Where The Spiritual Water Flows [Private]

Despite being well versed in Quincy lore Superia lacked physical strength. As someone who preferred books, never leaving the comfort of her humble abode, she rarely got out. Sure personal weapon and spiritual skills were top notch she lacked physical strength and stamina. A philosopher and scientist wasn't concerned with their strength however, contrary to the belief of those who knew her, Superia enjoyed nature. But there was a difference between walking around the small forest surrounding the family estate and walking up a mountain known for dangerous animals. Based off local news reports several animals grew larger than their breed allowed, strong enough where a simple shotgun wasn't enough.

Superia had known reishi concentrations were more abundant in nature. Despite taking residence outside the residential area, near a forest, she hadn't detected any abnormal reishi deposets. While Superia understood her detection skills with reishi analyzation were grand, and though she'd yet to previously travel far into the forest before, reishi concentrations attached onto her lugs. Yes, something was amiss here although the land could simply be highly spiritual. For years the local martial arts temple considered the mountain sacred, not wanting anyone inside their domain however she still proceeded but with caution. She wasn't going to let herself be caught off guard so easily.

The Alchemist continued walking uphill while struggling to maintain herself. Mental tasks were far easier than manual ones. But with Soupy’s brain being her greatest asset she used Heat so to occasionally cool herself off when getting warmer than what she preferred. Keeping Heat active for long periods of time would drain her reserves although she modified the power output where it didn’t. However, even then she would eventually reach a bad point. At least she could keep herself at a comfortable temp.

Though that didn’t solve her issue with carrying the weighted bag. Hands firmly gripped straps keeping them stable. They bore into shoulders although Blut Arterie’s physical defense kept her from feeling to much pain. Sweat still poured from her brw, despite being cool. She struggled to keep herself moving as she tripped and fell onto her stomach, unable to activate Grip in time. Thankfully she shifted herself in time to only fall onto her left shoulder although she did hurt it. That wasn’t good. Wincing in pain Soupy tried rubbing some of the pain out.

The problem with that was it hurt just touching but so did nt touching. Small fingers dug int pressure points, trying to find them but she struck them wrongly and only ended up causing herself more pain. It sucked, she thought to herself, but she tried to manage. Soupy sat dwn, back against tree but dared not remove the bag. She worried if she did that would be no getting it back up. Shaking her head, Soupy tended to the arm by using Grip to pull back her left sleeve, and then using Grip to pull out a cloth bandage roll as well bengay.

By hand soupy rubbed the bengay over one side of the bandage. She wasn’t really sure how much she needed, but putting bengay on one side would rub against, and into, her skin to releave some pain. Carefully, she wrapped the bandage starting at above her elbow, then slowly began wrapping it around her arm; Using only half the bandage to cover the previous rotation up to her shoulder. The wrap wasn’t fantastic, but Soupy wasn’t stupid. Just because she wasn’t medically skilled didn’t mean Soupy didn’t know how to improvise and use things some people didn’t consider. Maybe making a healing type bandage would be useful, but that was something for later.

For now, Soupy continued her hike now uphill. The rocky terrain was difficult s she had to keep her balance. Shifting her body in several different ways so to avoid falling over. The problem here, this backpack completely threw off Soupy’s center of gravity. She didn’t gripe nor complain, only thinking of the best method to solve her delima. While using Grip she could easily carry the thing to float beside this whole trip, Soupy did need to work on her physical strength. These were just the simple struggles of someone like her, best to use the brain where she lacked to aid her in her problems.

She thought and calculated, tried to get a modest positioning on her stance while she walked. Using the knees were important here but she was using her back for most of the trip, which explained the problem she had. Eventually Soupy’s adjustments to her stance and walk got to where she instinctively placed more weight on he knees. It felt weird but relieved some strain. The knees, so important. Bah, she could spit at herself for being so stupid, but now her thighs and behind muscles were tensing up more. They weren’t use to this kind of strain. Well, at least none of this would be for naught. The end would justify her pain.