Master Crafter
Our packs were full of cores and skins as we climbed down the last mountain before the Dokkalfar stronghold. We were growing in terms of qi techniques and experience which was fortunate because the journey had become more dangerous. There was no wonder traders and their wagons went missing; it would be an impossible for them to cross the plains let alone the mountain pass.
On the plains Gisael worked on her speed technique and in the mountains we worked on her strength. She was talented, determined and she benefited greatly from our time together. With my qi sight I was able to give her feedback which helped her improve in leaps and bounds.
"Good," I said and touched a muscle on her back. "You use all your back muscles even these little ones above your fine ass. We call them obliques in the old world."
"Is qi not there?" she asked.
"No, its not, but you're covering everything else on your back." I pointed. "We're almost here."