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Book: Path of Transcendence 1: Ultimatum of the Nameless God by Brian McGoldrick
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Authors: Brian McGoldrick
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I they are still only a shadow of my Half-Dvergar body's muscles. If my development continues at the rate, I will surpass the boundaries of anything that could be called human within another month or so.
I never understood how much ki could affect one's body, but there are so many things that I do not understand. Every day, I make new discoveries about what I can do with ki. I have no clue where the road I am walking will take me, but with every new discovery, I am more and more excited to find out.
Unconsciously using my ki, I rise to my feet, without using my arms to push myself off the ground. More and more I have been doing things like this over the past month. I no longer need to meditate and focus to keep the ki flowing though my body, it now moves naturally with the cycle of my breathing. Even though I no longer have to focus on ki to use it, the amount of ki I can channel is still pathetically weak compared what I could have used as a Half-Dvergar.
The forms of Shadow Fist are easier to practice with the ki in my body, but they are still not complete. Until I can use the Od, I will never be able to fully use Shadow Fist.
To compensate, I have begun to practice with the Urehara Style and what I remember of the other fighting styles that Talon learned. Over the decades of his life, after learning Shadow Fist, Talon studied dozens of other fighting styles. He never used them, but he wanted to understand the differences between normal styles and Shadow Fist. That old monk Tae Sun changed Talon's very way of thinking, when he taught him Shadow Fist.
Talon's memories are still partially intact within my mind. I am certain I lost parts of them, when I died. There are gaps that I cannot fill in, events and knowledge that seem to be far larger than the parts that remain. Without an eidetic memory, it is natural to forget and lose parts of your memories over time, but the gaps are too pronounced within Talon's memories. It must have something to do with the nature of bodies, minds, and souls. The three can apparently be separated but are probably not entirely distinct and separate. When I was in Talon's body, I could not remember some things about my life that I was certain I should know, and a few things I know I could not remember, I once again remember. Parts of Talon's memories have become my own, attached to my mind and soul now, but others have been lost forever.
With the help of Urehara-sensei's maintenance man, I built several wooden men. Both Urehara-sensei and myself are hitting far too hard to use normal punching bags any longer. After rupturing the seams on several, we decided to use posts and wooden men for our training. It sounds like I am hitting the wood with a heavy hammer, as I begin my striking practice. The distinct sounds of my hands, feet, legs, and arms impacting the wood turns into a continuous sound that continues to drone on, when I push my speed to its current limit.
After twenty minutes of continuous strikes, I stop and turn to Urehara-sensei, who is standing outside of the dojo's back door. There is a solemn air about him, as he stares at me. His ki is more controlled now, giving him the ability to use several times the amount of ki that I can at the moment. Even though his body's ability to use ki is currently stronger than mine, the increase in the volume of ki my body can handle is progressing at several times his rate of development. I also have a much better fine control over the ki I can use.
Urehara-sensei holds out an envelope. “This is probably the man you wanted information on. He was the only one that matched all the criteria you provided.”
Taking the envelope, I open it and look at the contents. There are only five sheets of paper, but they tell me what I need to know: Harold T. Sawyer was a US Marine, who served in Operation Desert Storm in the 1990s. After leaving the Marine Corp., he used his military benefits to become a software engineer. He was also a long term MMO
I never understood how much ki could affect one's body, but there are so many things that I do not understand. Every day, I make new discoveries about what I can do with ki. I have no clue where the road I am walking will take me, but with every new discovery, I am more and more excited to find out.
Unconsciously using my ki, I rise to my feet, without using my arms to push myself off the ground. More and more I have been doing things like this over the past month. I no longer need to meditate and focus to keep the ki flowing though my body, it now moves naturally with the cycle of my breathing. Even though I no longer have to focus on ki to use it, the amount of ki I can channel is still pathetically weak compared what I could have used as a Half-Dvergar.
The forms of Shadow Fist are easier to practice with the ki in my body, but they are still not complete. Until I can use the Od, I will never be able to fully use Shadow Fist.
To compensate, I have begun to practice with the Urehara Style and what I remember of the other fighting styles that Talon learned. Over the decades of his life, after learning Shadow Fist, Talon studied dozens of other fighting styles. He never used them, but he wanted to understand the differences between normal styles and Shadow Fist. That old monk Tae Sun changed Talon's very way of thinking, when he taught him Shadow Fist.
Talon's memories are still partially intact within my mind. I am certain I lost parts of them, when I died. There are gaps that I cannot fill in, events and knowledge that seem to be far larger than the parts that remain. Without an eidetic memory, it is natural to forget and lose parts of your memories over time, but the gaps are too pronounced within Talon's memories. It must have something to do with the nature of bodies, minds, and souls. The three can apparently be separated but are probably not entirely distinct and separate. When I was in Talon's body, I could not remember some things about my life that I was certain I should know, and a few things I know I could not remember, I once again remember. Parts of Talon's memories have become my own, attached to my mind and soul now, but others have been lost forever.
With the help of Urehara-sensei's maintenance man, I built several wooden men. Both Urehara-sensei and myself are hitting far too hard to use normal punching bags any longer. After rupturing the seams on several, we decided to use posts and wooden men for our training. It sounds like I am hitting the wood with a heavy hammer, as I begin my striking practice. The distinct sounds of my hands, feet, legs, and arms impacting the wood turns into a continuous sound that continues to drone on, when I push my speed to its current limit.
After twenty minutes of continuous strikes, I stop and turn to Urehara-sensei, who is standing outside of the dojo's back door. There is a solemn air about him, as he stares at me. His ki is more controlled now, giving him the ability to use several times the amount of ki that I can at the moment. Even though his body's ability to use ki is currently stronger than mine, the increase in the volume of ki my body can handle is progressing at several times his rate of development. I also have a much better fine control over the ki I can use.
Urehara-sensei holds out an envelope. “This is probably the man you wanted information on. He was the only one that matched all the criteria you provided.”
Taking the envelope, I open it and look at the contents. There are only five sheets of paper, but they tell me what I need to know: Harold T. Sawyer was a US Marine, who served in Operation Desert Storm in the 1990s. After leaving the Marine Corp., he used his military benefits to become a software engineer. He was also a long term MMO