“Just don’t sell your Ki,” my mother whispered, turning pale with every breath. “Anything, just don’t sell it... I remembered her words, I remembered it every day, but I didn’t last long after her death, only six months. What was I supposed to do? Who needs a skinny, incompetent teenager with useless talent? I have only one thing left - to sell my energy, my Ki. Poor people usually sell Ki only as a side hustle or when they have a one-time need for money. I was just trying to delay starvation. If I wait a little longer, I simply won’t be able to survive after selling Ki, since I’ll be too weakened.