**Day 38 Morning Adventurers' Guild Training Ground**
This is hard! Way too difficult, "Transfer"-san!?
When I try using it with the same feeling as "Movement," my body moves instantaneously. There are no frames in between—like stop-motion.
The speed increases. The lack of intervals makes it faster, but the motion becomes jerky and hard to blend into techniques.
Speed is definitely up. The frame-skipping lack of gaps makes it quick.
But the moment I move my arms, legs, waist, back, shoulders—anything—it registers as "movement" and triggers Transfer, meaning instant relocation. Then "Instant Body Lv8" piles on the correction, and everything becomes absolute chaos.
On top of that, "Walking" evolved into "Walking Technique" and got a speed boost. At this point it's already close to Shukuchi or Instant Step.
The sensation is completely different. This isn't human movement anymore, is it? Every action is abrupt—sudden acceleration combined with sudden stops. It's a total mess.
I asked Armor Committee Chair to help with practice, but I got absolutely demolished.
I've started to match her speed somewhat, but my movements have become worse and full of openings.
When someone can beat you even without openings, showing any gap means getting demolished! I got absolutely demolished!
"Magic Clad" is also a problem. It's one rank higher. Probably wraps and massively reinforces the body, equipment, mana—everything. Exponential boost.
My body screams under movements that exceed my stats. Everything rattles. Forced reinforcement, forced movement.
I have to get used to it, mesh it together, link it, combine it. But it's still a rattling mess. And then I get demolished.
My body can't keep up with its own speed. My movements tear myself apart. I'm already falling apart.
Time for a break. Self-damage has my HP clinging to two digits.
It's frustrating being the only one who's a rattling mess getting demolished and torn apart, so I sweet-talk the spectating Committee Chairs into joining. Go get beaten.
Even with more than five times the level and stat difference, I can't overwhelm them. If I can't overwhelm, they return it with technique—meaning I get demolished. Absolutely demolished.
Even twenty-five people saturating with attacks can't suppress her. If we can't suppress, she overturns it with technique—meaning we get demolished. Absolutely demolished.
Even wave tactics in group combat can't break through. If we can't break through, she collapses it with technique—meaning we get demolished. Absolutely demolished.
The Committee Chairs are also learning during sparring—cutting waste, refining motion, consolidating actions, polishing swordsmanship—but they can't reach her. That height is unreachable. Honestly, it's stratosphere-level.
The technique gap is huge, but the depth of skill is on another plane. Every single action carries multiple meanings, traps you before you can read it, and can even cut through tactics with pure swordplay.
Feel my pain. That's a threat you can't even endure. Training in name only—really just suicide practice.
Go get beaten.
And then…
"Seriously, why am I always the only one getting demolished? It's unfair! Discrimination! Abuse! Yeah, everyone should get beaten! Equal human pummeling rights! Pummel-pummel?"
A mountain of motionless people. Call out to them—no response. Corpses piled up. Everyone's eyes are X'd out.
Still time until lunch. Armor Committee Chair is beckoning. Go get beaten.
Stress relief done. Though more is probably piling up already…
The only regret is the otakus' heads didn't get burned. Midway through they started concentrating barriers only on their heads—layering multiple ones. Even my finished Inferno Head-Roast couldn't finish the job. Yeah, tomorrow—meteor time.
And so begins the training that's basically abuse. Nicknamed "bullying."
Relentless swordplay that allows not even an instant's gap—parry, cut, pure speed, waste elimination, fastest-shortest slashes, linking cuts, endlessly.
Feel each motion, each body shift, each center-of-gravity change. Consolidate them into one. Refine them. Mesh them together.
Front-back, up-down, left-right—one by one.
Confirm each one. Imprint it. Turn it into one technique, one motion, one unified whole.
One action. One step. One breath. One by one.
Still not Void-Reality. Not fully unified. Fast, but that's all. Not yet a technique.
Throw—parried. Parry—thrown. Dodge—dodged. Strike—struck. When motions scatter, I get demolished. This is training. Ultimately, demolition training. Training so close to bullying it surpasses bullying.
Hey, Armor Committee Chair? Isn't she going a little too hard on me? Isn't the mercy level basically zero? She was gentler with everyone else, right? And she looks like she's enjoying it…? …Getting beaten, right now.
Still, if I can't even use Magic Clad and Void-Reality, I'm in serious trouble. Failure on either is genuinely deadly. Misfire means death. I need to at least grasp the shape. But with a little less mercy, I'll self-destruct before I even get the form. Every movement drops HP. Already way past limits. Training is literally killing me. Seriously.
Even when I somehow manage to handle it, self-damage keeps rising. Self-destruction. Before lunch my HP was single digits. Seriously gonna die? Normal? Wait—I'm the summoner. What even is a summoner supposed to be?