"We have taken the initiative as promised, now it's your turn to follow up," Rui calmly reminded her.
"We do not intend to go back on our word… The first technique on your list was the Sacred Lotus Blooming Gale, correct?"
"…Yes," Rui sighed.
The names of the Martial Art techniques of the G'ak'arkan Tribe were overly metaphorical and figurative. They offered no insights onto the techniques themselves.
The differences in philosophies of both sides were entirely evident in the way they handled the naming of their techniques. The Kandrian Martial Union and most Martial Artist organizations of a similar nature usually took a more pragmatic approach to name techniques. Techniques usually alluded to their purpose and their capabilities. Although it wasn't as though they were entirely literal themselves, it was also true that they were grounded in reality.
To Rui, Sacred Lotus Blooming Gale was an unnecessarily ostentatious name that accomplished nothing.
A Martial Squire stepped forward from that G'ak'arkan Tribe. Rui recognized her. She was the one that they had seen use the technique that they sought.
Senior Ceeran, in particular, was quite impressed with this technique and wanted to use elements of the technique with that of his own techniques to strengthen them, Rui could sense that he was paying greater attention to her ongoing demonstration.
"Uhm… My technique is a wide area technique, so I cannot demonstrate it here…" She nervously said as she notices Senior Ceeran's intense stare. This was quite a lot for her to bear even if Senior Ceeran was suppressing the pressure that he was exerting since the G'ak'arkan Tribe placed a lot of weight on Martial power when it came to their social hierarchies.
Once she took her place in the distance. She closed her eyes, focusing, as she raised her arms. She inhaled and exhaled in a pattern while her body swayed smoothly yet swiftly in a particular matter. Rocks, stones, and soil rose from the ground slowly as they began swirling in a circle, forming a dome around her.
The intensity of the mini sand storm continued increasing until it reached a peak before suddenly freezing. She breathed in and out rapidly as she continued with her gestures. The sand and rocks flew inward before compressing into a smooth sphere in her hand, that smoothly crumbled into dust that the wind dragged away.
Senior Ceeran's eyes had lit up in excitement at the sight as she continued to demonstrate the manner in which she could apply her technique.
('She is able to maintain a directed and controlled stream of force by reducing the amount of power that she was exerting per second,') Rui noted in interest.
Usually, with long-range techniques, there was a rapid discharge of power in a brief amount of time to create a powerful singular impact or a decently strong barrage of impacts, or forceful streams of attacks. However, what she was doing was reducing it even further where she could exert continuous force over a much longer period of time. She was able to control the angle and locations of force to a much higher and more precise degree while also having a much greater degree of control over how she exerted her force.
('In exchange, her power is lacking compared to long-range techniques, but she makes up with her control and flexibility.') Rui remarked.
It meant that she would be a real menace to deal with in a battle of attrition because she would be able to o on for a long longer than most Martial Artists. In a battle of attrition, she would brutally squeeze her opponent, metaphorically and literally like an anaconda.
It was a particularly clever application of force, and Rui could see why Senior Ceeran would want it. It could help him last much longer in battles of attrition like his latest battle against the leaders of the K'ulnen Tribe. He would be able to apply his force much more efficiently in longer battles.
"Next," Senior K'Mala broke Senior Ceeran out of his reverie.
"I believe your trajectory manipulation is the second on the list of techniques that they desire, Senior Ceeran," Rui offered.
Senior K'Mala directed a cautious look toward the Martial Senior. She had witnessed his power and knew for a fact that if a fight broke out here, she stood no chance of surviving against him, let alone beating him.
Senior Ceeran wordlessly rose to the air. His energy was lethargic, but everyone present grew more tense yet excited. It wasn't every day that they got to witness the power of a Martial Senior being demonstrated for them at close range, without their life being on the line.
Everyone watched with hawk eyes as a dense and opaque breath escaped Senior Ceeran's mouth. It immediately split into several directions as Senior Ceeran harnessed the wind currents that it generated, directing them diagonally downwards as Senior Ceeran skillfully manipulated the trajectories in all kinds of directions. He made sure to demonstrate his ability to alter techniques at all speeds. Even at the highest of speeds of his attack, he could make relatively sharp curves across the air, showing everyone that nobody could juke his attacks even if they tried.
And everyone believed him, of course. They had not forgotten how even the matriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe was not able to cleanly avoid the attacks of Senior Ceeran for more than a short time. If not for the patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe intervening at the right moment, she may very well have died then and there.
The long-range pressure and suppression that Senior Ceeran was able to exert were quite impressive and was clearly why the G'ak'arkan Tribe sought after his techniques. Even if heavily restricted almost all of his power, people could feel how oppressed they would be if they had to fight him even with his highly restricted attacks.
"Incredible," Senior K'Mala's eyes widened as she stared at the power that Senior Ceeran effortlessly demonstrated to all of them without breaking a sweat.
