Michael was drawn to the flipping book, the sounds of pages fluttering filled his ears. After a few breaths it began to slow down, before gently coming to a halt.
The pages were shining with splendor for a moment, not allowing Michael to see the contents. Shielding his eyes from the resplendent light, he gulped in anticipation. Eventually the light died down, revealing a page with beautiful writing.
"Fist technique…" Michael said out loud. This was not a classification of the type of technique, this was the name. He suddenly felt underwhelmed, considering the current circumstances of being dragged into this place, he expected something more.
"Just what is this naming sense?" he complained bitterly. First it was the "Qi Technique" now he had found the "Fist Technique" within the same book.
