All in the Technique
By Moonraker One
DragonballChapter Two – The regimen
As she sat there Indian style, facing her master, he focused his energy back into his palms and opened his eyes. "You can do this just as acutely as I can, you just will have to practice."
She seemed confused. "What do I have to do to use this 'ki' stuff, mister Hebi-sen'nin?"
He put his hand on her forehead and began to explain the art of ki sensing and manipulating. "My child," he explained, "ki is not hard to use or sense. First, I ask of you to close your eyes."
She did as instructed.
"Next," he continued, "imagine that there is, deep within the middle of your body, a large ball of white light. Imagine that this ball of light is warm to the touch and is firm when you grab hold of it."
Again, she did as instructed.
"Wow!" She yelled. "I can actually feel it! I feel the texture and the warmth and everythinggggg!" He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her enthusiasm.
"Now comes the hardest part of ki manipulating," he said. "Imagine that an invisible force is pulling a section of this ball towards your hands."
At first, she found the pull easy to perform. After a few seconds, however, sweat began to form on her forehead, indicating that she was struggling to separate a section of her ki from its main pool of energy. It was hard, but once she did it this time it would be far simpler each time she used her ki. Once an entire minute had passed, she began to grit her teeth in agony over the removal of a section of ki. He felt sorry for her because of how difficult it was for her, but felt no remorse because it was, by far, the easiest and most basic component of what was to come.
"You have to try harder!" he yelled. "Don't let this basic part of your training get the best of you!"
Poof. It wasn't big; in fact, it was barely visible and the light it gave off was dimmer than a flashlight with weak batteries, but it was there. She had mastered the basic component of the martial art of the snake. There was, between her palms, a small ball of pure ki. Once she opened her eyes, it was as if she had won the lottery.
"Yipeee! Mister Hebi-sen'nin!" She yelled. "I mastered this 'ki' stuff!"
He removed his hand from her forehead, careful not to pull out a section of her bluish hair. "Now," he replied, "Can you feel my ki?"
She closed her eyes a minute, then opened them.
"I can sense you when I can't see, Mister Hebi-sen'nin! I know where you are!"
He shook his head. "There's a more important aspect to this, Maron. This time keep your eyes open."
"Yeah, I can feel that your ball of ki is much larger than mine, Mister Hebi-sen'nin!"
"Exactly," he replied. "That means that I am far stronger than you. Don't worry, after awhile, your energy will be closer to mine than it is now."
He pressed the button and led her out of the training room and into the kitchen. He pulled a plate from the cupboard and placed it on the table in front of where Maron was sitting. He pointed his extended palm at her plate, and a red beam of ki shot from his hand and turned into food when it touched her plate. When she noticed that he changed pure energy into food, she became excited.
"Wow, Mister Hebi-sen'nin!" She cried. "You can make food out of this 'ki' stuff? Amazing! Tell me something, though; why aren't you eating?"
"Because I do not need to eat," was his reply.
Huh? Did she hear that right?
"Why don't you need to eat, Mister Hebi-sen'nin?"
"You saw that red ki? Because the ki was red, that meant that it was the type of ki that satisfies your hunger. I don't need to eat simply because I can move a ball of red ki directly into my stomach."
She raised an eyebrow. "So, the color of the ki is important as to what type it is?"
"Exactly."
"My brother taught me some ki aspects, but I never could master it. How come he didn't explain this to me?"
"Who trained him?"
"Kame-sen'nin."
That name made Hebi-sen'nin's blood boil. He smiled at the thought that he-and only he-knew how to turn pure ki into food without it even leaving your body. This gave him an easy advantage over his most hated nemesis. He smiled to himself as he thought of all the other advantages he now might have. This meant that, if he were to battle his old adversary, he would be able to last longer because he could turn his energy into food, which later on, meant more energy. Perhaps now he should teach his new pupil how to do this fascinating method of using your ki for survival purposes.
After Maron finished her plate, she took it over to the sink and washed her plate. Once she had put up her plate in the cupboard, Hebi-sen'nin led her into the training room once again to teach her some more about the art of manipulating ki for personal use. Ki, as he explained, was something that could be used for personal use as well as combat.
"Maron, so far you've learned the basic ways of manipulating and sensing ki," he explained. "You also need to learn the more complex aspects of ki manipulation."
"Such as?" She asked him.
"Such as how I said you can turn ki into food to live off of. Let's begin."
He sat down Indian style again and motioned for her to do so as well. Once they both were seated on the floor, he began to explain the finer aspects of ki.
"First of all," He explained, "go back to your main pool of ki. Can you see it?"
"Yes, Mr. Hebi-sen'nin," she replied. "What do I do now?"
"Take off a small chunk of ki off of the main reserve of energy."
She did as instructed. What came next, was the complex part.
"What do I do now, Mr. Hebi-sen'nin?"
"Turn it red."
That confused her slightly; exactly how was she supposed to turn it red? There had to have been a less-complex explanation.
"How do I turn it red, Mr. Hebi-sen'nin?" She asked, confusion taking her mind slightly off of the task at hand.
"Imagine the bit of energy itself turning from white to red," he explained. "This should make the process less difficult."
She was struggling at first, but after a few seconds, she managed to smile.
"I did it, Mr. Hebi-sen'nin!" She cried. "I did it! Now what do I do?"
He smiled; boy, was she learning fast. He remembered that for him to do the same it took him almost thirty days longer than she was currently requiring.
"Now," he replied, "you move that ball of red ki over to inside of your stomach."
She managed to do as instructed.
"Cool, Mr. Hebi-sen'nin!" She yelled. "I managed to pull it off! What do I do now?"
That confused him; if it was done, she should not still be sensing that red ki.
"Did you let it go?"
She blinked. "Excuse me? What do you mean?"
He rolled his eyes; this was the same mistake that he made the first time that he was taught this technique.
"You're still holding onto it," he added. "Imagine yourself letting it go and releasing it."
She took a deep breath and let it all out. When she opened her eyes, it was clear that she had mastered yet another technique that he was taught when he was younger. Perhaps this student was going to be the one. It was years that he had spent searching for the "right student." He'd taught many people, but none of them were quite up to his expectations. Maron, a bluish-haired young girl who so far had quite a bit of potential, was so far one of the best students that he'd ever had. He knew that many of his students would seek his training, and even learn his techniques, but could not master his ultimate technique. It was the Daimaoh-ken. This was the technique of the gods that had been taught to him. No one but him knew the level of power that was held in this one ultimate powerup.