We were stood in silence, it should have been serene but after my, rather tactful questioning, the Master was a bit distraught, and I assumed it was his age. My reasoning, Orbonis' age was ludicrous and he looked young, no more than thirty-five (35), yet, I couldn't believe the actual number. So, I assumed the clearly old man was around a thousand years of age (1,000) or so, and moved on. He'd finally look at me, and though I didn't feel contempt, or see it, I wasn't ruling it out.
"…Alright… the final technique is 'Mon'… denoted with the second and seventh letters of the language, it means, roughly, 'to kill space.' It has another name, which I suppose is quite a bit simpler, 'Bridging'. It is a way of maximizing one's movements, though, while the dangers of the other two techniques are easily discernable, this one is a bit more complex, especially for those that don't use magic." His eyebrow twitched as he slung up half his face for a smile, teeth gnashing. "Any questions…?"
