Master.
The ruler of a world, connected to the world itself.
A great being—the source and root of living things.
I hadn’t fully grasped what that truly meant, but—
‘So this is what it is.’
—I think I understand.
Nature aids me.
Nature reveres me.
The world embraces me.
The source of qi was the world.
Pure and sacred qi. The amount was so very small, yet I felt it rise back up in proportion to what I used.
I’d wondered how I could possibly deploy martial arts with so little qi, but—
‘…it’s fine because the world yields it to me?’
As much as it diminished, the world replenished it.
So it didn’t matter.
Sss.
I extinguished the flame I’d raised and looked up at the sky.
A sky stretched blue.
Looking at it, I reached out my hand.
Fwoooooooo—!!!
The sky within my gaze felt oddly small. If I wished, it seemed I could grasp it.
So I tried squeezing it once.
Fwooooosh—!!!
The clouds moved.
But—
Bzzzt.
“……”
A…