Blue Dragon. Kylie Chan

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      ‘Line up,’ Roland said in Cantonese.

      The students lined up side by side, and I moved to the end of the line.

      ‘Ready?’ John said. ‘Go.’

      I didn’t bother with all five points on the students. I just hit each of them with a focused band of chi into the central dan tian, one after the other. I had to stop and gather my chi after the fifth student but I made it to the end of the line. ‘Done.’

      ‘Twelve and a half seconds,’ John said. ‘Pathetic.’

      Roland went up to one of the students and studied him closely. ‘And they’re all completely paralysed?’

      I picked up one of the students, then laid him carefully on his back on the floor. He was completely rigid.

      My mother was astonished. ‘Emma!’

      ‘What?’

      ‘How much can you lift?’ my father said. ‘You picked up that kid like he didn’t weigh anything.’

      I looked down at the student. His eyes were amused but his face was rigid. ‘I have no idea.’

      ‘Oh, good idea,’ John said. ‘Lifting from a distance. Must try that later.’

      ‘PK?’

      ‘What?’ John said, bewildered.

      ‘Later.’

      I reached down and tapped the student’s stomach, undoing the Push. I held my hand out and helped him up off the floor. He stood and saluted, grinning like an idiot.

      ‘Take it easy,’ I said. ‘If you feel dizzy then sit.’

      I went down the line and undid the rest of the students. A couple of them flopped to sit on the floor, but most of them just shook themselves out.

      ‘Dismissed,’ Leo said, and the students carefully saluted us and filed out with huge grins on their faces. The minute they were in the hallway they started loudly discussing in Cantonese what they had just seen.

      Roland turned off the camera and came to me. ‘Do you think you could come in sometimes and teach?’

      ‘Oh, no, Roland,’ I said, exasperated. ‘It’s bad enough teaching at the Academy as it is. No more. You have Leo and Michael, and that should be enough for you.’

      ‘Could you teach me?’ Roland said softly.

      ‘Tell you what, my friend,’ I said, patting him on the shoulder, ‘how about you come over to Wan Chai and learn from the Dark Lord himself? You are welcome to join an occasional class in the Wudang Academy. If you don’t mind being put in with a bunch of young people.’

      ‘Wudang?’ Roland breathed. ‘Wudangshan? Really?’

      ‘Yes. His Mountain,’ I said. ‘We moved it down here. It’s in Wan Chai until we repair the damage.’

      ‘Very good, Emma,’ John said. ‘Anyone got a card?’

      ‘Gamma can call Roland later and organise it,’ I said.

      Roland fell to his knees and saluted me, then John. ‘I can’t tell you what this means to me.’

      ‘Get up off the floor or the deal is off,’ I growled. ‘And if you do that to me again, the deal is off anyway. I’m starving, John. Let’s have something to eat here before we go to the Valley. The demons can wait.’

      John bowed slightly to me. ‘My Lady.’

      I went to my parents. ‘You guys okay?’

      ‘That was amazing, Emma,’ my mother said. ‘You beat both of those huge men with no trouble at all. I was sure you’d get hurt. But you made it look easy. Some of the stuff you did was astonishing.’

      ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘Let’s go and eat. Leo, Michael, want to come with us?’

      ‘Maybe next time,’ Leo said.

      ‘Say hello to Rob for me,’ I said, and Leo grinned.

      ‘I’m meeting somebody,’ Michael said.

      ‘Cynthia?’

      Michael’s grin matched Leo’s. ‘Maybe.’

      ‘Okay, see you guys later.’ I turned to Roland. ‘Want to join us?’

      ‘Yes! Sure!’ Roland said, delighted. ‘But only if you let me buy.’

      John opened his mouth to do the polite Chinese thing of arguing backwards and forwards about who would pay but I was too hungry to mess around. ‘Shut up. Roland can pay. Let’s go.’

      Roland stiffened, then grinned broadly.

      John slapped Roland on the back and guided him out. ‘You see what I have to put up with? Typical barbarian Foreign Devil. Manners of a peasant.’

      ‘At least I’ll get fed some time today,’ I said loudly as I linked my arm in my mother’s and held my hand out for Simone. ‘Come on, guys, let’s go find something to eat.’

      We went to a noodle bar not far from Roland’s building. It was a typical small Hong Kong restaurant, about five metres wide, with a glassed-in area at the front where the noodles were prepared and a small kitchen at the back for the rest of the dishes. It was nearly full; usual lunchtime crowd, mostly people sitting in the booths at the side, but some larger groups at the round tables in the middle.

      A waiter guided us to a large round table that seated six, its plain green laminate top worn through with use. A few menus and cards with daily specials were jammed into a plastic stand next to the bottles of soy and chilli sauce and the big steel chopstick holder.

      The walls on both sides were covered with cracked and tarnished mirrors, an attempt to make the restaurant appear larger. Large sheets of cardboard with specials were stuck to the mirrors, the dishes written vertically in black marker with the prices underneath. The floor was well-worn green mosaic tiles, slippery with oil; the walls were matching pale green bathroom tiles. The ceiling was black with grease and a huge, ancient air conditioner throbbed painfully in the centre.

      The owner of the restaurant greeted Roland in Cantonese, and plonked glasses of black tea in front of each of us.

      ‘Are you sure this place is healthy? It’s awfully . . .’ My mother searched for the right word.

      ‘Don’t worry, you can’t get sick while you’re with him,’ I said, gesturing towards John. ‘Besides, being old and tatty doesn’t mean anything. The food is still good.’

      ‘Old and tatty?’ John said, eyeing me with amusement.

      ‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘But still good.’

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