Jump, scan, jump, scan, jump, scan.
A game of momentum. Each kick off from the dirt wall was a new direction. If he wanted to go faster, then he needed to loosen up. Let the instincts of the ability flow through him.
Faster, faster, faster. Go faster to sharpen Qi Sense.
His neurons were twisting together with his pathways. The activation time of Qi Sense snapped faster. He could have exchanged raw speed to maintain it automatically. He decided otherwise in the event he had to disable and reenable it. The potential harm with an automatic Qi Sense was too big a margin. Dasha had to plan for every eventuality. He had to understand every inch of what he was doing and how he was doing it. Letting flow to automacy was the sign of strength but not greatness.
