— Martial Arts Class —
Seated in a cross-legged position, my eyes were shut tight as I meditated. I could feel the warm energy rising from my belly. However, as it reached my chest, images flashed across my eyes.
Invisible claws tearing through my skin.
Several policemen reducing me to a bloody mess with Aetherium-powered guns.
The pain of having laser beams tear through your body was not something anyone could forget easily.
Swoosh!
The warm energy dispersed into thin air, leaving me huffing and puffing loudly.
"Your concentration is almost non-existent. Without focus, you can't gather Qi," Master Zhang's calm voice rang from the elevated platform at the side, but I didn't bother acknowledging his presence.
I'm well aware of the problem even without his input. What I found annoying was that I had no solution. I had no control over these flashbacks that popped up randomly.
