Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 687 Desensitization Training for an Easily Anxious Elf Girl
Feeling the progress, the swordswoman quickly became immersed in the rapid improvement of her swordsmanship under the precise guidance of the Saiyan boy.

However, as the first movement was fine-tuned to its final stage, and Broly suggested changing the sword-swinging motion, Ais, who also possessed considerable swordsmanship skills, noticed something amiss.

"I can tell that I still have room for improvement, so why do you want me to change my movements?"

The swordswoman asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Then you'll probably have to take off your breastplate and let me lie on your back so I can feel the power in your back. Then you'll have to agree to let me put my hands on your chest so I can feel the power in your chest muscles before I can continue to fine-tune it."

Broly answered honestly that his personalized instruction required a thorough understanding of the subject's body. He had only met the swordswoman yesterday, and his body hadn't been thoroughly familiarized with by him yet, so this was the best he could do.

Broly thought that would be the end of it, since a woman's breasts are a rather sensitive area, but to his surprise, the swordswoman only said one thing after listening: "Is it really necessary to do this?"

Then, without saying a word, she took off her breastplate, squatted down and carried him on her back. After noticing that the boy's hand didn't touch her directly, she turned her head and asked, "Don't you feel the muscles in my chest working?"

Broly: "..."

The swordswoman seemed to have no idea what shyness was, much like her childhood ignorance of gender.

Since the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with it, Broly stopped being coy.

Anyway, in the end, this girl in front of him will be his wife, so there's nothing wrong with them being a little intimate.

He pressed himself against Ais's back, his hands slipping under her armpits like an octopus, trying to maximize the contact between their bodies, hoping to gain a deeper understanding of her power generation and energy application.

However, while he was fine, the little girl who was doing combat training nearby and happened to glance over and discover their intimate embrace encountered a problem.

"Miss Lily, watch out!"

A green-skinned orc monster approached the dwarf girl from the side and behind, distracting Lily Luca. The white-haired boy noticed her unusual behavior and quickly warned her.

But before the dwarf girl could react, a series of incantations were recited by the elven girl who had been watching them intently.

A sky full of fiery magic arrows appeared out of thin air, and in the next instant, they seemed to be flying off at Lily Luca and Bell as if they were free.

A rumbling sound rang out, and the ground of the tenth level of the dungeon labyrinth shook violently. After the shaking subsided, the monsters that had been used as sparring partners were all reduced to ashes.

Bell and Lily were dumbfounded, staring at the scorched earth around them. The elven girl's attack magic hadn't hit them, but the fierce output had wiped out all the accumulated debris and magic stones on the ground.

At this moment, Broly had also gotten off the swordswoman and walked over. He looked at Lefia, who seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, with some confusion, not understanding what the elf girl was doing.

Of course, Broly could understand why the other party used magic to help Bell and Lily get out of danger, but he couldn't understand why the other party would kill all the other monsters that were used as practice targets.

"Uh, did I go too far?"

Lefia breathed a sigh of relief, and only after noticing the astonished looks from the others did she realize what was happening and asked in a low voice.

"Miss Lefia, can you tell me what just happened?"

Broly asked the question. He had noticed Lily's situation when Bell shouted, and based on his assumption, the little girl should have been able to react completely.

“Lefia has a tendency to get nervous. Although her magic control skills are fine, she inevitably experiences magic disorder when she is nervous, such as being unable to use magic or overusing it.”

When the elf girl was unsure how to answer, the swordswoman came over and helped explain.

"I'm sorry, I went too far."

Lefia lowered her head, blushing slightly. She had wanted to help Miss Ais, and Mr. Broly had entrusted her with the care of his junior, considering her a reliable senior adventurer. Yet, she was now displaying such immaturity.

Although the fire magic didn't hit Miss Lily Luca and Mr. Bell, the scene must have been unsettling.

Perhaps Mr. Broly will use his concern as a reason to suspend Miss Ais's swordsmanship instruction.

“I see. So, Miss Lefia…”

"Ah, I'm here!"

"Why don't you try to overcome your nervousness?"

Broly asked.

"Eh?!"

Lefia looked at the boy with some surprise.

"May I?"

"of course."

Broly answered without hesitation, but then added a sentence at the end.

"However, if I can help you overcome your nervousness, you'll need to pay me a corresponding price, just like Miss Ais did, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, the elven girl gave an affirmative answer without the slightest hesitation: "No problem, Mr. Broly. If you can really help me overcome my tendency to get nervous, I am willing to pay any price."

She also wanted to help her companions, rather than often being a hindrance.

Lily Luca: "..."

Before she could even become friends with the elf girl, Broly had already successfully set a trap and gotten her into it.

