Body command feeding world

The morning mist hadn't completely dissipated, and a faint light was already appearing at the edge of the playground at Yuying Middle School. Lin Ye woke up almost an hour earlier than usual, and instead of going to the familiar basketball court, he headed straight for the abandoned equipment room on the west side of the playground. His backpack contained "Basic Techniques of the Long Spear" and "Key Points of Cold Weapon Power Generation," which he had borrowed from the library yesterday, along with a black wristband that Ye Hong had thoughtfully given him; the soft fabric provided a reassuring warmth against his wrist.

The broken old prop gun still leaned against the corner of the wall, its rough, glaring edge unseen, but Lin Ye's gaze didn't linger on it for a moment. After a night of reflection, the anger and resentment in his heart had long since vanished, leaving only an increasingly clear and resolute determination. Chen Ze thought that destroying a gun would extinguish his passion, but little did he know that this passion had already taken root in his heart, slowly spreading along his bloodline, becoming a desire etched into his very bones.

Today, he has no gun to practice with, but he is not lost.

Lin Ye walked to the open space in the center of the equipment room, closed his eyes, and slowly regulated his breathing. Every diagram and every line of text in the book automatically appeared in his mind: grip the gun with even force at the knuckles, feet shoulder-width apart, center of gravity in the dantian, power originating from the feet, transmitted through the waist, reaching the arms, and ending at the tip of the gun. Even though this was the first time he had systematically memorized these techniques, those movements seemed to be engraved deep in his soul; just thinking about them made his body naturally feel familiar.

It's as if... a master of marksmanship already resides within his body.

Lin Ye slowly raised his arm, his palm loosely clenched, mimicking the posture of holding a gun. Although the gun barrel was not in his hand, his fingertips, wrist, and arm were precisely positioned in the standard gun-holding posture. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation; every angle and every exertion of force perfectly matched the description in the book.

He slowly took a step forward, left foot in front, right foot behind, his center of gravity steadily sinking. In an instant, a calm aura emanated from him, shedding the carefree attitude of youth and gaining a refined sharpness.

"Thrust."

Lin Ye silently recited the mantra in his mind, then suddenly thrust his arm forward. The movement was crisp and clean, the force deep yet not stiff, fast yet not chaotic, the air cut through by his fingertips, producing a slight whistling sound. This move seemed simple, but it required a high degree of concentration of the whole body's strength. Even if an ordinary person practiced for a week according to the book, it would be difficult to grasp the essence of generating power.

But Lin Ye did it on his first try.

He withdrew his arm and thrust it out again, each movement smoother and more precise than the last. From slashing and sweeping to parrying and circling, the six basic techniques unfolded slowly in his hands. There was no real spear, yet every movement was fluid and effortless, as if he were truly wielding a sharp spear, creating an impenetrable spear shadow in the morning mist.

With each exertion of force, his body provides the most precise feedback; with each change of move, his muscles naturally follow the rhythm. Those obscure and difficult techniques of force exertion and weight transfer, which seem like heavenly scriptures to others, are like instincts to Lin Ye. He doesn't need to consciously think; his body knows how to stand, how to turn, and how to exert force, as if he has practiced this set of spear techniques hundreds of times.

Lin Ye became more and more engrossed in his practice, but also more and more alarmed.

He could clearly feel a long-dormant power within his body, slowly awakening with each swing of his gun and each change of technique. It wasn't brute force, but a profound sense of control—control over his body, control over the rhythm, control over the flow of power.

This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

When playing basketball, he relies on reaction and agility; but when practicing shooting, he relies on instinct ingrained in his bones. It's as if an unseen master marksman guides every movement within his body, correcting every deviation, allowing him to instantly leapfrog the clumsy introductory stage from a clueless beginner to a smooth and proficient one.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, falling on the floor of the equipment room and illuminating the boy's focused profile. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Ye's forehead, his breathing was slightly rapid, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his movements did not stop for a moment.

After mastering the six basic forms, he seamlessly transitioned into variations, sweeping the spear followed by striking, then thrusting, each movement linked to the next in one fluid motion. Without the weight of the spear shaft hindering his movements, his actions became even lighter and more agile, yet each strike carried a steady, penetrating power. No longer the awkward, tentative movements of the previous night, he had truly mastered the art of spear fighting.

Only after completing the entire set of movements did Lin Ye slowly stop, straighten his body, and exhale a long breath.

His heartbeat was steady and powerful, and his muscles were slightly sore, yet he felt a sense of exhilarating comfort. He looked down at his hands, the tactile sensation of simulating holding a gun still lingering on his fingertips, and his understanding of marksmanship became even clearer.

