An intense fight had broken out again, away from the training grounds, far from the eyes of the other students and knights. Bluebird had chosen this secluded place deliberately. He didnât want spectators. He wanted to see how much the three of them had progressed since their week of training... and perhaps, though he didnât say it, he had another secret reason as well.
But for Kai, Gary, and Lupus, that reason didnât matter at the moment. Because within minutes of the fight starting, all three of them found themselves on their backs, staring up at the pale sky.
Gary groaned, clutching his war hammer as if it might anchor him back to his dignity. âMan, what the heck... what even is this? After everything weâve learned, after using Qi with our weapons, we still canât beat him. We canât even land a single hit. And thatâs all three of us together!â
Bluebirdâs shadow crossed over them as he sheathed his blade. âDonât be disappointed,â he said calmly. âTo be honest, you did really well. I know it probably looks like I was holding back, but believe me, I wasnât.â
He looked down at them with a small, approving smile. âYour use of Qi has made your attacks stronger. Your control over your weapons has improved, and your strikes are more dangerous than before. Youâve made progress in one week that most knights wouldnât make in a year. You should be more than happy with that. Youâre all... very talented.â
Kai sat up slowly, brushing dirt from his clothes as he watched Bluebird. His chest still ached from the last blow. Despite the praise, frustration burned quietly inside him.
He knew theyâd been improving quickly, especially after learning to harness Qi. Their control had become second nature, and their movements sharper. At one point, heâd even started to worry about how strong Lupus was becoming, since they werenât exactly allies by nature. But this fight... this short, humiliating defeat, showed just how large the gap still was between them and Bluebird.
âEven though the Altered Hunters were able to use Qi,â Kai thought, staring at the ground, âthe difference in how itâs used here, in the strength, the precision, itâs night and day.â
âHow were you able to do that?â Kai finally asked, lifting his gaze. âTo fight like that?â
Bluebird tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âIt depends what youâre asking about,â he replied.
He raised his sword, giving it a gentle swing. Instantly, Kaiâs heart jumped. It felt like a strike was about to slice through him, so real, so sharp, that his body tensed in reflex. But nothing came. The attack never left the blade.
It was the same trick Bluebird had used the first time theyâd met him, the illusionary strike that seemed to appear from nowhere, and even now, they still couldnât figure out what it was.
âOr,â Bluebird continued, resting the blade against his shoulder, âdo you mean how I was able to block and counter nearly every hit the three of you tried to throw at me?â
Kai gave a dry laugh. âI didnât think there was an explanation for that one. I figured it was just because youâve got a lifetime of experience and skill.â
Bluebird chuckled softly. âSomewhat.â He slid his sword from his shoulder and pointed the tip toward the ground. âLet me answer the first question, then.â
He took a step closer, his tone turning more thoughtful. âYouâve all learned how to use Qi, to channel it through your body, to strengthen your limbs, to coat your weapons. But what Iâm using is another form of that same energy. Iâve learned how to project Qi outward through my strikes.â
He swung his sword lightly again, and though the blade didnât touch the ground, the air seemed to vibrate around it.
âThis isnât something everyone can do,â he continued. âOnly a few have figured it out, and even now, I havenât discovered how to teach it properly. Itâs a form of control most never reach.â
Kaiâs eyes narrowed. Projecting Qi out of the weapon itself... so thatâs what created the illusion of his invisible strikes.
Bluebird looked at them each in turn, then smiled faintly. âBut the real reason youâre reacting the way you do, the flinching, the hesitation, thatâs your own fault.â
Gary frowned. âOurs? What do you mean?â
âYes,â Bluebird said simply. âSome people are more sensitive to Qi than others. Usually, thatâs a good thing, as long as youâre aware of it and know how to control it. In your case, all three of you have a high sensitivity to Qi.â
He pointed his sword at them again, the air humming faintly around the edge. âSo when I coat my weapon in Qi and prepare to strike, the energy moves before I do. And thatâs what your bodies are reacting to. You sense the movement of Qi itself seconds before the actual attack. Your instincts read it as danger, and you move, sometimes before anything even happens.â
Kai blinked, realization slowly dawning.
Bluebird went on, voice calm and deliberate. âBeasts and animals have a similar sense. They can feel danger approaching before itâs visible. Some call it a sixth sense, itâs what keeps them alive. What youâre doing is the same, except your sensitivity is to Qi rather than instinct alone.â
He lowered his sword, his expression thoughtful. âWhen I first fought you, I noticed your reactions. I could tell you were all sensitive to Qi, but you didnât understand what was happening. So, I started to use it against you.â
Bluebirdâs lips curved slightly as he explained. âBy projecting my Qi and throwing feints, I could make your instincts react to an attack that wasnât coming. Your bodies moved to defend against a strike that didnât exist, leaving you open for the real one. Or, sometimes, you ignored your instincts, and thatâs when I followed through.â
Gary whistled softly. âSo you were basically tricking our senses the whole time...â
Bluebird nodded. âExactly. Your greatest advantage, your sensitivity, can also be your greatest weakness if you donât control it.â
Kai thought deeply about that. The way Bluebird had described Qi feints, it wasnât just a technique, it was a way to manipulate opponents on a level deeper than sight or sound. Against creatures with heightened senses, like werewolves or perhaps even vampires, it could become a deadly tool.
He clenched his fists, feeling a spark of determination build within him. If they could learn to do what Bluebird did, if they could master that kind of control, theyâd stand a chance against anyone.
Gary tilted his head. âAnd the second thing?â he asked. âWhat about that? You said youâd explain two.â
Bluebird smiled knowingly, his eyes glinting with amusement. âAh. The second thing,â he said, his tone teasing. âWell... thatâs a bit harder to explain.â
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