A Minor Injury.
19: Meridians Severed?
A Minor Injury.
Just as Yang was still deep in thought, Chun-Li rose to her feet and said, “I’ll go fetch Grandpa Gen and Father.
You first…
uh…” As she was about to go call for her elders, Chun-Li suddenly recalled that the current situation was a little unusual.
At once, she looked at Yang somewhat helplessly and said, “You first…
rein it in a bit…
down there.” Chun-Li turned her head aside and pointed at the bulging tent.
Earlier, she had only noticed that Yang had awoken, paying no attention to anything else.
Now that she’d come back to her senses, even Chun-Li felt a wave of embarrassment.
This sworn little brother of hers…
even if it could be chalked up to puberty, in terms of both scale and frequency…
it was all a bit too vigorous and full of life.
“Oh, oh, sure.” Yang nodded, not really paying it much mind.
In the past, a single punch down there would have just about done the trick.
But considering that he had only just recovered, with a faint sense of blockage and congestion still lingering throughout his body, Yang didn’t act so recklessly, and let his little brother off the hook for now.
And as Chun-Li departed, Yang calmed his mind and began to carefully feel out his current condition.
Not good at all.
In fact, downright terrible.
His left arm was wrapped in a thick cast, faintly giving off the scent of medicinal herbs.
This had to be old man Gen’s handiwork, didn’t it?
After all, that old fellow’s medical attainments were indeed quite impressive.
If Yang remembered correctly, in the Street Fighter setting materials, aside from assassination, Gen’s specialty was traditional Chinese medicine.
When Yang had first been scavenged half-dead by Gen three years ago, he’d been so emaciated you couldn’t have squeezed two ounces of fat off him, bones included.
The reason his body’s vitality had recovered so quickly—aside from the miraculous life energy—owed no small part to Gen’s careful regimen.
Thinking this, after a brief silence Yang began to examine his own body.
Before long, he discovered a faint, indistinct mark on the back of his right hand—a Sun Crest.
Yang remembered this thing.
In Street Fighter 6, it was Ingrid’s special resource, accumulated by using special inputs during battle, much like Jamie’s drinks, Honda’s sunbathing, or Juri Han’s foot fungus.
In the games, such special resources were usually used to enhance the performance of a character’s moves.
But in reality…
Feeling out the Sun Crest on the back of his hand, Yang didn’t sense much of anything.
After a moment’s thought, he turned his gaze toward the window at his side.
A few strands of slanting sunlight streamed in from outside, falling on the blanket to form an intermittent lattice of light.
Reaching out into the sunlight, Yang immediately felt a faint, threadlike stream of strength surging into his body.
This strength wasn’t enough to let Yang grow infinitely stronger just by basking in the sun like Superman, but he could feel that, nourished by it, his body’s recovery speed had clearly quickened by quite a lot.
It really was a rather practical gift.
But compared to this gift…
Yang quickly sensed that something was slightly off.
It seemed…
he could no longer feel his ‘qi’?
Just as Yang was still pondering, the door to the side opened and closed with a sound, and then Chun-Li pushed her way in with Gen and Dorai.
Looking at Yang, Dorai abruptly relaxed a great deal and remarked with feeling, “When Chun-Li told me you’d woken up, I could hardly believe it, because even the doctors said your body was severely overdrawn.
I never imagined you’d come to after only two days.” “Sorry to have worried you, Uncle.” Saying this, Yang paused, then looked at his left arm and body that Sagat had directly broken before, and asked: “Come to think of it, I feel like something’s a little off with my body?
It’s like…
I can’t feel my qi anymore?” Hearing Yang’s words, Dorai, who had just begun to relax, instantly tensed up nervously again, and even Chun-Li’s gaze beside him became especially anxious.
Kikoken, Kikoken—what one cultivated was the circulation of qi.
For Chun-Li and Dorai, they knew all too well how important vital energy was to an old-school cultivator like Yang.
“Ah, that.” Hearing this, Gen calmly said, “Your meridians are severed right now, so it’s perfectly normal that you can’t feel the flow of qi.” Chun-Li and Dorai were even more dumbstruck on the spot.
By contrast, there wasn’t the slightest concern on Yang’s face.
Instead, after feeling it out for a moment, he said thoughtfully: “Is it because of the life energy burning?” “More or less~” From the side came Gen’s voice, one that never minded making a bigger spectacle of things.
Though he was already past seventy, Gen gave off an even livelier impression.
In Yang’s impression, the Gen of three years ago had still been the traditional, cold-faced assassin.
Ever since meeting Akuma and washing his hands of the assassination world, Gen had grown increasingly unconventional and devil-may-care, his once-stiff facial muscles becoming remarkably nimble and supple.
Meeting everyone’s gazes, Gen unhurriedly said: “When you fought Sagat and burned your life energy, although you erupted with greater power, the overly surging qi also burst through your original meridians.
It’s like forcibly screwing a 20mm bolt into a 5mm nut—even if you can cram it in, the nut ends up scrapped afterward.” Saying this, Gen stroked the stubble on his chin and said: “If it were an ordinary person, it might take a fair bit of effort to fully heal?
But if it’s you…
mm, because of that special energy called life energy, you’ll probably just need to rest a month or two to let them slowly recover?” Hearing this, Dorai and Chun-Li beside him finally relaxed with a jolt.
Then Dorai said helplessly: “You old fellow…
the older you get, the less serious you are.
You should’ve said something this important sooner—I could barely breathe just now.” “Exactly, exactly!” Chun-Li nodded in agreement.
“Grandpa Gen is too wicked!
You should’ve said something like this sooner!” “Heh heh~” Gen didn’t care in the slightest, only chuckling away, clearly relishing the emotional rollercoaster he’d just put Dorai and Chun-Li through.
Although he couldn’t feel qi, Yang could still sense the life energy.
And through the wandering of the life energy within his body, after a moment Yang nodded thoughtfully and said: “If that’s the case, then once the meridians finish healing, they’ll be able to carry even more qi, right?
Because all the meridians in my body have already been widened once during the life eruption.” “In theory, yes.” Gen nodded, acknowledging Yang’s statement.
“But during the time your meridians are healing, you’ll just have to switch to another method of cultivation…
mm, the only person who could improve his inner breath cultivation through this kind of method is probably just you.” Saying this, a trace of emotion surfaced on Gen’s face.
There are many geniuses, and throughout history there have been no shortage of geniuses able to break down and rebuild themselves.
But to heal naturally without relying on the external aid of heavenly treasures even with severed meridians, and to be able to greatly expand the width of those meridians after healing, allowing inner breath and vital energy to circulate to an even greater degree…
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