A Dragon's Admiration

Kenichi took a moment to ponder on what type of skill he wished to inherit from Hvit. His conundrum was akin to a man within a buffet who could only chose one food to eat rather than all the other delectable options. It was difficult to choose just one but after some heavy contemplation, Kenichi had finally settled on a decision. His will was firm, his resolve mighty. Of all the skills he felt would suit him well, manifesting a Tulpa seemed like an offer far too good to pass up. His choice had been decided. Turning to Hvit, he would humbly bow before the woman, honored to be learning such a heralded technique.

"Of all the techniques and fighting styles utilized, I think I would be eager to learn Tulpa. The ability to manifest a creation of the mind coupled with my martial prowess would make me even more formidable than I am now," he'd remark with a playful grin.

Kenichi would sheepishly chuckle at Hvit's comment about his obsession with Ulv. Indeed, she was correct in the assumption that he desired to replicate or emulate the myriad of fighting styles the woman held in her repertoire, a firm believer of the school of thought that posited the notion that "Imitation was a form of flattery".

Still, of all the techniques that stood out to him, he felt learning the principles behind forming one's Tulpa was a thought he had entertained ever since he crossed paths with the auburn-haired woman who became the centerpiece of his motivation.

He would quietly walk over to Hvit and sit beside her, admiring her otherworldly appearance for but a small moment before he took a deep breath and slowly but surely, released any forms of distraction in his mind, even if the image of seeing the Bear Queen in nothing but a gossamer gown was burned into his memory. It was time for him to reflect on his life and peer into what stood out as his innermost memory, his deepest reflection on life that has followed him his entire life.

Slowly but surely, with each breath he used to pace himself, to reflect on his deepest memory. As Hvit stated, there was no repeat performances here. One thought, one manifestation. He went through countless memories, yet none stood out more than his overwhelming adoration for the love of martial arts. He viewed the first time he took his first stance, executed his first technique, and successfully striking his first target with success.

He viewed martial arts as the most ideal test of one's spirit, of their will, of their discipline, their commitment to reaching a level of supremacy - yet not without maintaining a sense of honor even when they reached their ultimate pinnacle in life.

The finer beauty came when they reached the pinnacle - the proverbial top of the mountain - and grew old in age, they passed that style and form on it took them so many years to cultivate so that a new generation could experience it's grand nature.

To him, there was a sacred---abstract even---honor to be a martial artist. Thus, he set upon the realization. The day he started his martial arts training was the crux of everything he had ever done since then, of how he had come across so many fine warriors, and even the auburn-haired woman who had captured his heart.


That was his deepest memory. That was his most cherished memory. One that would never leave him even in old age.

Nodding his assent in reply to Hvit's words, Kenichi would maintain his posture as he remained poised on the ground, surrendering all form of motion and action to focusing on his mindscape. He had ascertained the origin of his deepest memory, yet the process was far from complete. The relentless dragon had to peer ever further into the depths of his mind.

True focus, unhindered by any form of extraneous thoughts. Unwavering determination. Assuming such a meditative state had slowly separated his mind from the outside world. He was walking through his mindscape. To be certain, what greeted his eyes first was naught but a blank canvas and yet with each breath, each measure of focus, he slowly but surely elevated himself to the infinite plain of his mind, where no one else stood but him.

His mindscape. The center of his thoughts. It was here where he would plant that seed show spoke of, that he might manifest the his innermost memory and give life to it in physical form. His journey was not complete however. He had to let his memory take root here.

He was so close. The moment was near and part of him struggled to contain his excitement, yet a soft exhalation would allow him to settle once more as he walked through the plains of his mindscape, stepping towards it's center as he sat with the memory forming in his hand - the origin point from which all of his life's finest dreams and the mightiest battles had originated from. The moment he raised his fist, the moment he performed his first stance, his first technique. This was his world tree. His masterpiece. A wellspring.

He was almost there. All that was required of him now was to complete this process and see it through to the end.

He was so close. The moment was near and part of him struggled to contain his excitement, yet a soft exhalation would allow him to settle once more as he walked through the plains of his mindscape, stepping towards it's center as he sat with the memory forming in his hand - the origin point from which all of his life's finest dreams and the mightiest battles had originated from. The moment he raised his fist, the moment he performed his first stance, his first technique. This was his world tree. His masterpiece. A wellspring.

He was almost there. All that was required of him now was to complete this process and see it through to the end. Thus, he planted the tree within the center of his mindscape and from its depths, countless individuals formed within his mind - facets of his willpower gazing back at him with curious eyes. One stood out to him in particular. It was a woman, standing at a height similar to his own. Long brown hair wrapped between two hair ornaments and a pair of amber eyes. A confident smile. A fierce nature. Confidence so enchanting he lose himself within her presence for an eternity.

Within the outside world, if only for a few moments, if even a minute, an odd occurrence took place where Kenichi's appearance transmuted and temporarily resembled the image of the woman in his mind. Opening those eyes, uncertain as to whether he had produced a tulpa to begin with before gazing over in Hvit's general direction.

"I... don't think it worked."

Kenichi could only take Hvit for her word. The form he had assumed didn't last long enough to gain a proper reaction nor come to any true conclusion on whether he formed a Tulpa to begin with. According to her words, the Tulpa he had manifested was a Type B.

One that manipulated the appearance rather than forming a physical construct. Repeated practice and mastering his mental state and tapping into the supernatural realm would likely reward him with answers to the curiosities that gnawed at his mind. A sheepish smile would form in his countenance as he kowtowed and rubbed the back of his head.

For what it was worth, he certainly didn't regret the decision he made. That was far from his ideal way of doing anything. Perhaps he had formed the woman in his mind so quick that he didn't see her... oh wait. Tulpa Type B. Appearance change... Ah! For but a moment, was Kenichi that woman!?

Humorously turning to Hvit to hold onto her hands with stars in his eyes, Kenichi could not help but to sate his curiosity. What a curious turn of events, truly!

"Lady Hvit... you said it worked, no? Does that mean for but a moment I was the woman I found among all those facets of willpower in my mind? Shocking, but not unwelcomed!" He'd chuckle like a kid who had stepped into a candy shop and received his favorite treats.