Spiritual Power and Chakra Training Succeeded; She Would No Longer Be a Burden!

The morning mist by the creek had yet to disperse when Izayoi was already kneeling beneath the old pine tree, eyes closed, palms facing upward on her knees.

Her breathing was slow and even.

Deep within her chest, that faint power flowed gently.

From her chest to her throat, from her throat to the crown of her head, then back from the crown to her chest.

Round and round, again and again.

She had trained like this for three days.

A quarter of an hour every morning and a quarter of an hour every evening, without interruption.

"Not bad."

Chiyo's voice came from nearby.

Izayoi opened her eyes and saw Chiyo leaning against the tree trunk, a book in hand, his crimson eyes watching her.

"Your Spiritual Power is a little stronger than yesterday."

Izayoi's face reddened slightly.

"Lord Chiyo, I... can I really become a Miko?"

"Whether you can or not depends on your own training."

Chiyo turned a page, his voice calm.

"Spiritual Power is merely the foundation. What truly determines a Miko's strength is how she uses it, how she senses evil aura, and... her will."

Izayoi lowered her head and looked at her palms.

There was nothing in them.

Yet she could feel that the power was indeed more active than yesterday.

It was like a newly hatched bird, tentatively fluttering its wings.

"I'll teach you another method."

Chiyo closed the book and walked over to her.

"Concentrate your Spiritual Power in your palm. Don't let it scatter. Hold it like water—grip it, but don't crush it."

Izayoi took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Spiritual Power surged from her chest and flowed down her arms into her palms.

She could feel that power gathering in her palms, warm and soft, like she was holding