Russell paid attention to the answer his teacher had given him, nodding to show that he did understand. Russell furrowed his brows, he found the fact that his body already knew how to make Res frustrating. How was he supposed to start his body off in the creation of Res? Russell had no answers to that one. It was frustrating and him mentally moaning about that wouldn’t help to speed the process up, so he shut the world away at that moment. Not even paying attention to the invasion of his physical space. a deep sort of meditation was needed, he had already tried to have the djed flow out of his body, but simply doing a failure variation of voiding wouldn’t do, nor a screw up of flux. A mixture of the two might provide the answer that he needed, but then again what he tried was already that. Maybe he had the answers right in front of him and couldn’t see the worth of the answer.
Russell being completely unaware of the hypnotism that was being done to him merely concentrated on his djed. He could call it out and try again to create Res, but that would be merely wasting energy at this point, he needed to think about this rather calmly. His head began to pound once more and his body felt as if it was going to burn him from the inside out, it was a rather horrible feeling, and not one that he could get to leave. It had nearly ruined his sleep the night before and bothered him the rest of yesterday. There was something about that feeling that Russell hated, entirely loathed with his entire being. Him being vulnerable and weak, just that thought had him push through the pain once more to draw at his life essence. He would master this process as fast as he could, and then learn to manipulate the elements. The hypnotism helped to boost his already great confidence.
Russell thought about Res once more as he slowly pulled on his djed, a liquid and a gas, it could transform into an element; even having it turn into multiple ones was possible. Now what could make his djed transform into that, rather than having perverting it, Russell thought about the initial product and then the final one, his body would know what to do in between. Russell guided the djed toward his pathways and through to just under his skin, just as he had done so before. Maybe he hadn’t put in enough last time? If djed was going to be in a truly visible form, then there had to be a lot of it right? Well, Russell went with that idea, gaining a boost in his confidence, greater determination and a wave of calmness washed over him.
For a second he envisioned himself producing Res, it was clear; as if he had actually done so, Russell thought about that image, the res that surrounded him. Russell didn’t need to think about anything else, that single thought had given him what he needed. He could produce Res, his body knew how to, he could move his djed through and out of his body, it was something that he had been accustomed to for years. He concentrated on the waters around the boat, it was the easiest to do, the water made a calming sound; a few hours ago Russell could never think of water as something calming. He continued to pool djed underneath the palm of his right hand. It would come out as Res, it had to, nothing else would do, until he could get it in one shot, Russell would continue to pool it there, as if he was using flux. This would hopefully be a short-trip.