At first, her brush moved carefully, each character deliberate and precise. Formulas. Diagrams. Theories.
Then she stopped.
She stared at what she had written.
And slammed her fist on the table.
The paper crumpled in her grip. She threw it across the room where it joined the dozens of other failed attempts.
She pulled another sheet toward her and began writing again.
She was so close. She could feel it.
She glanced at her remaining qi. She had made several theories already and experimented with each one, losing a significant amount of qi with little to no success.
She needed something definitive. Soon.
She continued writing.
As her brush moved across the paper, something clicked.
Her eyes widened.
She began rummaging through the manuals frantically, tossing aside ones that weren't what she needed. Books flew left and right as she searched.
"Where is it... where..."
She found it.
