Chương 8: Kinra
Ink was overwhelmed with admiration and thirst for strength. He wanted to be as impressive as Glam, but it needed to get out of here.
Who ran the first enemies, Ink did not understand. Maybe he himself, or maybe Grank or Kiass . In any case, not one of the three began to sit behind the mentor. Somewhere on the side there was a crash of electric discharges - the motorcyclist tried. What Kiass did Ink did not know, he tried to approach a small group to capture them in the area of micromanipulation.
The smallest particles of the force field formed an almost invisible circle. Ink began to rotate it, hoping to create a semblance of a circular saw, but the attempt to inflict damage in this way failed. Particles could not penetrate either the skin, or even the clothes of opponents. The shape of the spoke, the flow of particles in the form of a beam, even the introduction of droplets of the force field through the mouth into the respiratory system - did not bring anything. The force field was too weak - it simply collapsed.
"It remains only to follow the example shown to me"
Ink dodged the blows, but still missed a couple of painful pokes - in the shoulder and cheekbone. He climbed into the thick of the enemies and released a huge number of small rainbow bubbles. Enemies were stuck in a stream of sparkling foam that quickly swept the entire battlefield. Ink was afraid to interfere with his comrades, but it turned out that they, too, were in a bad situation. Green sparkled with faint electric discharges, which would more likely invigorate enemies than cause substantial damage. In front of the golden-skinned woman stood a luminous eye. Kiass's body moved slowly, as if it were sunk in a thick jelly.
"It's not about the weakness of his abilities," Ink realized . "It's just that the enemies are too strong. Even with a good supply of abilities, we are still just newbies... Grank and Kiass are no exception."
Glam's body was muscle-laden, he scattered enemies and drove into the ground. No one could hold him back.
- Not bad, - the leader of the other side said, - but this is not enough to deal with me in the forest.
The man began to blur, his legs turned into roots, the skin acquired the texture of a tree, and horns of branches with green leaves formed on his head. Ink tried not to miss someone's transformation nearby, so he was the first to see the surrounding plants flutter.
- He takes control of the trees!
- That's right, - Glam roared happily.
"It was not a question, but a warning!" Ink shouted mentally, but he realized that he was worried in vain. His mentor sharply jumped, slammed his feet into the leader of the enemy and pushed in the direction Grank well.
The enemy was thrown back, and as soon as the roots left the earth, the environment stopped worrying Ink a. Trees, grasses and bushes again became ordinary plants - an unnatural rhythm disappeared in their swaying.
The motorcyclist's flying body paved a spacious corridor in the sparkling foam of the force field. Glam was already near Kiass a, who was also fired toward Ink a. The mentor himself folded his fingers on each hand in strange combinations, after which he began to emit a red glow.
The golden-skinned had not yet managed to get to his feet, and Glam was already nearby, grabbed all three students in an armful and soared in an incredible leap. Looking at the rainbow spot moving down below, Ink noted that he was still feeling his force field.
"It can make a good alarm."
Landing after the jump took place faster and more unpleasantly than Ink expected . The branches of the trees not only scratched his hands and face, but also destroyed his network from the force field. His recovery took so little time that Ink allowed himself a little pride in improving his ability control. During the next jump, he weakened the pressure of the field on Arsi, and she took the former appearance of the child. Whether Ink's progress was more than he thought, or whether the girl's low mobility was to blame, but concentration was required less than before. Glam tried to land in relatively open areas and the likeness of clearings, so the unusual method of movement began to bring some pleasure.
When the trees rustled like a disturbed hive, the group was at the very edge of the forest. They could not be stopped; the escape was successful. From a few Glam phrases, Ink realized that this happened only thanks to the mentor doll, which not only led the pursuers in the buffer to the platform, but also after some time was transferred to this world. Salvation had to be paid by this very doll. It was destroyed completely. The thing, according to Ink a, was expensive. Grumble Glam did not stop all the way to the shelter: neither during the giant jumps, nor when driving in a minibus, ahead of time hidden near the highway line.
The shelter turned out to be a house in a large city. Ink thought it was some kind of regional center, but didn't want to ask anything out of fear of revealing his lies. Glam arranged a quick semblance of a meeting, handed out a glossy stack of leaflets to everyone, and said:
- This is keenra. The development techniques of the steps of this art known from the library are shown on the leaflets. I give everything, but only allow the first step to be read. Until you master this level, I forbid even to look at others. Want to ask, why then do I give them? This is part of your concentration training. Sooner or later, you will be bored with doing simple, but monotonous exercises to develop the tenacity of memory - namely, this is the first step - and you want to get distracted. Someone looks out the window at the clouds, others prefer to immerse themselves in fantasies... The reaction is normal for an ordinary person, but you need to surpass these habits. There are many steps in a keenra. Look at least one of those that follow the first, you can say goodbye to high achievements in this art. Yes, I specifically scare you. Want to check my words? Forward! Most importantly, remember what exactly is at stake and what will be the fee for idle curiosity.
- You said that we will study the ancient techniques for perfecting our subtle bodies.
- Sairen, - Glam nodded. - You think you're ready for this? You did not ask why during the ascension or rebirth you are offered to erase your memory or personality? This is for the sake of making room in your mind under ability. You need to learn how to use them for a long time, but the method with buying for points simplifies everything. Of course, you have to pay for everything. Consciousness is too weak, control is not developed, light capacity is low. For this reason, some abilities almost never work at full strength with beginners. They are too complicated and there is still not enough space, even after deleting a person or memory. For this reason, Keenra is the first thing you need to learn. She develops precisely consciousness. I will say more. Until you all reach at least the fifth step of the cinema, thinking about ciren is like looking at the clouds in the window. The further you advance into the keenra, the stronger you will become in using your strengths and get a chance to step on the path of improving subtle bodies.
