Tranquility

Time often passed quickly when one was focused.

Looking around, Arthur noticed that some of the apprentices had already left the training ground. He looked at the sun in the sky and felt its scorching heat, only then realizing that quite some time had passed.

Most of the remaining apprentices had left as well. Only Dier was still training nearby, his shirt completely soaked with sweat.

"Arthur, are you still training?"

Seemingly feeling that he had trained enough, Dier slowly stopped. He took a cloth from a servant nearby to wipe away his sweat, looking at Arthur, who was still training, with some surprise.

Hearing his call, Arthur completed a set of movements and stopped training. Panting heavily, he smiled and spoke to him. "Because of my injury, I went too long without training. I feel especially good today, so I trained a little more."

"Haha, that's true!" Dier laughed heartily. "But even if you've recovered, you still can't train this for too long. It wouldn't be good if you accidentally left yourself with hidden injuries. If you have time, practicing more swordsmanship would be good too."

Arthur paused, then quickly understood. A gentle smile appeared on his face. "Yes."

They chatted for a few moments, then Dier left his sword behind and departed.

Standing on the training ground and watching his retreating figure, Arthur wore a thoughtful expression.

Chip, examine my physical condition, he silently said to the Chip.

"The host's physical condition is good. Knight Breathing Technique training has not yet reached its limit."

"I knew it." Understanding flashed through Arthur's eyes.

The process of practicing the Knight Breathing Technique was itself a form of stimulation to the body. Continuous practice placed an intense burden on it and caused harm.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, even experienced knights could only practice the Knight Breathing Technique a limited number of times in a day. Once they practiced too many times, not only would it fail to produce good results, it would instead harm their bodies.

As for judging this limit, that depended entirely on the practitioner's own experience and physical senses.

In this regard, Arthur naturally held a greater advantage than others.

With the Chip, he could monitor his physical condition at any time, allowing his training to reach the most perfect state.

Moreover, the modified Arthur Breathing Technique had greatly reduced the burden on its practitioner. Compared to others, Arthur could undoubtedly train effectively more times each day.

But that means I can't train too crazily in front of others, or sooner or later, someone will notice that something is wrong.

In that instant, Arthur thought of this problem.

No one was a fool. Once they noticed something unusual, they might not necessarily do anything to Arthur in the long run, but they would certainly grow suspicious, needlessly creating trouble.

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

With that thought in mind, he looked around. Although there was hardly anyone left, he still gave up on continuing to practice the breathing technique.

He walked to the weapon rack ahead and exchanged his sword for a lighter longsword. Standing there and thinking for a moment, he then called out to the Chip in his mind, "Chip, transmit the movements of Basic Swordsmanship."

At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and a vast amount of memories concerning Basic Swordsmanship flooded into his head.

They included the memories and experience of Arthur's past training, as well as data and recorded images gathered from observing others during this period. All of it now flooded into Arthur's mind for his reference.

Guided by a familiar instinct, Arthur stepped forward and thrust his longsword ahead.

Forward thrust, upward slash, horizontal cut... One movement after another unfolded in his hands, smooth and concise, like a warrior who had trained for many years.

Arthur had received strict training since childhood and had practiced this set of Basic Swordsmanship countless times. It had long formed a familiar instinct within his body. As he practiced sword stroke after sword stroke, his body began moving on its own, without the slightest trace of awkwardness.

He continued practicing again and again, starting with Basic Swordsmanship and repeatedly going through the sword techniques in his memories, trying to familiarize himself with every skill this body had once mastered.

Time passed quickly. To avoid drawing attention from others, Arthur did not practice the Knight Breathing Technique for the entire afternoon. Instead, like everyone else, he honed his swordsmanship and trained his body through various methods.

At night, after the other apprentices had gradually left, Arthur, who had departed earlier, returned to the spacious training ground.

There were usually few people in this area. Including Arthur, fewer than ten Knight Apprentices trained here regularly, while the rest were servants. It was also wartime, and many apprentices had been sent out on missions, so few people came here at night.

Moreover, this world was different from the first two worlds Arthur had experienced.

Without cheap and convenient electricity, indoor lighting at night in this world relied on expensive animal fat, and the illumination was correspondingly much dimmer.

On such a vast training ground, even if someone held a torch, they would never be able to clearly see what Arthur was doing from a distance. There was no need to worry about anyone discovering anything.

Thinking this, he quietly walked into a corner ahead, picked up his longsword, and resumed training.

Perhaps it was due to this body's bloodline, but Arthur found that his eyesight was excellent. Even in the darkness of night, he could clearly see his surroundings. With the Chip as well, training at night posed no problem at all.

This time, he was no longer practicing swordsmanship, but the Knight Breathing Technique.

The gleam of his dancing sword was concealed beneath the night. The sword wind created by his swings and his heavy breathing rang out in the quiet darkness, only to be covered by the constant chirping of insects around him.

When his body reached its training limit, the Chip's mechanical alert brought Arthur's movements to a stop.

He raised his head and looked toward the sky. Amid countless stars in the night, a silver moon hung high above, scattering its faint radiance.

Arthur turned and looked around. Feeling the insect cries and silence surrounding him, he could not help but head back.

Several days later, at dawn, Arthur stood quietly on the spacious training ground as the physical attributes detected by the Chip surfaced in his mind.

Name: Arthur Falkus
Strength: 2.9
Agility: 2.5
Constitution: 2.7