Just then, light footsteps came from the door of the equipment room.

Lin Ye turned around and saw Wang Dahai running over, panting, carrying two schoolbags on his back. His round face was covered in sweat, and he was holding a bag of warm milk and bread. When he saw Lin Ye standing in the center of the field, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked in.

"Brother Ye! I knew you'd be here! I was worried you hadn't eaten breakfast, so I went out of my way to buy it for you!" Wang Dahai handed Lin Ye his backpack and breakfast, his tone full of admiration. "I was watching from the doorway for ages. What was that you just doing? It was so cool! To be so imposing even without a gun, I was really impressed!"

Although he didn't know anything about marksmanship, he could clearly sense the calm and sharp aura emanating from Lin Ye. Completely different from his usual carefree and indifferent brother, Lin Ye now had bright eyes, an upright posture, and exuded a convincing sense of power.

Lin Ye accepted the breakfast, his heart warmed. He knew Wang Dahai was always a sleeper, so the fact that he got up so early today and even brought him breakfast was all because he was worried about him.

"I just practiced the basic movements." Lin Ye opened the milk, took a sip, and the warm liquid slid down his throat, relieving his fatigue. "It felt... much smoother than I expected."

"Absolutely! Who is my brother Ye? He learns everything so fast!" Wang Dahai chuckled, praising without reservation. "By the way, I passed by the martial arts club's bulletin board this morning and checked for you. Registration starts this morning during the long break. The club has wooden and rubber guns for training, which are safe and standardized, a hundred times better than the prop guns we had before!"

Lin Ye nodded; this was exactly what he had planned. Without proper equipment, one could only practice the form without understanding the essence. To truly master marksmanship, one needed proper training equipment.

The two sat on a wooden crate in the equipment room, quietly eating breakfast. The morning breeze, carrying a cool dampness, felt especially comfortable on their burning skin. Wang Dahai chattered on about the rumors surrounding the martial arts club, saying that the coach was very skilled, there weren't many members, and the atmosphere was quiet, making it particularly suitable for Lin Ye. Lin Ye listened while silently sensing the state of his body.

After practicing a set of empty gun techniques, he clearly realized his shortcomings.

Insufficient strength, lack of endurance, and unstable core.

The movements just now were performed instinctively, but with each exertion, my arms felt slightly sore; after a series of changes in technique, my breathing became rapid; and when shifting my weight, my core strength clearly couldn't keep up. Spear techniques emphasize the unity of body and spear; the body is the foundation. If the body is not strong enough, even the most exquisite spear techniques cannot unleash their true power.

The gun master within his body could guide his movements, but could not strengthen his muscles and bones.

Lin Ye instantly understood one thing—to master a gun, simply practicing techniques is far from enough; physical training is the foundation of everything.

Spear technique is not just for show; every move requires the support of the entire body. Arm strength ensures the power of the swing, waist and abdomen ensure the stability of the center of gravity, legs ensure the stability of the stance, and endurance ensures long-term training. Without a strong body, even the best spear technique is just a castle in the air.

Once the thought arises, it can never be suppressed.

Lin Ye put down the milk carton, his eyes hardening with determination. He looked at Wang Dahai and said earnestly, "Dahai, starting today, we'll come here every morning. I'll practice shooting, and you'll train with me. Push-ups, squats, planks—let's build up our basic physical fitness first."

Wang Dahai hesitated for a moment, then immediately patted his chest and agreed, "No problem! Brother Ye, whatever you want to train, I'll train with you! It's just physical training, right? Leave it to me! From now on, I'll get up early every day to train with you, and we'll get stronger together!"

Although he was afraid of getting tired, he was willing to do anything for Lin Ye and for what his brothers liked.

Looking at his honest and earnest expression, Lin Ye smiled faintly. With such a close friend by his side, even the most tedious training would become more enjoyable.

After breakfast, the two packed their things and headed towards the teaching building. The campus was already bustling with activity; students were entering their classrooms in twos and threes, their laughter filling the air. Passing the basketball court, a classmate invited Lin Ye to play, but he politely declined with a smile.

Now, besides his brothers and friends, he has something else he wants to do his best to do well—practice shooting and improve his physical fitness.

The first class was the homeroom teacher's Chinese class. Lin Ye listened attentively as usual, but his thoughts occasionally drifted to his spear skills and physical training. In the blank space of his textbook, he silently wrote down a simple training plan: practice spear skills and basic physical training in the morning, borrow a spear from the martial arts club for practice after school in the afternoon, and consolidate spear skills before going to bed at night.

