[Kenkuroi Mithania]

The half elf blinked the sleep from his eyes as slowly his vision cleared. For a while he stared at the bare ceiling above, then slowly towards the priest and around the room before getting up, as if trying to discern reality from the dreamworld. There was a very confused, disappointed look on his face, such as one who had just been awoken from the most pleasurable dream only to find out.... its just a dream.

"How do I feel?" Ken muttered, echoing the priest's question.

"I feel like a pile of giant dung worth two cycles! So I'm unbound now? Strange.... I don't feel any difference.... don't feel like I can cast arcana anyhow..... anyway, yeah, continue..." the youth sighed as he gingerly felt around his face and body, as if expecting some changes.

The priest continued his explanation, and this time Ken was listening though it appears the youth was still a little distracted, a little disturbed by his most recent experiences. However, by the time the priest finished his speech, Ken felt an unusual sense of calm and peacefulness invade his mind and body.

Was this some form of arcana?

He felt like asking but somehow just didn't felt like it.

Sitting crossed-legged on the bench, Ken took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and tried to meditate. He recalled having seen his mom do it sometimes, supposely for her continuous mental conditioning as a katana master, but she had never taught him how nor ever explain it properly or nicely. Right now he was simply immitating her, while trying to do as his teacher had instructed.

The calming aura was comfortably soothing. And for a rare moment, Ken didn't feel the need to resort to cigarettes to calm that raising, volatile tension that always seem to creep within him each second without a cig in his mouth. It was clarity, but at the same time, it was such clarity that even his thoughts went crystal clear.....

.... but he wasn't suppose to be thinking was he?

Frowning at that thought, Ken tried to free his mind from any thoughts.

A minute passed by.... two minutes.... three.... four....

How long, he himself didn't know himself, but at last - he broke out of his meditative stance, let out a loud sigh, jabbed a finger at the priest and said, "This is not working! I've to ask you something before I can free my mind! Earlier, I was being urm... unbounded.... and thus I was dreaming. Do unbinding dreams tell me about my future? Are they... real?"