Hearing Anjing Zhen's final assessment, Kitasan Black nodded instinctively. Then it suddenly occurred to her that if he could analyze everything to this extent, Anjing Zhen had probably learned this information long ago.
"Then, this... Trainer..."
She unconsciously looked into Anjing Zhen's eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier...?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. They sounded like a complaint, but that was never what she meant.
Waving her hands urgently, she repeatedly apologized.
"Ah, that's not what I meant. I'm not blaming you for not telling me..."
"It's alright."
Before Kitasan Black could finish, Anjing Zhen suddenly smiled, gently shook his head, and interrupted her.
"I more or less expected you to ask that. And... it really was because I hesitated that I'm only telling you now.
"Because..."
Under Kitasan Black's startled, puzzled gaze, he pondered for a moment.
"I didn't want you to feel that you only won by luck because of your opponents' problems.
"Even less did I want those factors to give you a false sense of security, leaving you unable to give your full effort without realizing it."
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and pulled a black notebook from the huge pile of materials on his desk.
He flipped through it quickly. When Kitasan Black instinctively looked over, she was surprised to see that the inside cover and many of its pages were covered with photos from her various races.
"Look at this."
His flipping stopped. Anjing Zhen walked over and placed the notebook before Kitasan Black.
"This is the mental preparation plan I prepared for you."
Lowering her head unconsciously, Kitasan Black saw densely written entries on the open page: "Pressure Conversion Training Method," "Competition Mindset Adjustment," "Opponent Observation Feedback," and more.
The page he had opened should