The ideas are clear and the objectives are well-defined.

Sitting in the front row, Ye Hong seemed to notice Lin Ye's change. She glanced back discreetly and found that Lin Ye's eyes were brighter than usual, his posture was more upright, and his previously carefree aura had faded, replaced by a more composed and energetic demeanor. A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, and she felt silently happy for him.

She knew that Lin Ye was definitely sticking to his passion and getting better and better.

Bai Xiaoyu also noticed Lin Ye's change. As the class monitor, he was always observant, and Lin Ye's transformation from his initial indifference and casualness to his current bright eyes and upright posture was obvious. He didn't ask any questions, but silently acknowledged in his heart that Lin Ye was a person of principle, and once he set his mind on something, he would definitely do it well.

As the bell rang for the long break, Lin Ye and Wang Dahai headed straight for the martial arts club's registration point.

The martial arts club was located in an empty classroom behind the gymnasium. It wasn't a large space, but it was clean and tidy. A row of wooden guns and rubber guns, as well as training equipment such as knives and swords, lined the wall. Training rules and diagrams of moves were posted on the wall. The club president was a senior in high school. He had a gentle personality and immediately handed Lin Ye a form when he came to register.

"Hey kid, I've seen you practicing shooting in the equipment room. Your movements are very precise, you don't look like a beginner at all, you're very talented," the senior student said with a smile. "Our club happens to be short of people who like long weapons. If you join, the instructor will definitely give you special attention."

Lin Ye was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the martial arts club had seen him practicing his shooting that morning.

He took the form, filled in the information carefully, and officially became a member of the martial arts club.

The president immediately picked up a standard training wooden gun from the wall and handed it to Lin Ye: "Try it. This wooden gun is of moderate weight and standard length, making it perfect for beginners to practice with."

Lin Ye reached out and took the wooden gun.

The moment his palm touched the wooden gun barrel, a warm and substantial feel washed over him. The weight was just right, the length moderate, perfectly fitting his hand and body. The instant he gripped the gun barrel, that familiar feeling surged within him once more—as if a sleeping master of marksmanship had been instantly awakened. His arms automatically adjusted their posture, his feet naturally settled, and his center of gravity steadily lowered.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause.

The president and the members present were all immediately impressed.

When a novice takes the wooden gun, they either grip it incorrectly or lose their balance, making it difficult to even stand still. But Lin Ye, from the moment he picked it up, displayed an extremely standard posture, with a calm demeanor and focused eyes, completely befitting a veteran.

Lin Ye took a deep breath and slowly swung the wooden spear according to the moves he had practiced that morning.

"Whoosh—"

The wooden spear sliced ​​through the air with a clear, sharp sound. Thrusting, chopping, sweeping, and parrying—the six basic techniques were executed flawlessly in one fluid motion, with steady force and precise trajectory; each move landed precisely in the most ideal position. In his hands, the wooden spear seemed to come alive, no longer a cold weapon, but an extension of his arm, perfectly integrated with his body.

His gun-wielding instincts were fully awakened, guiding every movement. His exertion, changes of technique, and recovery were all flawlessly fluid, his power perfectly controlled—neither too forceful to cause imbalance nor too weak to appear feeble.

The basic drill, which lasted only one minute, left everyone present stunned.

"My God...that's amazing!"

"This is a newbie? I feel like they're even better than the seniors who've been training for a year!"

"Body and gun as one, this is what the coach meant by body and gun as one!"

The club president, utterly astonished, couldn't help but exclaim, "Lin Ye, you're incredibly talented! I've never seen a newcomer who can reach this level on their very first time holding a gun. You're a natural-born marksman!"

Lin Ye holstered his gun and stood up, a slight ripple stirring in his heart.

Holding the wooden gun felt more grounded and intuitive than practicing with a simulator. The weight, length, and feel of the wooden gun were perfectly suited to his body, allowing his gun-fighting instincts to merge seamlessly with the real weapon, elevating his mastery of gunplay to a new level.

He could clearly feel that the wooden gun was like a part of his body, and he could use it at will, as if it were his own arm.

"I will practice hard," Lin Ye said softly, his tone full of determination.

He knew this was just the beginning. His physical limitations remained, and he would have to put in much more effort to achieve true mastery.

When Lin Ye left the martial arts club, he had already made an appointment with the club president to come for training every afternoon after school. The wooden spear didn't need to be returned; it could be temporarily stored in the equipment room for his morning practice.

Back in the classroom, Wang Dahai was still excitedly showing off Lin Ye's marksmanship to the students around him, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone. Ye Hong walked up to Lin Ye, holding a piece of drawing paper in her hand, and gently handed it to him.

