An Insight to the mind, What Senkou did with his three days, Part Two (PRIVATE)

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Senkou, once again found himself with in his apartment, alone. He had plans to full fill. He WAS going to kill flash, there was no doubt about that. And he needed to ensure his spot as the new leader. For this to take root, he would need a few ways to make sure his plans went into action as planned. As they would all be spread out across the world quite frequently, he would need a way to communicate with them to deliver his orders and to obtain progress checks. Having to continuously go back and forth, well he would then be forced to stay put so that the others could find him. That simply would not do. A leader should always be working along side their men, if not, in another place, doing something of equal, if not greater, importance and – or danger.

The first part of his plan to get around the distance factors had already been completely. In a pouch by his window lay 9 different colored rocks, more like pebbles. These had been infused with his chakra and would be used to alert him should he be needed, and he would no by who based on the color that the tenth rock, which was normally clear, shined with. This rock lay with in his pocket and would probably never leave his side ever.

Walking over to his closet, Senkou retrieved one of his mats and drug it out into the open, letting it unfold itself so that it could be used for what was to follow. Only yesterday he had created a brand new technique. A deep meditation which was unparalleled. He planned to use this meditative state he had achieved by branching off that and creating many more techniques. Some of them would be only supplementary, but all would be beneficial and serve great purpose. Being in such a deep state, one became virtually one with the world around them, and so gained great access to a whole new world of possible techniques and abilities.

Senkou sat upon the center of the mat in a cross legged position, as was traditional of meditation. He lay his arms slack across his thighs, and allowed his hands to droop off the ends f the knees, letting his wrist run slack and his hands to hang loosely. He began to breathe with great precision, in through his nose, and exhaling through his mouth so slowly that his mouth had to be barely open at all to allow the air to pass. In fact, his breathing was so slow and controlled, you would not even be able to tell he was breathing, nor that there was any kind of gap in his lips what so ever.

Slowly his eyes began to get heavy and the lids began to slip shut, allowing him to fall deeper into the calm. This whole process was about letting go of the comfort of the physical realm, and losing yourself to the mental and spiritual side. One would forget that the physical even existed, it was a whole new world from a new perspective, and it was a feeling that could not be held onto. It was only possible to claim it in the moment, through the process of meditation, and Senkou had gone deeper than any man before him.

Finally his inner eye opened up, and he could see everything, though his eyes remained shut. It was like he was a ghost above himself, even though his site centered around the position he was already in. He had to take that back. He could not see everything, but he could see in all directions around him until an object of sorts blocked his path of sight. And so it was time to begin. He figured this was relatively simple. It was just an extension of something already learned.

He projected himself to the outside, through his window, visualizing himself just beyond the confines of his house. At first, nothing, then slowly, he began to see a fog, clouding all of his vision, erasing the room from his view. He almost turned back, fearing he had gone down a wrong road here, but then the fog began to clear. As it did, he saw he was not looking at his living quarters anymore, but instead, he was on a balcony high above most of the Rain Village, just outside his room. Looking down at himself, he saw he was a mere transference of himself. This was a physical representation, and it shimmered with lights of all sorts, a rainbow of mental energies. The site pleased him and he was satisfied. He had been successful, on the first attempt. It seemed that the hardest part of what he had been attempting was the starting ground, achieving his great meditative ability. It had taken him 28 years or so of pure dedication to get this far, and now a whole new world had opened up.