Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 30 Start practicing swordsmanship

"So you agreed to go on a date with Liz Allen?"

Peter asked in a muffled voice on the way from the classroom to the school gate.

"Why should I refuse? Her appearance and figure are beyond my aesthetic point. Just saying hello makes me feel good. Why should I refuse her date invitation?"

Terry asked Peter directly, but neither of them noticed. The look in Terry's eyes at this time was slightly different from before, but the change was too subtle to be noticed.

"Okay, your idea seems not wrong."

Peter couldn't refute from a certain angle, so he had to lower his head and give the final advice: "But one thing, Liz extended the invitation to you just because you teased Thompson, not because of anything else."

Terry stopped and clenched his fists. He felt that there seemed to be a violent impulse brewing in his heart, but he quickly calmed down and turned into a smile when Peter turned back in confusion: "There is no need to argue about this topic. It’s just a date, there’s nothing unusual about it.”

The two said goodbye to each other at the school gate. Terry had told Peter in physical education class that he had signed up for an interest class that he would go to every day, but he did not say the specific content.

After they separated, Terry did not immediately take out his cell phone to hail a taxi, but instead reflected on his unusual thought activity just now.

Opening the iron gate at the entrance of the corridor again, Terry, who had been here once before, brushed off the spider webs in the middle with ease. He walked through the dim corridor and saw a man sitting cross-legged on the floor in the center of the practice room.

There is no particularly lofty reason. Many of the bonuses of Blessing·Nebula Dewdrop are calculated by percentages. If he can be trained to be more powerful at the basic level, then he will become stronger when he is equipped with accessories.

"This shouldn't be my reaction. Regardless of my special status, the reason why I am willing to be friends with Peter is because he is funny and friendly enough."

When Peter repeatedly warned him, some very bad emotions arose in his heart. He felt that Peter was just jealous of him and trying to hurt him with words, so he quickly organized a very hurtful plan in his heart. However, in the end, he vaguely realized that this was not good, so he did not speak.

Suppressing those lingering thoughts, Terry took out his mobile phone - it wasn't that he was lazy, but the distance was really far, and taking a taxi could save time.

Terry felt strange. He thought that swordsmanship training would start with the most basic physical fitness. Although equipped with super accessories, his body was already extraordinary, but in fact, his body had never been seriously exercised - if physical training was needed, Terry will choose to take off the jewelry.

Simply great value for money.

This also proves that Master Jacques is indeed short of money. No wonder he has the idea of ​​​​closing the swordsmanship gym and becoming a mercenary or killer.

Terry knew who those emotions came from, but since he was determined to help and slowly accept the other person, it was not okay to be afraid of the smallest things.

"But my suspicions and anger that arise out of thin air... I'm afraid the root cause does not come from me."

Terry called out softly and put aside the schoolbag behind his back.

On the way, Terry found a bank to withdraw some cash, and arrived at the nameless swordsmanship gym at 3:30 on time, with most of its signboard damaged.

"teacher."

Today, Jak is wearing a serious black training uniform. Although judging from the wear and tear on the joints and the pilling on the surface, this training uniform may have been with his opponent for a long time.

"I have to always know who I am and not bring these negative effects to the people around me."

"sit."

Jacques turned his back to Terry and pointed at the floor in front of him.

"More than ten years of happy memories and Uncle Martin's hands-on education have made me who I am today. My personality should never be eroded by a little darkness."

"Did you think I would start teaching you from some particularly basic areas?"

Jacques looked at Terry sitting obediently in front of him and asked with a smile.

"Of course, shouldn't it be?"    "Of course not."

Jacques shrugged: "My teaching method is different from that of ordinary swordsman masters, and it will be very hard. I have to explain this to you in advance."

"And that's it."

Jac picked up a wooden sword lying beside him and threw it into Terry's arms: "Before all the formal teaching begins, I must ask you a question."

"What's the reason you drew your sword?"

"No, no, no - you don't need to immerse yourself in thinking now. If you are really willing to spend your whole life in swordsmanship, then you can spend your whole life thinking about this issue."

Jacques raised a finger and shook it.

"Let me give you an example."

"When I was young, I drew swords to make money. Although I am French, I was born and raised in Vietnam. My family and living conditions are quite ordinary. Out of my desire for money, I embarked on the journey of Xi Jinping. The path to practicing swordsmanship.”

"After confirming my talent and making money that was previously unimaginable, I lost this reason for a while, and from that point on, my swordsmanship entered an unspeakable dilemma."

"That's when I suddenly realized that the swordsmanship I had figured out by myself was not about technique, but about my own soul."

"After all, I didn't receive any formal swordsmanship training from the beginning."

"So later, I decided to change the reason why I drew my sword to stand up for the weak people around me."

"That's right, don't look at me so surprised."

"Of course, the reason for drawing the sword cannot be static. As a person grows older, accumulates knowledge, and broadens his experience, the perspective from which he thinks about problems will change indefinitely."

"Every choice I make follows my own heart. Because I feel pity for those who are suffering, I start to draw my sword for the weak."

"After seeing too much, it became difficult to arouse the compassion in my heart, so the reason why I drew the sword changed again. Because I already have a family of my own, I will draw the sword for my family."

"If I want to live freely, I will draw a sword for life. If I want to travel around the world, I will draw a sword for traveling. Even if I want to drink a bottle of wine, I can draw a sword for that. sword."

"But the reason why I can do this is because this is the kendo I developed. I'm afraid you can't be as flexible as me now."

"So this problem is not something you can think clearly at once, but you can wait for an impulse, an impulse that feels like you have to draw your sword for this."

"At that time, I believe you will be able to understand my words."

Jacques picked up the bamboo sword beside him, stood up slowly, and hooked his hand towards Terry.

"Now, let's start directly with the sparring."

Terry was a little confused and stood up with the sword, and subconsciously unloaded the accessories into the inventory: "Should we just start with the fight?"

"No physical skills? No posture explanations? No routine drills?"

Jac frowned. The next second, the bamboo sword in his hand turned into an afterimage and disappeared. He pushed the wooden sword away from Terry's hand and slapped it on his wrist: "You talk too much."

Snapped!
  “Ouch┗|｀O′|┛!!!”

(End of this chapter)