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Meanwhile another group of people came up and greeted him. They started to tell him about their problems.
âThere you are!â A thought flashed across my mind. âIs it possible that he knew about all my thoughts, doubts, and torments?! Then if he knew, maybe thatâs normal, maybe thatâs the way it should be? And if he said well done, it means that not all is lost yet.â Nevertheless, the words of Sensei affected me like an elixir of youth given to an old woman. I rushed to the changing room, having forgotten that very recently I hobbled all broken and tired through this life.
âWhere are you rushing to?â Tatyana asked puzzled, looking at my wild speed of putting on my kimono. âI canât believe my eyes, just recently you were dying, and now you are rushing headlong into the sports hall.â
âAh, Tatyana,â I smiled. âAndrew was right when he said that we shouldnât worry too much.â
Looking at the surprised expression on her face, I added, âIâm in a hurry to live, so that âI wonât later regret the senseless years of my lifeâŠââ
Tatyana laughed, and I ran into the sports hall full of overflowing energy and joined the other guys who were warming up. To tell the truth, I myself didnât expect such activity from my almost dying body. Where did it come from?
Five minutes before the beginning, Eugene, who was warming up next to Stas, looked in through the door and shone in the rays of his blinding Hollywood smile.
âWhat good luck! I see a familiar face.â Eugene moved his hands apart.
A sturdy built guy, not too tall, with a strong-willed face and military bearing, entered the sports hall. The amazed exclamation of Eugene made others look around. Sensei and the senior guys came up to the newcomer:
âHi, Volodya!â
âWelcome back!â
âWeâre glad to see you!â
When the delighted participants calmed down a little, Sensei asked, âSo, how was your trip to the south? Did you warm your bones thoroughly at the resort?â
âAha, I have even burnt myself. I wouldnât wish such a trip on anyone. As they say, if you have nothing to worry about, your command will help you with it.â
âWhatâs going on down there?â Eugene asked.
âWhat, donât you watch television, country boy?â Stas said with a smile.
âWhat? What? What is a âtilivisionâ? You should know that news is spread in our village only through rumors. And if somebody doesnât understand it, one fist punch in the ear, and the heads of brothers get clear. Thatâs it!â
The guys laughed. Eugene transformed into the role of priest and addressed Volodya, âConfess, my son, confess in detail, about your overseas sufferings and about the sorrowful deeds of hell. Relieve your soul!â
âWell, Eugene! Even the grave probably wonât change you,â remarked Volodya, laughing with everybody. He added more seriously, âWhat can I say, people are getting mad there, they canât share even a piece of earth⊠They ruined such a resort!â
âThey know well how to make a tempest in a teacup,â Victor agreed. âThey learn it from birth.â
âYes,â Eugene drawled, âthey couldnât avoid the bloody front, unfortunately. I suppose you also chattered your teeth with fear?â
âWe are used to it, holy father. Itâs not my first time,â Volodya comically mimicked him.
âAll right, guys, weâll have enough time to talk.â Sensei stopped this funny exchange of impressions. âGo change. Itâs already time to start the training.â
The warm-up went by at an active tempo with moderate exercise stress. I noticed that Volodya, despite being a stocky guy, moved softly and easily, like a snow leopard. When the main crowd finished repeating the basics, Volodya and the âspeedyâ guys started emotionally discussing something with Sensei. Having finished our exercises, we also hurried to join them, trying to grasp the subject of the conversation.
âWas it possible to undertake something over there?â Volodya argued hotly. âWe had to work mostly at night, in complete darkness, and often in cellars. There you canât light a flashlight or even a cigarette or you would instantly get a lead bullet. So many of our guys died because of that! The only thing you try to do under such circumstances is to fire back at every sound in the darkness.â
âBut you are supposed to have special equipment for night vision,â said Stas.
âAha, they only show that in movies. But in reality, maybe they have it in anti-terrorist units⊠but where can we get it from?â
âWhy do you need special equipment?â Sensei asked, shrugging his shoulders. âThe human is a lot more perfect than any piece of iron.â
Volodya reflected and remained silent for a little while before adding, âWell, I think I tried it all. I tried to narrow my eyes, so my vision would adapt faster. We tried to train in the darkness in order to improve the perception of sounds. But all in vain. Still, in most cases we were caught by surprise despite the fact that we seemed to be ready.â
âVision and hearing here are absolutely irrelevant,â ascertained Sensei. âHumans have a completely different level of perception, thanks to which you can control your surrounding space at a desirable distance around you.â
Volodya briskly glanced at Sensei and said, âSensei, show me.â He placed his palm against his heart and added with a smile, âMy soul missed your examples so much.â
Sensei smiled ironically, waving his hand as a sign of agreement, âAll right, kamikaze, come onâŠâ
Volodya and the guys developed a whole plan for how to disorient Sensei. Meanwhile the crowd got excited about the unusual demonstration. Someone brought a thick scarf to blindfold Senseiâs eyes, checking its light impermeability. Others discussed how to create more noise and vibration in the air. Our company observed that process with interest, standing next to Stas.
