153 Training 2
"Visualise your energy," came the next order.
Eh? The makings of great warriors involved creating mental illustrations? Surely, he was making this up.
I'm gonna kill him was expressed as a weak garble.
Left with little choice, lest she pass out, Yuya vested the last of her strength towards following this bizarre demand.
But faced with Kyo's infuriatingly vague direction, Yuya's overactive imagination fumbled with too many ideas.
Personalised buckets of chi?
Floating pellets that would shoot off on command?
Tentacles of light?
Every possible image fizzled out as rapidly as she could conjure them, evading her grasp like mist.
