In the early morning, the bright sun hangs high in the sky, spreading endless light and heat to the earth, causing the temperature to gradually rise, and the dewdrops on the grass blades to transpire.
But in a lush forest outside the town, shouts could be heard from time to time:
‘Bang!’
"Ouch!"
"..."
Chiba Makoto, whose palms were wrapped with a blue cloth belt, was sweating with punches and kicks. There were eight wooden blocks tied with ropes and hung on the tree around him. They were swinging back and forth and crashed into Chiba Makoto in the middle.
Some of them were able to be knocked away by Chiba Makoto, some were beaten back by him with his fists, and some of them hit him, causing a cry of pain.
Between the punches and the kicks, sweat splashed, and under the early morning sunlight, it was exceptionally crystal clear. Many wooden blocks were stained with water stains on their surfaces, which showed how long Chiba Makoto had been fighting.
After a long time, Chiba Cheng jumped out from the wooden pile array, letting the wooden blocks sway and collide, making a crisp bang-like sound of 'Bang! Bang!', and staggered to the grass covered with plastic sheeting.
, lying down with sweat all over his body, breathing heavily.
On the white and tender skin exposed outside the clothes, redness, swelling and even bruises can be seen everywhere. The only thing to be thankful for is that Chiba Cheng took into account his clumsiness at the beginning and spent a day polishing the sharp places of the wooden stakes to make them rounder.
There was no bloodshed.
But even so, it still hurts to be hit, especially how hard Chiba Makoto drives the stake, and how hard it swings back.
Chiba Makoto also considered doing two things at the beginning and gradually increasing the difficulty. But when he thought that Galadron might come back at any time, he gritted his teeth and hung up eight twenty centimeters long.
For wooden piles, increase the difficulty to the highest level, and then move around inside.
"It hurts, it's tiring!" Chiba Cheng only had these two words in his mind, and he was lamenting when he was panting: "God, give me a senior and give me a lot of strength, I don't want to work hard anymore." p>
"Praying for something for nothing is not the quality a warrior should have." An old but energetic voice sounded from behind, causing Chiba Makoto to turn around and see that it was Yamada Patrol... No, Ida Iryu, carrying two pistols on his back.
The handmade bamboo sword came forward with a steady pace.
"Mr. Ida, why are you here?" Chiba Makoto climbed up with his tired body, picked up the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was a little surprised. Ida Iryu had said before that this person named Yamada
The patrolman is not his body, he has no right to occupy it, and even a ray of remnant soul cannot support him to control this body all the time, so he wants to return to the bronze statue and continue to sleep after completing the security of the small temple. p>
"I watched the news yesterday. A monster destroyed the high-purity energy reserve base, so I came to take a look." Ida Iryu looked at Chiba Makoto's self-made wooden pile array, nodded, and said: "Yes, really
All warriors have gone through many hardships and are always mindful of tempering themselves."
"You lost once, you can't lose a second time." Chiba Cheng picked up the kettle and poured himself a few mouthfuls of light salt water. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the fatigue was disappearing.
As early as after the Kirialode War, Chiba Makoto discovered that his recovery power was far beyond that of ordinary people. The burn that Mayumi said would take half a month to heal was healed in just a week.
There is also the usual exercise, and I will collapse on the ground exhausted from running. As long as I eat more and drink more water, my physical strength will be restored quickly, which makes Chiba Makoto feel so excited that he can run a marathon and make money.
"Yes, the destiny of a warrior is to constantly challenge and make oneself stronger until..." Ida Iryu was talking very energetically at first, but he became speechless in the middle of the sentence. He probably thought of himself, who has been there all his life.
Challenge the limit, only to find that there is nowhere to stay, only a bronze statue and a ruined temple.
Chiba Makoto also noticed Ida Iryu's sadness and hurriedly changed the subject, saying: "Is it okay for you to go so far?"
"I made it clear to Yamada that he has heard my story and is willing to help me suppress the resentful ghosts in the mountains. He is currently raising money to strengthen the temple. Before that, he will patrol there more." p>
"Sorry, I don't have much money, so I can't help." Chiba Cheng sighed. He was really a bit poor. He exercised all day long, but he had built up a lot of muscles. He was much stronger than in his previous life, but he was still sitting on nothing.
, If it weren’t for a fixed income every month (it seems to be a pension), Chiba Makoto would probably be ruined.
"Haha," Ida Jingryu laughed and waved his hands, saying: "We have almost raised enough, and most people in the village are willing to contribute to rebuilding the temple.
I was like this back then, carrying a sword and slaying demons all the way with no money left, but every time I saw the smile on my face after knowing that the demons had been eradicated, I felt very happy, which no amount of money can buy." "Yes!" Chiba Makoto also recalled the cheers from the people on the street after he defeated the Kirialodians. Although he was exhausted, he felt very happy and felt that his efforts were recognized.
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The two of them sighed, and Ida Iryu told him the purpose of coming here, and solemnly handed the two wooden swords on his back and a thin book bound with thread to Chiba Makoto.
Chiba Cheng took it over curiously and took a look. Inside were charcoal sketch-like paintings, with little men slashing around with swords. It looked like a sword manual? Or was it just a drawn sword manual?
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Ida Jingryu said from the side: "You know boxing and body skills, but your proficiency is not high, but you are lacking in swordsmanship. These are some swordsmanship styles that I have learned in my life. I hope they can help you."<
/p>
"Thank you!" Qianye Cheng thanked him hurriedly. Not only did he draw and bind the sword manual with his own hands, he also made two homemade bamboo swords that looked very sophisticated. This was really thoughtful. The only problem was that Diga seemed to have no weapons.
, this is why the 'inherited memory' only has boxing and body skills.
After hearing Chiba Makoto's confusion, Ida Iryu waved his hand and said: "A warrior must constantly challenge and break through himself. Are you satisfied with mastering the inherited power? You must seek breakthroughs so that you can become stronger.
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"Breakthrough?" Chiba Makoto raised his hand and looked at the calluses honed on his palms. The Ultraman after Tiga Dana had many Ultraman with various weapons, especially the lightsaber, which was really too powerful.
It's handsome, but I don't know how it was condensed.
Thinking of this, Chiba Cheng doesn't want to work hard anymore, he really wants to send a senior from the sky who will give him weapons and strength.
Ida Jingryu didn't stay long and told him about his difficult time on the road to show that Chiba Makoto's current setbacks were nothing, before he left and returned to Shuna Mountain to continue to suppress the person he couldn't completely control back then.
The ghost that was destroyed.
After bidding farewell to Ida Iryu, Chiba Makoto turned around, looked at the wooden piles that had stopped swinging, took a deep breath, strode in, and then continued to start special training.
The hammering sound of ‘Bang! Bang!’ sounded again, but this time there was no accompanying cry of pain.