“Miss Ais, your swordsmanship instruction may need to be paused for a while. I need to ask Miss Lefia why she is so nervous.”

Broly looked at the swordswoman and said.

"I have no problem."

Ais answered without hesitation.

If Rafia can overcome her tendency to get nervous with the boy's help.

Missing a day or two of sword practice is perfectly fine and something she can accept.

Broly nodded and then asked Lefia why she was nervous.

He quickly arrived at the corresponding conclusion.

“Miss Lefia, this shows that you lack confidence in your own abilities, and this is related to the fact that your companions are much stronger than you, making you feel that you can’t do anything well.”

"Mr. Broly, you are absolutely right. So, may I ask, is there any good way to resolve my situation?"

Rafia eagerly awaited his question.

“The solution is simple.”

"What is it?"

"You just need to become stronger than your companions."

"Ah, this..."

Lefia looked disappointed.

"what happened?"

Broly looked at the disappointed girl, somewhat puzzled.

“Mr. Broly, your method is indeed both a temporary and permanent solution, but the problem is, if I can become stronger than my companions, then I won’t have this lack of confidence.”

"Lefia said weakly."

"I can help you become stronger."

Broly said.

"Eh?!"

The elven girl looked over in surprise and asked, "But how can you help me become stronger?"

"It's very simple, you just need to learn swordsmanship from me."

Broly's answer left Lefia's expression momentarily blank.

The elven girl first looked at the magic wand in her hand before reminding her, "But I'm a magician, and I've never touched a sword before."

“No problem. Four days ago, I was also a complete novice in swordsmanship, but under Brother Broly’s guidance, I have already mastered a pretty good swordsmanship today.”

Lily Luca stepped forward to offer her own perspective, and her words drew the attention of both the elven girl and the swordswoman. Judging from the actual battle between the dwarf girl and the monster, it was impossible to tell that just four days ago, she was someone who knew nothing about swordsmanship.

“If someone like me, who was just a supporter four days ago, can do it, then a powerful Lv.3 adventurer like Miss Lefia can definitely do it too.”

"Then... shall I give it a try?!"

Lefia seemed to have gained a little confidence.

Broly simply taught the elven girl the correct sword-wielding technique and then had her directly engage in combat with the monsters reborn from the dungeon.

“Miss Lefia, don’t be nervous. With your Lv.3 ability, even without using magic, dealing with a goblin should be a piece of cake.”

Encouraged by the boy, Lefia took the sword her companion had lent her and went into battle.

The goblin charged at her, and she quickly killed it with her sword.

but……

The elven girl closed her eyes and wildly swung her longsword to kill him.

She completely forgot about the correct sword-wielding technique, and looked extremely flustered.

"Miss Lefia, please stop swinging your sword recklessly. You've already killed the goblin."

Hearing this, the elven girl stopped. "Now you should realize your own strength. Let's try Earth Spirit again."

Broly had originally intended to gradually increase the difficulty of the monsters the elf girl faced with her sword, but after seeing how haphazardly she swung her sword, he felt it would be better to start with the weakest monsters as opponents.

However, Broly had to admit that it was difficult to help Lefia regain her confidence by defeating the weakest monsters. After the elven girl had killed more than a dozen of the weakest monsters, and Lefia was almost injured by them, Broly realized that it was hard to make Lefia less nervous.

This isn't just a matter of the elven girl lacking confidence in her own abilities; it's that she simply wasn't prepared to become a fighter.

To put it more vividly, Lefia is not a warrior, but more like a common girl with excellent warrior equipment.

She lacks the decisiveness to use the weapons she possesses, such as magic or swords; her mindset is completely inadequate.

"Yes, I'm sorry. You told me not to close my eyes, but I always do."

Lefia knew she had performed terribly and bowed in apology.

"It's okay. Your closed eyes just prove that you are more delicate and sensitive."

Broly waved his hand, as if it wasn't a big problem.

"Eh?!"

Lefia was a little surprised that she didn't hear any blame or sighs, and then she heard the boy's next words.

"I know how to correct this situation, but the process might be uncomfortable for you. I don't know if you can accept it?"

"Ah, I can."

Upon hearing this, Lefia was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded in response.

"Okay, then..."

Broly drew his sword, and it almost grazed the tip of Lefia's ear.

The icy yet dangerous touch sent shivers down the elf girl's spine in an instant.

"Ah~"

As Broly drew his sword again, the tip grazing the skin just before his throat, the elven girl, finally realizing what was happening, let out a shrill scream.

"Qiang~"

Broly's sword was quickly stopped.

"Mr. Broly, what are you doing?"

The one who stopped him was the swordswoman. She snatched the longsword from the elf girl's hand and parried Broly's short sword.