"Lin Ye, congratulations on joining the martial arts club." Ye Hong's voice was soft, her eyes full of joy. "This is what I drew this morning. Take a look and see if you like it."

On the drawing paper, there is a young boy holding a long spear, standing tall in the morning light, the tip of the spear gleaming softly. The lines are gentle, the style is clean, and it is exactly what it looks like when Lin Ye is practicing his spear.

Lin Ye took the drawing paper, feeling a warmth in his heart. He looked at Ye Hong and thanked her earnestly, "It's very beautiful. Thank you, Ye Hong."

"You're welcome." Ye Hong's cheeks flushed slightly as she gently shook her head. "May I come and cheer you on during your training sessions? I won't disturb you; I'll just quietly read my book next to you."

"Okay." Lin Ye nodded in agreement.

Bai Xiaoyu also came over, holding a printed campus physical training chart, and handed it to Lin Ye: "I see you're starting to pay attention to physical training. This is a physical training plan I compiled, suitable for beginners, scientific and safe. You can follow it. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Lin Ye took the training sheet, which detailed the daily training content, number of sets, duration, and precautions. It was well-organized and meticulous.

Looking at his friend who genuinely cared about him, Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart.

Without Chen Ze's meddling, without pointless disputes, only the support, encouragement, and companionship of friends, and only his own persistence and pursuit of his passion, these days were peaceful and fulfilling, filling him with motivation.

After school in the afternoon, Lin Ye arrived at the martial arts club as promised.

Under the coach's guidance, he began systematic training. The coach originally intended to teach him from the basic postures step by step, but to his surprise, Lin Ye's movements were extremely precise from the start, and he even grasped many advanced techniques instantly. The coach was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming that he had found a genius, and imparted all his knowledge to him.

Lin Ye learned extremely quickly. He could remember what the coach said after hearing it once, and replicate it after one demonstration. It was as if the master marksman within him was working in tandem with his real-life coach, making his progress at an astonishing pace.

From basic moves to simple combinations, and then to footwork transitions, his spear skills improved significantly in just one hour of training. The wooden spear became increasingly agile in his hands, the sound of it cutting through the air was crisp and powerful, his posture was steady, and his aura gradually grew.

During training breaks, Lin Ye did not rest, but instead began physical training according to the training schedule given by Bai Xiaoyu.

He performed each exercise with precision and seriousness: push-ups, squats, planks, and lunges. He knew clearly that only by strengthening his body could he perfect his marksmanship. The body is the vessel that holds the intent of the gun; only when the vessel is strong enough can it contain greater power.

Wang Dahai stayed by his side, training with him, sweating profusely but still gritting his teeth and persevering. Ye Hong sat on the steps not far away, watching quietly, holding a book in her hands, but her gaze remained fixed on the sweating boy, her eyes full of tenderness and appreciation.

As the sun sets, its golden rays bathe the training field, casting a warm glow on the boys' figures.

Lin Ye gripped the wooden spear and swung it again. This time, his movements were more steady and powerful, his steps more stable, and his strength more abundant. The spear tip sliced ​​through the setting sun, drawing a beautiful arc, precise and sharp.

He could clearly feel that he was becoming more and more skilled and proficient in using a gun.

His gun-wielding instincts fully awakened, perfectly merging with his flesh, will, and movements. Every swing of the gun felt instinctive; every exertion of force was perfectly timed. He was no longer imitating, but truly mastering gun-wielding, as if it were innate, a skill he was born with.

At the same time, he also understood more deeply: no matter how skillful the spear technique, one cannot stand without a strong body; the stronger the body, the sharper the spear intent.

To become a true master, one must not only master the techniques but also hone one's body. Only when techniques and body become one, and the intent of the spear and will be in harmony, can one reach the true pinnacle.

As training ended, dusk was already falling. Lin Ye, carrying his wooden rifle, walked side by side with Wang Dahai and Ye Hong along the campus path. A gentle evening breeze carried the youthful passion and enthusiasm, casting long, elongated shadows of the three under the streetlights.

Lin Ye looked down at the wooden gun in his hand, then at his friends beside him, and a genuine and firm smile appeared on his lips.

His journey in marksmanship has only just begun.

His journey to improve his physical fitness has officially begun.

The inner master of marksmanship will guide him forward; his closest friends will accompany him on his journey. And he himself will give his all, persevering with this sudden passion until he reaches the pinnacle of skill.

The boy holds a gun, yet his heart holds mountains and seas.

The road ahead is long, but it also holds glory.