"Nothing," Ichiro shook his head.
For a certain unmentionable secret of youth, Ichiro had once been very interested in secret arts like mind control. But after learning more about them, he discovered they were nothing special.
At least, the mind-control arts in his second life were pretty mediocre, only a little more effective than psychology had been in his first. So he gave up those unmentionable, wicked ideas and casually learned a few self-suggestion techniques to help with his research and keep his state of mind in check.
So he didn't actually know all that much about this subject.
"What are the risks of your first method?"
"I'd starve to death! That's it! I wouldn't wake up until I'd completely recovered!"
The captain turned and stared at Ichiro in surprise. She'd thought there would be some dangerous side effect, like losing control of his body, but it was only this.
Still, that helped her understand why he'd spent the past few decades suppressing the problem instead of releasing it to ease the strain. In a place like Rukongai, even someone with a relatively high number could be in serious danger if they remained unconscious for a long time.
But if that was the case, did that mean—
"The second method doesn't work very well?"
"Mm, not exactly. It works reasonably well, but it needs a firearm to help. I only remade this weapon recently, so it hasn't had much of an effect yet."
"I see." The captain stopped beside a small pond, thought for a while, then said, "In that case, use your second method to help ease things while you practice Sword Meditation. It might be slower, but there's no rush. The first method carries a bit too much risk. You can use this time to study other things,