- I see, - the motorcyclist grumbled, but did not further develop the topic.
- If so, then I have only a few parting words. Did you see my extra hands? Where do you think they came from?
- Ability? - suggested Kiass .
- I didn't give points for that, - Glam said. - This skill was developed by me thanks to my understanding of keenra. Reincarnated in the buffer consist of energy, who said that ascended ones do not have such energy? Using it, you can form a whole double or change your body. For example, create yourself some extra hands, build muscle, or partially turn to a mighty beast. Without keenra, it is deliberately impossible to do this. Having developed your mind, you can maintain the transformation until the supply of strength is exhausted. You can replenish them with different methods, but we will talk about them later. It's too early for you to think about this.
- Master, - Kiass raised his hand.
- Ask.
- Doesn't your clan specialize in mind power? If you are studying the method of enhancing consciousness, why was it necessary to leave there?
- Good question, - Glam pointed to a small sofa. - Come over there.
Ink and the others complied. As soon as they turned to face the mentor, they were thrown back by an invisible wave. If there hadn't been a sofa, the trinity would have been lying on the floor.
- It was the strength of my clan. It really has the nature of mental impact, but originates in a certain mutation. My relatives are born with some features that give a similar effect. Surprisingly, this is a silent mutation. So called the special structure of one or more subtle bodies. In some cases, there are even the rarest mergers and intersections of subtle bodies. Such abilities are innate and also give a noticeable advantage. I left the clan because I don't have a silent mutation.
Our garron alchemists got the hang of calling her forcibly from direct descendants and making some weakened resemblance to those adopted in the family. Fortunately, when the fact of my difference was revealed, I already knew about the sairen path. He is more promising. As for Keenra, this is a completely different approach to the development of power. Although initially slower than the methods of my clan, over time, its advantages become apparent. You will still appreciate it. Reach the seventh level of keenra and - I guarantee - not one of my clan can compare with you in the use of the forces of reason. Let them call themselves hereditary magicians as much as they want. True power will put everything in its place. Your rooms are upstairs.
Glam threw the keys. Each of them had its own color. Ink u got with a red tag, Granka with black, Kiass u with green.
- Have a rest. Go to workout tomorrow.
After all that happened, Ink felt exhausted. The room had a bed, a table, a nightstand and a chest of drawers. There were no chairs at all.
- And why do I need a table then? How to work for him without a chair?
- What are you going to do after him? - from the sound of Arsi's voice, Ink winced. The control of the force field during the journey became so easy that he completely forgot about it. - Imagine yourself a schoolboy who needs to scribble notebooks with paste?
- You have been quite quiet lately, - Ink tried to change the direction of the conversation.
- I just didn't expect that.
- Yes, - Ink yawned as he looked through the first flyer of information on the Keenra. As it turned out, you just needed to remember everything around, isolate the details, make the idea of the overall picture of the environment as detailed as possible. Notice new faces in familiar objects and capture the maximum details of the object with a cursory glance. Then expand the technique to other feelings. Ink knew that there seemed to be six of them, but did not count them. - We ran a lot. Yes, and a warm meeting on this side... also did not expect this.
- I'm not talking about that, - Arsi 's voice sounded unusually quiet. - The past I lived in this city. You know, it's rather unusual to live in a house near the place where the past incarnation was killed.
- What? - Ink at once forgot all the instructions on the keenra. - Could you repeat it?
- The house is opposite, - "she didn't say our", - there lived a man who seemed to be a fortune teller. The past I ridiculed him and paid with my life.
- You mean the murderer lives opposite us?!
- It has been a long time. I'm sure the police grabbed him.
Ink came closer to the window and pushed back the heavy red curtain with a purple tint. Downstairs, Glam was talking to some man in a dark robe.
"Already starting to get used to this element of clothing"
- Can not be! - Arsi's scream distracted Ink from his thoughts. - It's impossible!
- What happened? You don't have to scream like that...
- It is he! This is the bastard who killed my past!
- Where? - Ink stared at the other side of the road. Suspiciously examined several passers-by, but no one stopped at the house opposite.
- Downstairs, he... - Arsi froze on Ink's back, - he is talking to Glam.
Ink looked up and saw the eyes of the interlocutor of their mentor.
"The window is open, - Ink thought distantly. - They could hear us..."
The man below smiled unpleasantly, looked a little sideways from Ink's face and licked his lips. What exactly he said to Glam was unclear, but after that, with a contented face, he stepped sharply into the building.
- Fifteen years have passed... - muttered Arsi. - How can he be free and why has he not changed at all?
- It's known how, - Ink rubbed his forehead and with an effort of will suppressed the fear that appeared for a moment, - he's just not human.
Behind them, deaf claps rang out, and Arsi's fingers dug deeper into Ink a's shoulders. He felt that the force field was about to collapse in this part and did not limit the movement of the girl's hands.
- Bravo, young man. Wonderful observation. Now, why don't we get to know each other better? I'm sure we have something to remember with your little gin pet.
Ink followed the figure moving away on the street and turned to the stranger. Nearby, he seemed even more dangerous. Glam... Glam was not here. He did not even return to the house after talking with a neighbor. As if nothing had happened, set off in an unknown direction.
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