Trying to survive in a wuxia world

Exploring new gifts

The days passed and I became more and more skilled in handling these energies, asking to separate the colors of these and throwing them together or separately in the form of balls; the more I handled them the better my handling increased in these. Which was more precise and accurate when handling these energies in the weapons that I made, fire and ice being the strongest in expressing themselves through them; surely because they are fortified with plants that handled those energies. The hardened grass seems to make it easier to handle any energy but only a little, making use of this I could further strengthen the armor by generating a layer of energy around it; the only bad thing to do that was very exhausting on my mind. In itself, the use of skills over time exhausted my mind, but with that it was worse, luckily I could recover from fatigue by reabsorbing energy from the pearls or the environment that surrounded me; although this process was slower due to the fact that in the environment the concentration of this is slight and almost imperceptible. Besides that there are selectively more of some than others, varying the amount of these according to what is nearby.

The good thing about this time in addition to learning to handle these energies was that I apprehended the isioma a bit, although I only know about listening to basic things; I know you could make me understand by gesturing and maybe continue the conversation. However, I decided not to approach the group of people behind those stones, the fights they have among themselves were only increasing day by day; many times they came to the stones just to roll corpses to where I was or to leave a pile of them next to them. In which I found rations of food or other things whose murderers did not bother to collect; Maybe these things have nothing of value to them but they helped me to understand more and more about this world. The only bad thing is that I did not find any book in any of them, as much if I found a jewel in one of them; Beyond that I had nothing that could be of value to me to trade. I risked several times when everything was quiet and it was night to bring me some corpse from the pilon and that it will not be noticed to try to obtain more things without success, over time I began to be nauseating due to the smell of the corpses and the fact of being surrounded by the dead; the only way out that I saw by csualidad is that the plants that had in the pots ate them. Well, if I could dig, there was a limit to how many corpses I could put in the hole that escaped, besides that it was very difficult for me to do this in the narrow space; Despite my displeasure, I was left with nothing more than to use them as compost in an attempt to make life easier for me and what I acquired knowledge to survive. The truth as time passed I felt the need to go with the group of people, just to avoid the trauma of being surrounded by corpses; but seeing how this society is for them it must be super common. I tried to get used to the idea of death and the echp that maybe I killed in self-defense but I couldn't, the idea itself made me dizzy and I constantly tasted of blood due to the varied pressure that this caused me; Because of so many things, don't stop having nightmares. By my luck the plants acquired a certain awareness of their environment, dragging their roots out of the pots towards the corpses; absorbing them every day faster. Seeing this filled me with fear but apparently they only did this when they felt a lifeless body, or that or they could not abroverme as it happened with others; the scene of terror before my eyes only got worse day by day; so I escape from reality concentrating on training and nothing else. It is possible to try to hear what people were talking about from my hiding place.

I don't really know how long it was like this but I realized that I was completely upset, I had nightmares with these people killing me or with the plants devouring me; so my study only became more and more frenzy, even skipping hours of sleep in between.

Just passing the days training made my mind calmer, despite being surrounded by corpses and some human skeletons with their clothes; scene that caused disgust and uneasiness in that particular when I thought about the causes of why they were like this. I managed to advance a lot in my studies and my combat skills, although I continued to have poor coordination or a lack of talent, I managed more; in addition to that every day the amount of time I could handle energy increased. As if this were a muscle that when training it allowed me to lift more weight, which made me happy in addition to the fact that thanks to the feast that the plants gave each other, the pearls grew so that the practice time only increased. In one of those I look at the yellow wall and I see it as if it were blurred, when I approached it I noticed that its thickness had decreased to paper size; so I was scared and backed away while in front of me this wall disappeared.