Food Is Heaven Restaurant, backyard.
Chōjūrō I feel like I'm going to die.
His arms seemed to be filled with lead. The wooden sword he used to swing hundreds of times a day now seemed extremely heavy to him. Every time he swung the wooden sword, he felt his shoulder joints groaning in pain.
The special weight-bearing vest he wore was like a hill, pressing hard on his body, causing his chest to hurt every time he took a breath.
Sweat had already soaked his clothes, sliding down his cheeks still stained with baby fat, dripping on the ground, and evaporated in an instant.
"Trash! Are you using your butt to exert force?!"
A clear but cold scolding hit his nerves like a whip.
Chōjūrō With a start, he used the last bit of strength to stabilize his body, raised the long knife above his head again, and struck down hard.
"Hoo--!"
The blade cut through the air, bringing up a weak wind.
Not far away, Mei Terumi stood in the shadow of the eaves with his arms crossed.
Her exquisite face was covered with a layer of frost that did not match her age. There was no warmth in her green eyes, and she stared coldly at the shaky young man in the field.
"It's too slow! It's slower than a snail walking! By the time you hit someone, the enemy's children will be pissed!"
"The waist and abdomen are the core! How many times have I told you, use the waist and abdomen to drive the whole body! Have you not grown a waist or a brain?"
"That's it? That uncle still said you were a genius? I think you are a fool!"
Harsh and vicious words spat out from her little cherry mouth, accurately piercing Chōjūrō's most fragile self-esteem.
Three days, only three days.
Chōjūrō went from an ignorant boy full of longing for the future to a training machine that has been drained of its soul.
The ridiculously beautiful sister in front of me is simply a devil in fairy skin.
She completely replicated the training pattern left to her by the man named "Gonbei", and even... made it even worse.
Every time Tenten doesn't light up, Chōjūrō has to swing the knife three thousand times in the yard, not even once less.
After wielding the knife, he ran around the backyard two hundred times with the weight on his back.
After running, I practiced Hand Seals until my fingers cramped and I lost consciousness.
At night, he was forced to understand scrolls that he couldn't even read.
As long as he relaxes a little or shows a little bit of fatigue, Mei Terumi's cold scolding and merciless wooden stick will immediately greet him.
"I... I can't do it anymore... sister..."
Finally, after completing the 1,700th swing of the knife, Chōjūrō could no longer hold on and fell to his knees with a "plop". The wooden knife in his hand also came out and hit the ground with a dull sound.
He was breathing heavily, tears and sweat mixed together, and his vision began to blur.
"Stand up."
Mei Terumi's voice is still cold.
"I... I really... can't move..." Chōjūrō begged with a cry.
Mei Terumi walked up to him slowly and looked at him condescendingly, without any pity in his eyes.
"Whenever I rest, you can rest."
She repeated this sentence slowly, her voice not loud, but with an unquestionable paranoia.
Chōjūrō From the depths of her green eyes, he saw a trace of sadness and fear that he could not understand and was too thick to be resolved.
He suddenly understood a little bit.
This devilish sister is not torturing him.
She seemed to be torturing herself.
She is using this almost self-abuse method to support a certain shaky belief.
Every "trash" she cursed out of her mouth seemed to be directed at herself.
Every bit of pressure she puts on herself is imitating that man, as if as long as this happens, the man has never left.
After thinking about this, Chōjūrō shed more tears.
Isn't this just damage transfer...
But in the end Chōjūrō gritted his teeth, supported the ground with his trembling arms, and stood up again little by little with difficulty.
He picked up the wooden knife on the ground, but at this moment, the knife seemed like a huge weapon to him.
"Very good."
Mei Terumi's mouth curved slightly, and there was finally a wave of emotion in those cold eyes.
She seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly added, her green eyes flashing with a terrifying light called "involution".
"If you dare to complain that you are tired again, or you can't keep up with the progress..."
"I'll break your legs."
Chōjūrō:"..."
Kirigakure Ninja Academy, Training Ground No. 3.
The atmosphere was strange as never before.
The kind of fighting that was full of blood and brute force in the past is gone, replaced by a... new "ecology" full of wisdom (insidiousness) and cooperation (cunning).
During a fight with his opponent, a child suddenly let out a scream and fell to the ground, holding his stomach. His expression was extremely painful, as if he had been severely injured.
His opponent was overjoyed when he saw this, he raised his Kunai with a ferocious smile and was about to step forward to hit him.
However, the moment he took a step, the ground beneath his feet suddenly softened, and his entire body lost balance instantly.
"Pfft!"
The child who was "severely injured and fell to the ground" stood up like a spring, and the Kunai in his hand cleanly crossed the opponent's neck from a tricky angle.
On the other side, three children who were originally hostile to each other now formed a temporary team.
The two feigned a frontal attack, attracting all the attention of a strong opponent, while the third child quietly walked around behind him and shot the poisoned Senbon accurately into the back of his neck.
The whole process was smooth and coordinated, just like an experienced assassination team.
Despite this, the casualty rate of High Tower miraculously dropped.
Because more children have learned to assess the situation and learn to decisively raise their hands and "admit defeat" when they cannot win.
I also learned to temporarily put aside my hatred when facing a strong enemy, and gather all the forces that can be drawn together to form the "Avengers".
The style of the entire training ground has suddenly changed from a "hot-blooded fighting show" to a "powerful palace fighting drama".
And the instigator of all this, Senju Chen (Kirisame Ryo), was leaning against the corner, yawning out of boredom, as if nothing had happened.
Sure, these little guys are quite creative after their desire to survive is aroused. In just a few days, they have even used the 'honey trap'?
He looked at a pretty little girl, crying and begging for mercy, and taking advantage of his opponent's moment of weakness, he used a backhand to lift her vaginal leg. He couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
Children can be taught, children can be taught.
However, his "deviant" teaching methods completely ignited the anger of other instructors.
"Enough! Kirisame Ryo!"
There was a loud shout, and a gloomy-looking instructor, accompanied by several other colleagues with angry faces, came over aggressively Earth Flow.