[ As he waits, he does finally get to finally meditate without being interrupted. He doesn't feel the cold and his thoughts slowly clear. His eyes shut as he focuses on his breath, on the flow of qi through his own body. But he notices, there are odd strains that he feels -- on his shoulders, like he slept wrong; a fatigue that doesn't quite that settles all over him.
A mental block, huh? It seems like even when he's able to meditate, he isn't able to meditate. He clicks his tongue and decides that he shouldn't push it. Forcing a meditative state and focusing of qi is the quickest way to qi deviation! No fucking thank you!
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A mental block, huh? It seems like even when he's able to meditate, he isn't able to meditate. He clicks his tongue and decides that he shouldn't push it. Forcing a meditative state and focusing of qi is the quickest way to qi deviation! No fucking thank you!
When he opens his eyes -- ]