Chapter 18

I stand in front of my homemade training dummy. A couple of breaths and the mind is free. The usual, flying steps forward, and the previously calm Chi seems to explode. Six attacks, two of which I am already striking at the flying debris of the wooden dummy.

I frown a little - I missed it again. I wince again - the technique is too powerful, one of the blows injured my hand. We need to work more with Chi, and distribute it evenly.

I feel the approach of my mother. Yes, it's already dawn, I got too carried away with training. You can go to the field, I don't need food so much, let my father and mother eat more, and I'll start working on our plot. Chi is like blood, power and soul of our world, it is everywhere and in everything. And as long as I am in harmony with the world, I do not need base food.

With a bit of sadness, I look at the worn and long-discolored qipao on me and the same pants - all this passed to me from my father, but the sizes do not fit, his figure in my years was much larger. Need to make money ... go to a neighboring province? It seems that something is planned there. It doesn't bother me much, but my parents gave me a lot, can't I really improve their life? I can and I will.

Although, I am satisfied with what is, and even this clothes, saturated with the love and care of my father, that I kept it for my son, and for my mother, that darned it after my unsuccessful training, I will not exchange for anything else. Even all the treasures of the world pale before this qipao not in size.

But enough thought, I'll go and help my mother and go straight to the field.

I wake up with a jerk, ignoring the messages from the system about sleeping on the bed and restoring everything. What a strange dream. I wonder what it was? These are definitely not my memories, especially considering that old house with thatched roof of them. You can't even find such people in Russia. These memories also had nothing to do with this world - I felt it. Then what the hell was that?

Okay, I'll think about that later, but for now I need to practice. I get up and start doing the exercises, easily and naturally plunging into the perception of the world that this style gives me. Even too light, and the movements are somehow too smooth ... as in that dream, when an unknown person approached a wooden doll to practice blows.

I feel like someone has broken the harmony and is looking at me, because of which I get confused in my legs and fall, falling out of the trance completely. And with surprise I look at three consecutive reports of an increase in dexterity by one, at the same time feeling the muscles gradually recede. It was painful. It seems that my body is not ready for such a clean style, but how quickly he raised my agility. I'll dance for half an hour, and you'll see I'll take the top ten ... and I'll leave the whole day.

So, now a mini-scene in the style "I just noticed the observer".

- Ita-ta. - I start to get up and along the way I look around, "noticing" Uzuki.

"Yugao-san, did you want something?" I ask politely.

- Call for training, but I already see - this is superfluous. Where did you recognize these movements? - She leaned forward barely noticeably. No, I will not draw far-reaching conclusions on the topic "what caused such an interest?", It may well be that this is a professional desire, and not part of the task of one of the reigning old people.

"You won't believe it, Yugao-san, I dream about them. - And I didn't lie, specifically today I dreamed of something more perfect than what I'm trying to portray here. By the way, falling into the incomplete style of one eccentric will fit well, and then guess if I'm being shy and doing everything from scratch or I'm really dreaming of something ... with such and such a neighbor. There is nothing special to be afraid of, I will always have time to jump into the loop.

- Ahem, that's how. - She held out.

- Well, then run to wash, and while I cook breakfast - that's the doubt in the second part of her proposal, I felt distinctly. I'm afraid I'll have to wash my face at a pace, and then rush to cook. It looks like she really hasn't done anything more complicated than brewed ramen in a long time. And this is anbu! Guard.