Reincarnated as an Energy with a System Chapter 1632: Tima's Echo



"So you can't help ?" the captain asked, the look of sadness on his face getting grimr as he realized that his one hope to talk to his daughter wouldn't be complete.

Ning nodded. "You will have to talk to a Channeler when you find the chance to," he said. "I can only tell you what your daughter wants."

"I see," the Captain said. "So you can't do anything else?"

"No," Ning replied but paused for a second. "Actually..."

"What?" the man asked, seeing that Ning was trying to say sothing.

"There is sothing I should be able to do," he said. "Sothing I am supposed to be able to do, but haven't tried it yet. That won't help communicate with your daughter, but... maybe it can help you understand her better.

The captain looked at him with a serious look on his face. "What is it that you can do?" he asked.

"Let just do it," he said and reached for the man's shoulders.

The Captain grabbed Ning's hands right before they touched him and gave a glare in return. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.

"Ah! Pardon , but I must touch your daughter to do this next thing," Ning said.

"Do what exactly?" the captain asked, practically demanding an answer.

"To take a peek into your daughter's mories," he said.

The captain remained stunned for a mont. "What?" he asked.

"To look into your daughter's mories," Ning repeated. "If I touch her, I can gain so insight into her situation, and see why she is still around."

The Captain's hands waved and he slowly let go of Ning's wrist. Ning waited for a mont and continued, reaching the spirit of the little girl who hugged her daddy's neck.

There were two skills available for each of the 5 paths of a Spirit Awakener. For Spirit Detectives, the first of the two skills was Spectral Communication.

It allowed one to talk to and gain insight from the Spirit.

Ning's hands reached into her body and he activated the second of the two skills.

The skill to look into the mories of a Spirit.

Spectral Echo.

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Tima was a young girl who didn't like the sea. She liked flowers and soft grass. She liked hard ground with soil on it and not the swaying wooden deck of a ship.

"Daddy, can you not stay with ? Please, I don't want you to go."

She would beg her father to be around at ho, always.

"Do you want to co with Daddy then? You can see the open sea," her daddy said.

"No, I hate the ship!"

Her father laughed. "Then stay with your grandpa, okay? I'll co back tonight and bring you lots of sweets from the other town."

"Really?" the girl asked excitedly. "Bring the red kind, okay? I hate the green ones. They taste like throwup."

The captain laughed, gave a kiss on both of her cheeks, and walked away while Tima frantically waved goodbye from the window of their house.

Ning watched the mory from the perspective of Tima. He was Tima at that mont, seeing what she sensed, feeling what she felt.

It was an odd sensation as everything he saw and felt was clearly not his own senses. He could make enough distinction between his own thoughts and Tima's thoughts to know who was who.

And still, feeling everything soone else felt, especially a child no older than 6 was quite a strange feeling.

The mories were fragnted, perhaps even a little false. The next mory he saw was of the staircase in their house where her grandpa carried her down.

Halfway down the staircase, Tima's grandpa suddenly clutched his chest and fell forward.

Tima, who was being carried by him at that ti, had no way of getting away. So when her grandpa fell, she fell with him.

"No!" Ning shouted, but the words never ca out. This was a mory. There was nothing he could do.

The mory faded and he saw Tima's father sitting next to her with her hand in his hand. He was crying.

"Daddy?" Tima's voice was ek and soft.

"Tima?" the man looked up, surprised. "Tima, can you hear ? Can you talk?"

"Daddy..." she said. "It hurts. It hurts, Daddy."

The mory faded.

The next mory was of Tima, leaning against the side of the bed, being fed soft grains. Tima opened her mouth and ate the food.

"Daddy..." she said once she swallowed the spoon full of food. "Where's Grandpa."

Her Daddy, who had been on the verge of feeding her another bite, paused. He looked at her, his eyes a look of horror.

Ning could tell by the man's face that Tima's grandfather was dead. Ning wasn't sure if the old man was his father or father-in-law, but whoever he was, he was dead, and the pain of that was visible on the man's face.

The mory faded again.

"Captain, you have to return to the ship soon," soone said outside of the window. Tima wanted to see who it was, but she couldn't reach to the window. She couldn't leave the bed and was tied to it forever.

"My daughter is bedridden and half paralyzed. Do you think I give a damn about my job right now?" the man shouted outside.

Tima wondered why her daddy was shouting. She didn't want him to shout. Why were they making her daddy angry?

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, but a few minutes later, her father ca into the room and sat beside her for a long ti.

"Tima, I... I need to go sowhere tomorrow. Can you be a good girl and wait for ?" he

asked.

"You're leaving , Daddy?" she asked, panicking.

"No, no. Not leaving. I need to go on a ship. Tima loves those red sweets, right? So Daddy needs to go get them. Can you wait for while I bring those sweets, Tima?"

Tima didn't want her daddy to leave, but she knew her daddy loved the sea and his boat. "Okay," Tima said. "But you have to bring lots and lots of sweets."