Sanemi forced himself to stay composed, coughed twice, and managed to muster a fierce expression. "Ahem... don't throw those sappy phrases around in front of me! Doesn't it just mean... something about before and after? I know damn well what it means!"
Looking at Sanemi's flushed neck and shifty eyes, Rokuya suppressed his laughter and nodded solemnly. "Since you understand, let's get started. I want to learn that technique of yours that uses high-frequency muscle vibrations to produce wind pressure that tears like saw teeth."
Rokuya's clear gaze unnerved Sanemi a little, and he irritably scratched his messy white hair.
"Goddammit... you want to learn, huh? Fine! I'll teach you!" Sanemi pointed viciously at Rokuya. "But let me warn you first: Wind Breathing is the most violent and physically damaging of all the Breathing Styles! Don't come crying if you can't learn it!"
Over the next three hours, terrifying howls of wind and explosive booms rang constantly through the secluded training ground.
Although Sanemi's tongue was vicious, hurling insults like "idiot" and "useless trash" at every turn, he was surprisingly serious about teaching. Holding nothing back, he showed Rokuya the core secret of Wind Breathing-how to produce minute, ultrahigh-frequency vibrations in the forearm and waist muscles at the instant of a sword swing, transforming smooth sword energy into fierce winds with a serrated, tearing quality.
Rokuya's talent, combined with his terrifying, maxed-out constitution of 50 points, made his learning speed outrageously fast. After watching just three times, Rokuya could already unleash slashes with a wind-blade effect using an ordinary wooden stick.
Sanemi's eye twitched wildly as he watched the wooden stick in Rokuya's hand slice effortlessly through stone.
"You bastard... are you really human?" Sanemi cursed under his breath, a sense of defeat welling up inside him. A secret technique