beside it and contemplated on what he should do next.
The book had mentioned setting his spirit forth, but that didn't help too much. He could only assume that if the writer could not explain it in words, then it must not be something that can be explained using words. That usually meant, he felt, that there was instinct or feelings involved. In truth, since he had first cultivated the day prior, he could feel the small warm spot above his navel still, even without using his mind's eye. He focused on it now. As he was not cultivating, it swirled about lazily, so he stirred it up a little, though did not send it towards his meridians. The light spiralled in greater and greater circles until the edge became misty and more fluid.
Like a conductor sweeping his fingers to instruct his orchestra, he motioned and the mist seemed to follow. He directed it towards the fire and began to experiment for a while. Aiming the stream towards the heart of the fire inflamed it. The flames burned brighter and hotter and more wild. Swirling it about the fire gave him more control, but the flames slowly began to die away.
His breathing became heavy for a moment as he realised using his spirit energy was actually taxing. The former him must have had much greater spirit and endurance than the current feeble him! Letting go of control, the spirit energy within him snapped back into place and slowed until it regained its lazy pace, while the energy outside of him dispersed into the air. The inner pool was slightly smaller, so he took a deep breath and cultivated for a while until it regained some of its former vigour. He wondered if he should have not guided the outer energy back into his body rather than releasing and losing it?
After eating a little fruit, he added wood to his fire and placed his cauldron above it and herbs beside it. He reread the instructions within the book once more, ignoring the confusing side notes for the moment, then began to add the measured leaves and roots. He tempered his energies in order to control the fire, choosing to maintain a steady heat for the time being and then he watched the herbs begin to melt. Melt? He did not expect to see them begin to form liquid at the base of the cauldron! He felt excited by the notion.
Unfortunately said excitement gave his spirit an injection of chicken blood and for a moment he could not control it. A moment was all it took. The roots sizzled and sparked as they soaked the liquidised leaves into themselves and the whole mess turned to black slag. Using folded rags to remove the heated cauldron, he placed it to one side before inspecting the mess. Wah! He'd wasted the herbs, they were of no use now! And worse, he had forgotten his former thoughts about recapturing flowing spirit energy and already it had dispersed into the air.
With a sigh, Leon began to clean his cauldron, ready to begin again.
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He made three more attempts to create the Clear Spiritual Pill that afternoon, before he finally succeeding in creating one pill. Had he read the little additional notes, he might have succeeded much sooner. These notes were from experiments that the writer had performed. As well as suggesting the moth tail roots be added later in the creation of the pill, it also mentioned that this pill formed best when set over a low heat. In fact, it was not even necessary that spirit energy be used to temper the fire; using the embers of the fire would do just as well. In contrast, the Burning Energy pills would require the flames to be extremely hot and the writer recommended adding a little extra juice from purple spirit grass to help form the pill as the ingredients were known to burn up faster than the average pill maker could work!
With a satisfied grin, like a feline who had just stolen a fish, he played with the Clear Spiritual Pill between his fingers for a while before placing it into a clear jade pot. With a yawn, he noticed that the warm spot above his navel had cooled considerably and thought he best leave the making of pills for the next day. Not only was his energy required to temper fires when pills making, he then had to use it to ensure the ingredients within the cauldron merged together and shaped into a pill. Now he had made one, he hopefully could create more. For now, all he wanted was a bath and his dinner.
He didn't linger for long in the cold lake water and fortune favoured him for his was quick to catch a fish. Better yet, he found a growth of mushrooms. He wasn't sure if they were edible, but he took a few to see if they were recorded in the diaries before noting where the rotten stump was, so he could later collect more if they were of some use.
He cooked the fish and threw another tuber into the embers, before watering the flower beds. There was the odd tiny shoot growing in the dirt, but he wasn't sure if these were herbs or weeds! He researched the mushrooms, but couldn't find details on them and didn't want to take the risk, so for now he left them in the tiny open shed beside the hut. He could always check the library.
As his spiritual energy still felt weak, he settled down to cultivate for a while until the heat rose happily throughout his body, before curling back into his stomach. Yawning, he checked the fire to make sure that the embers were secure in the pit (he didn't want to burn down the forest due to a petty mistake!) before returning to his bed and soundlessly sleeping the night away.
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Leon created a total of ten Clear Spiritual Pills and two Burning Energy Pills before he ran out of Moth Tails and was unable to create any more. Actually he could have made four Burning Energy Pills, but the first attempt had ended up in much the same way as the Clear Spiritual Pill and the last pill, he had become too overconfident and poured too much of his spiritual power in both fire and cauldron and lost control. The resulting explosion had sent the cauldron flying ten feet and its contents poured out onto the ground.
He carefully placed the pills into clear jade jars, five Clear Spiritual Pills in each of the first two jars and the two Burning Energy Pills into a third. He couldn't help but wonder if it would be enough. With a sigh, he reached for his knife and found himself nervously carving a new talisman.
It's not that he hadn't experienced bullying in his past life, he had. He had always been a bit of a soft touch, paying for snacks and not getting compensated, helping with others homework until he might as well have placed his own name on the work... he had especially put up with such antics from his ex-boyfriend. But he had never been beaten. Though if you looked at it another way, Leo had been the one to suffer the beating, Leon had simply suffered the aftermath.
Ah, he hadn't thought about his ex for years, though it was debatable if you could really claim that their relationship was as boyfriends. Eddie had asked him out not long after his classmates had found out he was gay. It was a girl who had found him out; "I mean, seriously, are you gay or something?" were her actual words and he had not answered, instead turning red. Before they had become a 'couple', there had been taunts, words of disgust and naive assumptions, but Eddie was popular, not to mention rich. No one dared say anything about his sexuality.
But as for them.. well they maybe held hands once? By the time Eddie had graduated, Leon had already realised that there was nothing more between them than a guy close to failing grades and naive boy willing to make study guides, do homework, even go through loads of test papers in order to predict the most likely exam questions.... Eddie had passed, maybe not with flying colours, but either way, Leon had received a 'thanks' and 'I'll call you later.' The later never came and he'd already lost hope that it ever would.
"Ah Leo," he muttered to the former owner of his body. "W-We were destined to be someone else's s-stepping stone."
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