[Gradually, he eased himself down onto his back, bringing his hands up and over his chest with the palms facing each other so he could work.
Take the sunlight, ball it up, push it out. Take the way it's rising and setting and reverse it.
He really needed to practice more. This was a lot of work for such a stupid, insignificant little thing. But he kept his eyes closed and he focused, and as before, his control slipped just a little when he tried to reverse the sun; the energy stored in his arm crackled and wobbled, stinging along his nerves.
Gradually, though, with slow and painstaking movements, he managed to form a little lopsided blob of energy between his hands, holding it there while it quivered and threatened to burst, trapped like a canary in the cage of his fingers.]
[He watched in silent fascination, wondering if this really was as difficult as it looked. But, Kakyoin reminded himself, he was meticulous in his training and did so as often as he could find time for it. Again, that was just the difference between them.]
[When his work did eventually provide results, Kakyoin flashed an encouraging smile bright enough to rival the sunlight in question.]
That really is impressive, Jojo. Even I can't do that yet.
[Eventually, he just kind of tosses the ball into the air, making it crackle and dissipate almost as soon as it's left his fingers like a harmless little firework in the air.]
I dunno. It's the first thing I did, really, besides the breathing. I don't know how. He just said "do this", and waited.
That doesn't make it any less cool. Most of what I can do is just channeling it through water, not really on its own like that.
[Kakyoin wasn't one to give out baseless praise for its own sake. As much as the technique could be refined and improved upon, he did genuinely find it fascinating and impressive in its own right.]
I'm just saying. I don't think it's the same for everyone, like having to learn an alphabet before you can spell words or something. Maybe it's different for different people.
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[Gradually, he eased himself down onto his back, bringing his hands up and over his chest with the palms facing each other so he could work.
Take the sunlight, ball it up, push it out. Take the way it's rising and setting and reverse it.
He really needed to practice more. This was a lot of work for such a stupid, insignificant little thing. But he kept his eyes closed and he focused, and as before, his control slipped just a little when he tried to reverse the sun; the energy stored in his arm crackled and wobbled, stinging along his nerves.
Gradually, though, with slow and painstaking movements, he managed to form a little lopsided blob of energy between his hands, holding it there while it quivered and threatened to burst, trapped like a canary in the cage of his fingers.]
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[He watched in silent fascination, wondering if this really was as difficult as it looked. But, Kakyoin reminded himself, he was meticulous in his training and did so as often as he could find time for it. Again, that was just the difference between them.]
[When his work did eventually provide results, Kakyoin flashed an encouraging smile bright enough to rival the sunlight in question.]
That really is impressive, Jojo. Even I can't do that yet.
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I dunno. It's the first thing I did, really, besides the breathing. I don't know how. He just said "do this", and waited.
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[Kakyoin wasn't one to give out baseless praise for its own sake. As much as the technique could be refined and improved upon, he did genuinely find it fascinating and impressive in its own right.]
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[He shrugs.]
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['-hereditary', he almost said, but cut himself off with a small, awkward laugh.]
-...something else, I guess.