Du Pont sat at the stern, holding the fishing rod the fisherman had given him and fishing alone.
For some reason, perhaps embarrassment, after their lips parted, the Paladin Maiden had lain in the tiny cabin pretending to be dead, who knew what she was thinking.
There was nothing to do after heading back, so Du Pont simply tried to analyze and review the battle they had just fought. Fishing was only incidental.
Even if his combat style was not entirely unique, it was probably extremely rare.
He possessed an extraordinary number of feats. At range, he could fight with spells; when enemies closed in, he could counter in melee with his greatsword or longsword. His magical equipment was no worse than that of high-level Classed individuals. In an encounter, even against an established high-level Classed individual, he would not be at a disadvantage. Moreover, many powerful enemies had fallen to his unexpected trump cards.
But his problem had always remained: whether in spellcasting or melee technique, he was far too crude—not only compared to true masters, but even compared to pure-class elites like Deva.
In a fight to the death, his opponent had clearly not been his match, but that did not mean his problems did not exist.
So where was the problem?
He had not truly mastered those feats.
Compared to knowledge he could access and consult at any time, even if he possessed a combat class's feats, he could only be said to know how to use them. He was still far from truly understanding them. Right now, he was not even especially good at using them, much less integrating them completely.
That was why warriors among adventurers could not do without extensive training: they needed to build muscle memory through constant practice, so that when danger