Mythical bloodlines

The day dawned crisp and clear.

Hugo was in his room going through his usual routine of the Kratos-Body-Yoga practiced in tandem with the Psykhe-Mental-Exercise. He flowed through the now-familiar series of raised tortoise pose, rooster pose, and finally the stress-free corpse pose.

All the while, he sustained the Fibonacci breathing patterns whilst concurrently visualizing the various mana-channels within his esoteric body being forced open. He was so concentrated on his task that he remained oblivious to the orange glow that would occasionally be emitted by his body.

After half an hour, he was done with his daily mystic practice. His light-brown skin had taken on a glossy sheen and beads of sweat had begun to run down his face. That was a sign that his training had proceeded well.

"A new day, new possibilities, a fresh page to be written." He sighed aloud before rushing off to the bathroom.