Not Even Himself
The rippling waves of qi surged around Ryu, his hair fluttering in the air as a delicate sort of force wrapped around his body.
Ryu watched as his vision became clearer and clearer. From just shadows, he could finally see some light, the changes feeling just as shocking to him as the novel blooming sensation in his soul.
Right then, the world shifted again and the shadows and lights disappeared, the entire world becoming like layers of space stacked on top of another. The minor fluctuations in these stacked layers of space became precisely the outline for objects and people.
Ryu blinked several times before the sensation vanished and his vision went back to the blurry layers of shadows and lights it had been before.
He took a breath before looking down at his hand, his hand. He couldn't make out his fingers, but he could at the very least tell that there was a hand there outside the sensation of his proprioception.