At the void deck, the old uncle sat with one leg propped on
the stone stool. He wasn't playing chess nor checkers, and he wasn't eating
winter melon seeds nor sipping kopi out of a plastic bag. He just sat there,
almost motionlessly staring into the distance. I then caught a fleeting glint
in his eyes- then I knew. This was no
mere old uncle that partook in the decadent activities typical of his
generation. No, this was a supreme martial arts expert secretly practicing and
honing his skills in public.
The question was, whether he knew that I knew. I detected no
killing aura on him, but true experts are known to be able to hide their auras.
Then again, perhaps he didn't mind being
discovered, and that this was some sort of game to him.
As I walked past him, he flashed a toothy grin. "Walk
carefully, the ground is slippery." he called out from behind me. Was this a threat? I didn't know. I did the
only thing I could- I walked faster. Stride by stride, I distanced myself from
the void deck, yet I could still an immense pressure from behind me.
A few seconds later, the old uncle flashed past me on his
electric scooter, his few strands of hair flowing majestically against the
wind.
