Countless thoughts twirled in the head of a young 10 year old boy sitting under a lush oak tree, data flashing constantly. Eventually a heavy sign was heard, 'All preparations are ready, my training manual has finally been completed, all the components were tested through various sources, my only worry is how it will work when pieced together.' A heavy black covered book was in his hands, its title 'Prodigious Chakra Scripture'
The boy pondered in his head 'Although this here is just the false Scripture, and nowhere near as insane as the true one, grandpa should be willing to let me practice it, and wont hinder me blazing a new path.' He thought of the first lines of the technique he created. 'There are 114 Chakras in the living body, 2 Supreme Chakras, 7 Major Chakras, 21 Minor Chakras, and 84 Micro Chakras. Absorbing energy of the world through the micro Chakras, Purifying through the Minor Chakras, and Refining through the Major Chakras, Filling the three Dantians of Body, Energy, and Mind.'
'Although this technique is mild compared to the true technique, Grandpa's beard will probably still flare up in anger.' As if on cue a loud angry yell was heard in the distance, "Dror Agama!" Dror stood up and with the fastest speed ran to a little courtyard near the three pavilions. Sitting at a stone table was an old man that seemed to be just on the cusp of old age, much younger than before.
There was immeasurable anger in the old man's eyes, he spit out one word, "Explain." without wasting a single second, a black book was presented, there was mild confusion in the eyes of the old man, then he started reading the book, his facial expression changed many times before ending with a complicated sigh, "A true work of art, you must have put a lot of work into this, knowing you this is probably just the tip of the iceberg, a simplified technique to the real one, yet it already so amazing."
Then there was anger, "You could have told me, scaring this old man half to death, I thought you crippled yourself, the blood trial and meridian ceremony you did, and the awakening ritual you will be doing soon are all the ones with the largest capacity, for every time you want to increase in strength, you will need countless resources, although this will mitigate that problem slightly, you would still need a lot of time and accumulation."
Dror nodded calmly, "I have a plan grandpa, this is indeed a simplified technique of the true one, I just really don't want to show you because you might be scared to death, we can leak this one so people will be less suspicious in the future, you can say this is a grand training manual you have been researching, and I am the first trial runner." Dror was anxious about what his grandpa would say.
"Show me the real one.", Dror nodded and took out a large scroll and handed it to him. The scroll was unfurled and as more and more was read, his face got more solemn and grim. After the scroll was completely read he muttered something under his breath and then the scroll burst into flames. He turned to Dror and said, "Never, even under the threat of death, reveal what was said in this scroll, or you may not be able to even die." Dror nodded his head like a bobble head.
The old man let out a sigh, "Lets go do your spirit awakening, I've chosen the ocean awakening for you, but I guess I'll change out the low grade mind stones for high grade mind stones." He motioned to Dror to follow him, they walked into an enclosed square room with a pedestal in the middle, dense formations covered the whole room with mind stones inlaid in various positions, the old man turned to Dror, "Go sit cross legged on the pedestal, disrobe first."
Dror got up on top of the pedestal and sat cross legged, the formations were soon activated, but this time not a sound was uttered, vast energy flowed and condensed into his head, The Spirit awakening condenses the mental sea, whatever is condensed, it supposedly represents the person as a whole. The ocean awakening version, has nothing to do with the water attribute, but instead simply increases the capacity and endurance of the mental ocean.
After a period of time a shadow appears above Dror, a deep abyssal black, obsidian scalpel appears, black killing intent suffuses the room, shocking the old man, he mutters a few barrier and sealing spells to prevent any aura from leaking out, his eyes turn complicated as he thinks back to the words said at his adoption... 'This kid was born with a slaughtering aura... it probably corrupted his spirit, he will have a harder time in the future, always having the fight with himself, and stay breathing above the ocean of killing intent... otherwise he will turn into a bloodthirsty demon..."
As the old man ponders sadly, something happens that surprises him, the killing intent recedes into the scalpel, and a black light shines from it, compared to the killing intent and aura of slaughtering, this one has a comfortable feel to it... The old man is stunned, 'Damn, Saving aura! He must have been some kind of saint in his past lives, the killing intent is completely suppressed and controlled.'
Dror calmly opens his eyes and then raises his hand, an ethereal black obsidian scalpel, 'Is this supposed to represent my past lives, where I did both a lot of killing as well as saving.' His eyes flicker as he looks in his sea of memories, the time when he was an Army doctor, when the front line was breached by the enemy, he didn't even hesitate as he grabbed a medical scalpel and ran into the fray cutting enemies necks with it one by one, or in his second life as a researcher when he cut up countless alien corpses and dissected them. The scalpel has always been a tool close at hand in both of his lives, whether he was preforming surgeries to save lives, or using it to take lives.
He sighed and turned to his grandpa of this life, the one who raised and cared for him, "I'm ready, I obtained all the materials to get started, the other two main materials have not been chosen, but they are not required until I reach level 40 and go through the transformation tribulation." The old man seemed slightly dazed, but nodded, he started walking away after removing the barriers, and Dror got ready to start on his path.