| [Jun. 28th, 2009|12:28 am] |
"Well... they are, now," Rina had to concede. "But look--if it's sick, we're going to make it better!" She pointed out the thin-lined spiderwebbing of kanji that traced over every magnified inch of the chakra-flow diagram. Some characters were in black, matching the chakra-stabilizers and stasis patterns that already sprawled fractal-like across Genma's damaged skin. But more were inked lightly in pale-blue chakra-sensitive ink, piled layer upon layer, often crossing or even overlaying the solid black characters.
"Watch," Rina told him, and her eyes shone. She wove her fingers together into a few quick hand-seals, and pressed them to the edge of the paper.
Ink patterns came to life. At first the drawn seals glinted, then more started to appear. Faded blue transitioned to solid black. Deft threads of chakra controlled the animation of the complex time-flow chart, and annotations written in typewriter-like spring-green text highlighted themselves when the seals they referenced popped into view.
Slowly, steadily, as more seals appeared, the underlying chakra-flow diagram began to change. Fractured and fragmented channels, coaxed and cajoled and sometimes wrenched by cages of powerful chakra-stimulators and suppressors, gradually altered their course. More seals flurried themselves over the thick parchment, appearing faster and faster, and the scenery shifted. Rina's expression spread into a fierce grin.
When the flux of chakra and ink finally came to a halt, it wasn't perfect, by any means. Their knowledge and techniques just weren't quite good enough, despite decades of research. (Though she could fix that, someday!) The chakra flow in the finished diagram was still broken, still angular and inorganic and sick, as Genma had said.
But it was whole. |
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