In younger years, was Lei Fa assiduously studied, scriptures and records committed to heart. Then when called, bolts did not heed; when beckoned, bolts did not come. In teenage years, progress was devoted day and night, and began awareness words lay outside of lines, within speech laid invisible speech. A hand waved for arcs to spark, crackling to the ears. At twenty and two, once daily, were chanted mnemonic and creed to satisfaction. Lightning could be drawn, thunder could be righted. Approaching thirty, the Way was nature, essences mighty yet held concealed. Dispelled was malice and rid was evil, unpardoned were the guilty. Spake the teacher: 'Satisfactory.' Thereupon was granted a fine pair of crystals, with limpid lightning filled, in pallid thunder coated, as though the sense it would shatter and roar. Spake the teacher: 'As Minister of the Central Judicial Office, this ceremony is held. Now I grant thee these crystals, and thou shalt name them.' Young and ambitious were thoughts, diligent in studied creed, only wishing to command the five thunders, to cower the wicked. Yet sensed was the realm's boundlessness, the night endless still, levin rolling, a need to notice all the world's difficulties. Thus she replied: 'All the Thunderlight.'