The Martial Unity

The technique whose training he found quite interesting was that of the Fauna Flow technique. It required him to master non-verbal communication. It was like learning a new language, except it had universal rules that could be reverse-engineered and followed. What really helped about the language was that the Mind Palace technique could greatly aid in the learning of the technique.

Once Rui was done understanding the training procedures of each of the techniques, he immediately headed out to the training facilities for each technique.

“How many techniques is it this time?” Squire Dylon asked, before pausing. “No, wait, let me guess. Five? Six?”

“Six.” Rui confirmed.

“Of course it’s six.” He snorted. “Well, what technique is it this time?”

“Reverberating Lance.” Rui raised the scroll.

“Good pick.” He admitted. “Good technique. Allows you to take down things far bigger and tougher than you. You’ve memorized the training regime, right?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

The training regime designed by the Martial Academy for the training of the vibrational capabilities needed for the technique was quite fascinating. It relied on a body suit that covered every inch of the body except for the head.

The body suit was actually a piece of technology with the ability to vibrate any and all parts of the body suit in any direction, as controlled by a remote device. The Martial Artist needed to wear the body suit with the aim of negating and canceling the vibrations produced by the suit with the oscillations of one’s own movements. Thus, if the suit vibrated the hand, the Martial Artist was to vibrate their arm in the opposite directions such that there were no net vibrations left because the two vibrations canceled each other.

The difficulty of the exercise rose when the frequency and speed of the vibrations also increased, requiring even greater vibrations from the user. Every time the user grew fully comfortable with a certain frequency and speed, the difficulty would be increased by one percent. Over the span of a few months, the net growth in the speed and frequency would grow well past human limitations.

Then the next phase of the training stage would teach the Martial Artist how to apply the vibration in the correct manner to permeate the impacts of strikes deeper into the body. It required accurate timing and placement of the vibrations, otherwise, the impact would simply not permeate well.

“Alright, the suit is adjusted.” Squire Dylon remarked. “Let’s get started with some basic arm vibrations at low setting.”

Dylon fiddled with a device to get the suit vibrating. Rui quickly reacted before vibrating in the opposite direction, canceling out the vibrations and causing his arm to go still.

The difficulty increased progressively until Rui was no longer able to cancel them out.

“Alright, this is your limit, we’ll stop here until you’re able to cancel vibrations of this level.”

A few hours quickly passed by.

“Damn.” Rui muttered, rubbing his sore arm. “I couldn’t get any higher.”

“It’s your first day.” Squire Dylon replied, shrugging. “It’s to be expected.”

Once he was done with experiencing the training regime for the Reverberating Lance technique, he quickly moved to the training facilities for all the remaining techniques.

At the end of twenty hours, he was finally done with five of the techniques he had purchased.

“Maaan that was exhausting.” He fell back into bed.

Part of it was because these techniques were all quite different from what he was normally accustomed to. Since he had gone out of his way to train with techniques that gave him brand-new capabilities that he didn’t really possess before. Of course, some were easier while others were harder. Even though three of the five techniques were of the same difficulty grade, it didn’t mean they were identical. The difficulty grades were a bit broad after all, furthermore, the compatibility of the techniques with the user mattered a lot.

Rui had a lot of fun with the Mind Mask technique. He had actually raced through the initial stage of the training at an incredible pace. Completing days worth of progress in the span of a single session. It didn’t even feel like training. The way in which he was able to exercise his imagination to create the necessary images with the necessary amount of detail and consistency was something that had fascinated the Squire Instructor of the mental techniques training facility.

Still, it wasn’t necessarily unexpected, Rui had shown incredible compatibility with mental techniques before when he mastered the Mind Palace technique to a basic mastery level in record time and then went on to elevate his mastery of the technique to a level that had simply never been reached before.

The Mind Mask training didn’t even feel like training, it was just fun. He left the training stage regretful that he couldn’t remain any longer.

He had other techniques to attend to, unfortunately.

“The Shadow Step was also smooth, much easier than I expected.” He noted. The technique was mentally demanding after it was maneuvering-demanding. To an extent, Rui was also compatible with the technique.

The third easiest technique was Flow Fauna, which also required high cognitive capabilities to an extent. “It’s just like learning another language.” He remarked.

Final Breathing was the second hardest technique of the five after the Reverberating Lance technique. Even though its difficulty grade was lower, he had no special compatibility with the technique, which meant he had to slog it out the hard way.

“But the most difficult of them all is yet to come.” Rui murmured.

He had yet to begin with the Mindmirror Symbiote implantation. It was a grade-ten Symbiote as far as difficulty went, and the only reason he had the courage to take on the Symbiote was that he had proof that he was qualified to at least attempt undertaking the Symbiote. If it wasn’t for his high compatibility with it, trying to master the technique was pure suicide. Literally. And despite his compatibility, he would need to be extremely careful with the technique.