âWho is this Volodya?â Andrew asked.
âVolodya? He is a friend of Senseiâs. One of his old disciples,â Stas replied.
âAnd how long has he been training with Sensei?â
âWell, Iâve already been training for five years. When I met Sensei, Volodya had just come back from the army. Actually, he had trained with him even before the army.â
âHe is a serious man, athletic,â remarked Andrew.
âWell, I would think so. Volodya is a master of sambo, served in the marines and in the intelligence service. And after that, in the Ministry for Internal Affairs.â
âWhere does he work now?â I asked.
âRight now, he trains a newly created special force,â Stas explained. He added, âA fine fellow indeed!â
Our entire group, under the supervision of Volodya, sat on the sides of the sports hall, forming a circle. Sensei walked into the center. Volodya blindfolded his eyes with a scarf, thoroughly closing every possible chink. After this preparation, he disappeared into the crowd. Meanwhile Sensei took an odd stance. He looked like a tired pilgrim who took a rest for a while leaning over an imaginary staff.
âWow!â Eugene exclaimed with admiration, rubbing his hands in anticipation of something special. âShortly weâll see something very interesting.â
âThatâs for sure,â confirmed Stas, carefully looking at Sensei.
âWhat kind of a stance is that?â Andrew inquired.
âIf I understood correctly, this is from the style of the âOld Lamaâ,â Stas answered quietly.
âI have never heard of such a style before.â
âHmm, and probably youâll never hear of it. It is an ancient, dead style. As Sensei says, it was forgotten even before the birth of Christ. Today there is left only a poor remnant of this school. In China it is known as the style of the âDragonâ.â
âNot bad for a poor remnant,â Andrew was astonished. âAs far as I know, the style of the âDragonâ is the most powerful style, as it absorbed the wisdom and power of all of the martial arts schoolsâŠâ
Looking once again at Sensei he added, âHow do you know about this ancient style?â
âI had an opportunity to learn about it two years ago. Some tourists came to us. So Sensei, as a polite host, regaled them with the style of the âOld Lamaâ. That was quite a show, I tell you, we couldnât tear ourselves away from it!â
After such an advertisement, we stared at Sensei in order not to miss something thrilling. Meanwhile, Volodya gave the signal, and our entire crowd started to make an unimaginable noise, chaotically clapping our hands and stamping our feet.
Making use of this cover, Volodya started to come near Sensei, going around him clockwise. His movements were soft and light. He stepped like a panther before the jump, getting closer and closer to the enemy. When Volodya neared Senseiâs right side, with a quick, light under-step, he started to execute a strike of mavashi-geri in the head. Practically simultaneously, Sensei moved his right leg behind and, rotating his right hand into an arch, slightly touched Volodyaâs face with the edge of his palm. Sensei just touched him, like a light feather, and didnât hit like I expected him to. Judging by what we had seen, it wasnât an accident or a miss. All movements were executed by Sensei with ease, smoothly and with special accuracy. Volodya reacted to this light touch as if he had been hit by a cannon-ball. His legs sharply flung up, and he was catapulted backward, crashing down with force against the floor. Everybody in the sports hall was completely silent. Volodya moved, sitting up on the floor. People exhaled and buzzed, like a beehive, discussing what had just happened.
âHow did he manage to fall down?â Kostya asked Andrew with curiosity, but he shrugged his shoulders.
âMaybe he just lost his balance. He was standing on one foot. Probably so, because it seemed like the strike was very light. And you canât even call it a strike.â
Sensei, shedding the scarf, asked Volodya, âAre you alive, masochist?â
âAlive,â Volodya drawled, holding his right eye. âI donât understand, where did I make a mistake?â
âYour mistake is that you tried to get me from what you thought was my most unprotected side, in other words, from the most vulnerable point.â
âOf course!â
âThatâs why you got into trouble! If you had attacked me from the front, you wouldâve had more of a chance than attacking from behind or the right side. Had you attacked from behind left, you wouldâve been hurt even more.â
âBut why?â
âBecause you think like a human, possessing vision and hearing. How many times did I tell you, you must take into consideration your opponentâs way of thinking. Since I see and hear nothing, you could logically assume that my mind is controlling the worst protected places a lot better and stronger.â
âAnd how about the front?â
âIn front of me, there is weaker control because the body is already prepared for attack. A human, without natural perception, is more physically ready for the fight in front of him and spiritually from behind, and thatâs a lot more dangerous. It means that the more vulnerable the side of the opponent seems to be, the more it is protected and, correspondingly, the counterattack can be more unpredictable.â
âAnd what if I had had a gun?â
âIf you had had a gun, we would have greater use for you tomorrow.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âExactly what Iâve just said. We would have eaten soul cakes.â
Volodya smiled in reply to Senseiâs black humor.
âWell, no need to, I will better bring cakes to you myselfâŠâ
When Volodya took his hand away from his face, we were taken aback a little. A big bruise has swollen under his eye. The skin around his eye became dark blue and was covered with
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