Murim Recurve Chapter 10
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'She's not clean.' Re'Kha frowned, beginning to eat at a slower pace. Her vision allowed her to perceive the entirety of her surroundings, though blurry. When the maid was motioned by Ju'Tha to leave the room, her eyes darted to the bag once.
Moreover, when near the exit, she stared at the back of Ju'Tha until she moved out of the line of sight. Because of the blurriness of the grey sand world, and the lack of defining lines on the face, Re'Kha was unable to figure out the maid's emotions.
But she knew that something was up, something to make the maid behave as such. The maid ensured to remain prim and proper before Ju'Tha, unwilling to display any errors. But, she seemed to have enough bottled-up emotions to react the moment she was out of her line of sight.
Such an action only meant one thing: her bottled-up emotions had built up to an extent almost overwhelming her sanity.
'But, just based on her actions, Ju'Tha seemed like a proper individual. Maybe the bad blood exists only between the two?' She thought, her frown deepened. She didn't wish to intervene in every conflict of sorts that arose between people, unless it involved her or the people under her. But here, it seemed she had no choice but to be dragged into their conflict.
Re'Kha sensed that whatever the maid planned involved making use of her, or rather her identity to satiate her agenda. Presently, she was vulnerable, blind, and had an injured body. She was susceptible to schemes.
Re'Kha paused eating, closing her eyes as she tried to expand her perception. When she was on the run with the three-headed beast before, the range she could perceive was fairly large. So now, she tried to replicate that feat.
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The moment she did so, the grey sand world expanded. The walls of her room were outlined, but her perception was cut off at that point. She couldn't perceive beyond that point; there was just blank space behind the grey outline of the wall.
But, her perception extended outwards through the room's entrance, spreading out into the corridor. The floor beyond was outlined in her view; the maid standing right next to the door came into the picture; and as it expanded further, it outlined a corridor, the very place behind the wall she tried to perceive before.
'So, the route of my perception extends everywhere air can pass through. But similarly, if I am locked inside a room, I would be unable to perceive beyond its confines.' Re'Kha nodded, realising a bit more of her changes.
She focused on the maid, noticing that she stood at her spot in silence. Her hands rubbed each other, warming herself. At times, she fixed up her attire, pulling her limbs closer to her body. Only then did Re'Kha notice the chill pervading the air, similar to what she experienced before.
But, the thick fur blanket draped over her kept her warm and cosy. Her perception extended further, soon outlining the entire house. But when it tried to extend beyond, it was cut short. Beyond anywhere the roof of the house didn't cover, there didn't exist any grey sand.
The room she was situated in was at the centre, surrounded by a corridor on all four sides. They were further bordered by four rooms, all sharing a common roof, the doors to each fixed in the dead centre. And, through the door of the room in the north, the exit to the house was fixed.
It was a traditional housing structure the Ju Clan used in their settlements. As for the main Clan area, it followed a different construction scheme. Currently in the house, there was only Re'Kha and the maid.
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After observing her surroundings for a while, Re'Kha judged that it was the right time to go through the bag's contents. To prepare against any schemes she might be pulled into, she needed some guarantee in strength.
Because of the changes in her body, she was unable to use her previous strength. So, she had to first understand the changes before preparing accordingly. Re'Kha finished eating the food, calling for the maid.
Upon her summon, the maid immediately entered the room. Re'Kha noticed her eyes dart to the bag on the table, making a mental note of its position and placement. She then took the plate from Re'Kha and handed her some drinking water.
Re'Kha mentally scoffed as she drank the water, saying after drinking two mouthfuls, "Thank you, I'll sit for some time and sleep when I feel tired. The air is chilly, get some rest. If I need anything, I'll call you."
"Then, I'll be waiting for your summons." The maid made a curt bow and exited the room. She headed to the room on the west and cleaned the plate before returning to her position. Along the way, she grabbed one of her blankets and draped it over her shoulder, shielding herself from the cold.
There was a stool nearby that she used to sit upon after placing it next to the door. She then stealthily peeked inside, noticing Re'Kha sit in the same position as before, doing nothing. The maid gave a couple of confused looks before retracting her head. She closed her eyes and tried to rest.
Having noticed all her actions, Re'Kha slowly inched her hand towards the bag, silently lifting it over without alerting the maid. She looked at it through her perception. Only its outline was visible, a solid grey outline with blurry edges.
She slowly craned her legs upward, scrunching her brows at the pain, keeping her actions as slow and silent as possible. She created a spot shielded from the direct line of sight of anyone that entered through the door. In that spot, she kept the bag, untying its knot.
She placed her palm on its top, generating blue radiance in the gaps between her fingers, sensing the bag absorb it. In her perception, the grey sand around her hand was rapidly pushed away, creating a space of blankness when she generated the radiance.
'So, I can only perceive the stuff related to air.' Re'Kha watched the bag absorb her radiance, sensing it also pull something else from within her, something that felt familiar but foreign at the same time. Once it absorbed enough energy, the bag opened.
Immediately, her perception expanded through the gap, allowing her to see the objects within.
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