The rain that had only stopped for two days came again, and Boom started practicing day and night again because of changing the shape of the magic circle.
As soon as the unlucky Rikka walked out of the market area, she was drowned by the sudden heavy rain. Returning to the courtyard, she hurried into the room, and after changing her clothes, she turned to look at Boom.
"Have you taken a shower? How's it going? Is the water still warm?" Boom raised his hand to dispel the magic and asked with a smile.
"Wash your big head, I'm really unlucky today." Rikka grimaced and muttered while wiping her Viking dress.
After lunch, Boom, who wanted to continue practicing, stopped, and saw Rikka transforming her hands into short blades, and slowly stood in the center of the yard.
The Gift of Liberation Sword Skill was cast instantly, and a wave of air rushed from bottom to top into the sky. A strange scene appeared in front of us, and only a small area with Rikka as the center seemed to form a vacuum space.
But this situation only lasted for tens of seconds. The raindrops were like unhuman devils, pouring towards Rikka one after another.
The invisible vacuum space was squeezed and squeezed again, and finally everything returned to normal, and the heavy rain poured down again. Boom smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that even a great swordsman would never be able to defeat the power of nature.
But Boom, who wanted to say something, stopped his hand in mid-air. He would instruct Rikka in many aspects and constantly persuade her, but only in the matter of cultivation, Boom never wanted to interfere.
Boom himself is a magician and a self-taught alien. Therefore, he knows best the feeling of being hindered in practice, and the comfort from others is more like a disguised form of ridicule.
His eyes fell on Rikka again, and he saw that after taking a deep breath, he turned his hands into afterimages. The strange vacuum space appeared again, but it was eventually filled by the heavy rain.
"The gift of liberation! The first dance, the sound of the piano!" Rikka's eyes were filled with ice at this moment, and she even displayed her signature swordsmanship.
An inexplicable aura of wild beasts filled the small courtyard, and sword auras scattered in the wind. Although the raindrops were not completely blocked, the area doubled as before.
Boom, who was leaning against the door, shook his head again. Although Shindo Rikka's swordsmanship can be said to be exquisite, its duration is always a big problem.
As expected, "First Dance" disappeared three minutes after being released. But the heavy rain rushed towards Rikka like a villain.
Rikka's attack power is very strong, and coupled with her tan skin that is not afraid of fighting spirit and magic, she will never lose to any high-level warrior.
But after getting along with each other for more than a year, Boom has also completely grasped Rikka's weaknesses. Rikka is an explosive breakthrough player, but he is definitely not the leader of the tug-of-war.
Boom has told Rikka this problem many times, and the two have had countless late-night conversations. But the problem still exists, and there is still no solution.
Rikka can smash the wall of the black cell with one hand, but she can't carry a heavy load on the rock. Rikka can fight one against three, but she can't be locked in a hard fight for a long time.
This may be a kind of balance, just as if a person wants something, he must pay a corresponding price. Although Rikka is naturally strong, her endurance has become a fatal weakness.
"First dance, first dance, first dance..." The gloomy sky passed by little by little, but Rikka's face became increasingly ugly.
She is very tired now, wants to eat sugar cake, and wants to get into bed and fall asleep. However, in order to become stronger and to protect her brother in the future, she chooses to continue to fight against the heavy rain.
However, the sword technique of the Gift of Liberation had long been deformed and distorted, and even in the end, Rikka no longer had the strength to even raise her hands.
She lowered her head and let the heavy rain pour down on her body. Rikka now felt very aggrieved. She was confused as to why she had never made any progress, just like a cursed waste.
The sky is getting darker and darker, tears and moonlight merge into one, red and swollen little hands, helpless eyes.
The night wind is blowing, Rikka has not finished cooking today, and Boom has been leaning against the door. The heavy rain has dispersed, and the stars are dotted in the sky.
The bearskin that had been roasted by the fire came quietly, but Rikka did not get up and was still squatting on the ground. Seeing this, Boom had no choice but to forcefully carry Rikka back into the house.
Hot tea with white smoke curling up, slightly burnt bacon slices, and a few pieces of bread. Rikka's eyes were red, and Boom was feeding her slowly as if taking care of a baby.
"Hey, brother, aren't you useless? Why can't you become more powerful?" Rikka sipped the hot tea, but then changed it to milk.
"Be more powerful? Just be a human being! A thirteen-year-old high-level warrior, what else do you want?" Boom sighed, his eyes full of complexity.
"Those are all natural. People also want to become stronger through their own efforts like my brother." Rikka poked the sugar cake with her hand, but in the end she still pushed it to Boom.
"Does anyone in this world care about the process? Being strong means being strong. Just like no one cares about how you kill the enemy. They will only listen to the bragging of the winner."
Boom replied softly while eating the sugar cake. In his opinion, Rikka's worries were purely asking for trouble, and could even be called unfounded worries.
Whether it is success or failure, they are all relative terms. There is no absolute and unique standard for them, let alone the so-called clear boundaries.
A person who has enough to eat is a success compared to the poor. But compared to the nobles, it is a failure.
What Boom always wants to correct is not Rikka's cultivation, nor is it strong or weak. He wants Rikka to know what "people" are and what "humanity" is.
The magic crystal shadow lamp went out, and Boom and Rikka nestled in the bear skin. The former always paid attention to each other's expression, while the latter gradually returned to his usual behavior.
Through Boom's enlightenment, Rikka also understood that she was too stubborn. So she is currently eating snacks and reading the magic monthly magazine.
"Rikka, I have a suggestion. I have been thinking about this for a long time. Do you want to hear it?" Boom leaned into Rikka's ear and asked softly.
"Brother, usually when you say something like this, you are either asking someone to do something for you, or you are trying to make things difficult for them."
Rikka waved the black wood and chanted the space spell accurately. But she was not a magician, so naturally she could only count it as a game.
"I want to send you to the Principality Academy to practice, so that you can not only get in touch with more peers, but maybe you can also find a way to break through the restrictions." Boom slowly expressed his thoughts.
"Uh... I'm not going! I have to stay with my brother every day. This matter ends here. If my brother mentions it again, I will run away from home!"
Although Boom has always longed for the college life described in the novel, she cares about Boom more and does not want to be separated from him.
Boom saw this and stopped trying to persuade him, but he always felt that students who could enter a certain principality were considered orthodox professionals, even if Rikka was a contracted beast.
The fire gradually weakened, and Boom had already entered a dream. The room was quiet, but Rikka secretly came to the yard.
Mosquitoes and night moths kept flying in the air, and Rikka's hands turned into short blades again. Since we can't compete with nature, we should settle for the next best thing and treat these little things as objects of cultivation.
The gift of liberation swordsmanship continued to be used, and Rikka's figure instantly turned into an afterimage. More and more insect corpses were accumulated on the ground. This battle continued until dawn, and continued until Boom woke up the next day.