Calm

Chapter 7 Calm

Time often flies when people are focused.

Around him, Adir noticed that some apprentices had already left the training ground. He looked at the sun in the sky, feeling its intense heat, and realized that a long time had passed since it happened.

The rest of the apprentices had mostly left, leaving only Dill around him continuing his training, his shirt completely soaked with sweat.

"Adir, are you still training?"

Seemingly having felt he had finished training, Dill slowly stopped. He then took a cloth from a servant to wipe his sweat and looked at Adir, who was still training, with some surprise.

Feeling his call, Adir, who had just finished a set of movements, stopped training and, panting heavily, chatted with him with a smile: "Because of my injury, I haven't trained for a long time, so I felt particularly good today and trained a bit more."

"Haha, that's true!" Dill smiled broadly. "But even if you recover, you can't practice this kind of thing for too long. It would be bad if you accidentally left any hidden injuries. It would be good to practice swordsmanship more if you have time."

Adir was taken aback for a moment, then quickly recovered and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Yes!"

They exchanged a few words, then Dill left his sword behind and departed.

Standing on the training field, looking at his figure in the distance, Adir had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Chip, monitor your physical condition," he silently told the chip.

"The main body is in good condition, and the Knight Breathing Technique training has not yet reached its limit." In an instant, a mechanical voice sounded.

"As expected." A knowing glint flashed in Adir's eyes.

The process of practicing the Knight's Breathing Technique is itself a form of stimulation to the body, and continuous practice can also place a heavy burden and cause harm to the body.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, even an experienced knight can only practice the knight's breathing technique a limited number of times a day. If the number of times is too high, it will not only fail to produce good results, but will also harm the body.

As for the number of repetitions, that depends entirely on the practitioner's own experience and physical sensations.

In this respect, Adir was naturally more advantageous than others.

With the chip, he can monitor his physical condition at any time, allowing him to achieve the most perfect training.

Moreover, the modified Adir breathing method has greatly reduced the burden on practitioners, and compared to others, Adir can undoubtedly train more effectively each day.

"However, in order to prevent others from becoming suspicious, we can't train too wildly in front of others, otherwise sooner or later someone will find out that something is wrong."

In an instant, Adir thought of this problem.

No one is a fool. Once something unusual is discovered, over time, although they may not necessarily do anything to Adir, they will definitely become suspicious, creating unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of this, Adir shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless: "It seems I'll have to be more careful during training in the future."

The thought flashed through his mind. He looked around and, although there were hardly any people left, he stopped practicing his breathing technique.

He walked to the weapon rack in front and changed to a lighter longsword. He stood there for a moment, thought for a moment, and then called out to the chip in his mind: "Chip, transmit the basic sword techniques to me."

At the same moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and a large number of memories about basic swordsmanship flooded into his mind.

This included memories and experiences from Adir's past training, as well as data and video clips he had recorded from others during this period. All of these flooded into Adir's mind for his reference.

Driven by a familiar instinct, Adir stepped forward and thrust his longsword forward.

Forward thrust, upward slash, horizontal slash... each movement was executed with practiced ease and precision, like that of a warrior who had been trained for many years.

Adir had received rigorous training since childhood and had practiced this basic sword technique many times. It had long since become a kind of familiar instinct in his body. Now, as he practiced sword by sword, his body started to move automatically without any feeling of awkwardness.

He practiced like this over and over again, starting with basic swordsmanship and practicing the swordsmanship techniques he remembered, trying to familiarize himself with all the skills that this body had once mastered.

Time passed quickly. In order not to attract the attention of others, Adir did not rest his knight breathing technique all afternoon. Instead, like everyone else, he honed his swordsmanship and trained his body in various ways.

At night, after the other apprentices had left one after another, Adir, who had left long ago, returned to the spacious training ground.

This area is usually deserted. Including Adir, there are fewer than ten knight apprentices who train here regularly; the rest are servants. Now, with war going on, many apprentices have been sent out on missions, and few people come here at night.

Moreover, this world is different from the previous two worlds that Adir experienced.

Without cheap and convenient electricity, indoor lighting at night in this world uses expensive grease, which is relatively less effective.

With such a large training ground, even if someone were to shine a torch, it would be impossible to see what Adir was doing from a distance, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.

With that thought in mind, he quietly walked to a corner in front, picked up his longsword, and continued his training.

Whether it was due to a problem with the bloodline of this body or not, Adir discovered that his eyesight was excellent. He could see clearly even in the dark. In addition, with the chip, training in the dark was no problem at all.

This time, he was no longer training in swordsmanship, but in the Knight's Breathing Technique.

The brilliance of the longsword's dance was shrouded in darkness. The wind from its swings and the heavy breathing that followed echoed in the still night, but were drowned out by the constant chirping of insects around them.

When his body reached its limit, the voice prompt from the chip machine stopped Adir's movements.

He looked up at the sky, where a silver moon hung high among the countless stars of the night, casting a faint glow.

Adir turned around and looked around, feeling the chirping of insects and the silence around him, and then walked back.

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A few days later, in the early morning, Adir stood quietly on the spacious training ground, the physical attributes detected by the chip appearing in his mind.

Name: Adir Fakus. Strength: 2.9. Agility: 2.5. Constitution: 2.7.

(End of this chapter)