But Mirai was lucky. If White Emperor hadn't worried about interfering with his performance, he would have left him at home. After seeing him cry as if he had seen a ghost, he figured the little guy had truly been traumatized.
After comforting White Emperor and promising to take him out that afternoon, the little fellow gradually calmed down and obediently lay down on Mirai's lap.
Mirai was still worried about his proficiency with the Soft Body Technique. The pain and torment were too much, yet he couldn't give up practicing swordsmanship with Musashi. That would inevitably affect his mood.
But he wasn't willing to accept this suffering for nothing—not twenty-four times over. No one could endure that.
"Damn, I wonder if I can practice the Soft Body Technique by myself. If I keep the intensity low, the pain won't be as bad. It doesn't matter if the results are worse. Even a slight increase in proficiency would be good. At the very least, I can reduce it a little."
Looking at his status panel, he decided to use every spare moment to grind his proficiency.
With that in mind, Mirai gently set White Emperor down and ran over to the hospital bed. He assumed the first stance of the Soft Body Technique and pushed himself to his limit. It was still extremely uncomfortable, but he was ultimately able to grit his teeth and endure it.
The first stance lasted two minutes, but his proficiency did not increase. Mirai wasn't discouraged. He continued with the second movement, then the third. Once the third movement was completed, his proficiency finally rose by 0.1. Realizing that his practice was effective, Mirai was invigorated.
Before lunch, he practiced the Soft Body Technique once more in one go. When he saw that his proficiency