“Miss Rafia is too sensitive. I’m doing desensitization training for her.”

Broly explained.

"But you almost hurt her."

The swordswoman said that Broly's sword just now almost slit the elf girl's throat.

"Please rest assured, I am very confident in my swordsmanship. Even if Miss Lefia moves around randomly, it will be the same. Moreover, I know healing magic, so even if she is injured, I can help her recover."

Sword Maiden frowned; the boy's answer failed to satisfy her, and she showed no intention of giving up her place.

"Judging from your expression, I roughly know why Miss Lefia is in this situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Your Loki Familia have protected her too well; she probably hasn't experienced any dangerous battles, right?!"

Broly said it with certainty.

"Are you trying to say that it's because of us that Lefia developed a tendency to get nervous easily?"

Ais's words brought the elven girl back to her senses from her terror.

"Ah, no, it's not like that, it's because of myself..."

The elven girl began to explain, but before she could finish, the boy interrupted her.

"It may not be a subjective reason, but it is an objective reason."

Broly drew his sword and confronted the swordswoman.

Beside them, Belle and Lily were already quite dumbfounded.

Broly's sudden sword strike just now was something they hadn't expected.

The boy's aggressive posture and the imposing aura he exuded during the attack almost made them believe that he was really going to kill the elf girl, and that the strategy was literally a strategy, meaning to conquer or kill.

"Isn't there a gentler way?"

Ais asked the question, just when she thought she would get a negative answer from the boy.

Broly, on the other side, nodded, sheathed his sword, and said, "Yes, there are, but a gentler desensitization method that may not be immediately effective."

Ais paused for a moment, then sheathed her sword before saying, "Lefia cannot handle overly stimulating desensitization training, Mr. Broly. Please be gentler with this child."

"That depends on what she thinks."

Broly replied before looking at the elven girl.

"Miss Lefia, is that what you think too?"

The Fiora turned around, and the elf girl had already calmed down, knowing that the boy hadn't really wanted to kill her.

However, the near-death experience she had just narrowly escaped left the elven girl still feeling lingering fear.

She thought for a moment, then replied with a wry smile, "If possible, please be gentle."

"If that's the case, then..."

Broly took out a rope, picked up the stick that the goblin had dropped, tied it together, and hung it on a white tree.

“Miss Rafia, please stand here and close your eyes.”

Broly pointed to the empty space in front of the stick and said.

"Ah, this is it?"

Lefia was somewhat confused.

"I'm going to shake the stick in a bit. All you need to do is try to dodge the shaking stick while keeping your eyes closed."

"Eh?!"

"Although this is blindfolded avoidance training, in a sense it is also a kind of desensitization training. Although I personally feel that you are more likely to get injured this way, such as getting a bump on your forehead, it is not as good as the desensitization training where I can control the force of your sword swings. However, I am willing to respect your choice."

Lefia: "..."

. . . .

Time flew by, and dusk fell. The group of five emerged from the underground city.

Lefia walked beside the swordswoman, her hand covering her forehead.

Although the swelling on her forehead caused by the wooden stick had been healed by the boy, she still felt a bit of phantom pain.

“Mr. Broly, you can actually manage this all by yourself, right?”

Lefia asked with a hint of regret.

Because while the boy was in the dungeon, he was training her to dodge wooden sticks with her eyes closed, instructing Miss Ais on swordsmanship, and occasionally reminding Miss Lily and Mr. Bell of their mistakes.

Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the boy's terrifying ability to control the situation, just like the leader of their clan.

"It's possible to supervise, but it will distract you, which will lead to a decline in the quality of swordsmanship instruction."

Broly wasn't lying.

Due to time constraints, only a small portion of the instruction on the swordsmanship of the sword maiden was provided.

The meticulous, close-fitting adjustment could not proceed.

"Woo..."

Lefia was a little hurt, and felt a sense of guilt towards Miss Ais, as if she was holding the girl back.

"It's alright, Lefia. I feel that my swordsmanship has improved a lot after training all day today."

Ais noticed the girl's self-blame and offered a word of comfort before asking, "But what about you? Have you managed to overcome your tendency to get nervous easily?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I don't know. I just feel like my forehead is buzzing from being hit by the swinging wooden stick today, and I feel like I'm more resistant to being hit by sticks now."

Rafia still lacked confidence in this.

"Don't worry, my training is effective. When Miss Lefia is hit in the face with a wooden stick, she will subconsciously shrink her neck."

By the afternoon of training, she rarely showed any signs of injury. Instead of cowering and waiting to be hit, she had learned to try to dodge in order to reduce the damage from the sticks.

(End of this chapter)