I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She forgot about fighting.

She forgot about revenge.

At that moment, her brain completely shut down and stopped thinking.

"...Teacher..."

Her voice was barely audible, with a tremor she herself didn't even realize, as if she were about to cry.

Chapter 9: Preparing a Nightgown for Shinobu Kocho

Lynn's chest was very strong, and through the thin layer of his loungewear, Shinobu Kocho could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Each sound struck precisely on the already chaotic lake of her heart, rippling out wave after wave of shyness.

His scent, carrying the lingering aroma of sunshine on freshly washed clothes and a faint fragrance of tea, permeated her nostrils, dominating all her senses.

The smell completely short-circuited her brain.

Anger, murderous intent, revenge...

The very things that sustained her were washed away in that instant.

All that remained was a blank space, beyond any capacity for thought.

Shinobu's body was as stiff as a stone thrown into an ice cellar, unable to move.

That pretty face, which had just been as cold as ice, suddenly turned bright red, as if it were about to bleed.

This captivating blush spread rapidly from her delicate cheeks to her small earlobes, then to her slender, snow-white neck, finally disappearing like the sunset beneath the wide neckline of her T-shirt.

"Old, teacher..."

She wanted to push him away, to back away, to escape immediately from this embrace that left her feeling helpless.

But my body was completely out of my control; my limbs and bones felt as soft as if my bones had been removed, like melted honey.

Lynn looked down at the little girl in his arms, who was almost fully ripe, and felt nothing at all; he even wanted to laugh a little.

Just a moment ago she was a vengeful ghost who wanted to fight the world, but now she has turned into a steam princess who will start smoking if poked.

The contrast is so striking, it's endlessly fascinating.

He released his grip, took a small step back, and created that heart-pounding distance between them.

"It seems you've experienced it firsthand."

Lynn's calm voice, like a bucket of cold water, forcibly pulled Shinobu Kocho back from her complete mental breakdown.

"What you call a 'full-force attack' is, in my opinion, riddled with flaws."

He extended a finger and drew a line in the air, accurately reproducing the trajectory of her side kick.

"You applied the wrong force."

You rely too much on the explosive power of your calves, neglecting the core transmission from your waist and abdomen. At least 40% of the power is lost when transferring from your waist to your toes.

"The angle is wrong too."

"You chose the most direct sweeping attack, which seems fierce, but in fact it gives the enemy at least three ways to block and counterattack."

"The most foolish thing is that you gave up the possibility of backing down."

"To endure, that's not fighting, that's gambling with your life."

With each word Lynn spoke, Shinobu's face paled a little more.

Her speed, which she was so proud of, and her all-out attacks, were utterly insignificant in this man's eyes.

This is no longer a difference in skill.

This is a cognitive... dimensional reduction attack!

"This practical lesson is over." Lynn clapped his hands, ending this one-sided "bullying."

"Your foundation is too weak; you need to start from scratch."

He glanced at the courtyard, which was somewhat messy from the fight between the two, and frowned slightly.

"This place is not suitable for classes, let's find another place."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually snapped his fingers.

"Snapped."

A soft sound echoed in the quiet courtyard.

The Japanese-style courtyard before me, the cherry blossom tree that has fallen for countless years, the rustic stone table, and even the white sand beneath my feet, all seemed to melt and fade away in an instant, like a sand painting soaked in water.

The whole world turned into pure, boundless white.

The next second, countless lines emitting a faint blue light emerged from the void, crisscrossing and quickly outlining a brand new space.

The floor is pure white metal with a grid pattern, while the ceiling and walls are illuminated by soft, shadowless light.

The entire space was empty, silent, and filled with a cold, futuristic feel.

This place is like a sacred space belonging to the gods, used to calculate the truth.

Shinobu Kocho stared blankly at everything, completely losing her ability to think.

She felt that in the short one or two days since she met this teacher, she had been more shocked than in the past ten years combined.

miracle?

No, perhaps for this teacher, this really is just... a routine matter.

"Welcome to the 'Concretization Training Ground'."

Lynn's voice drifted over.

Here, we can conduct any form of simulation training without worrying about damaging my plants.

Where is your Nichirin Blade?

Shinobu Kocho suddenly realized what was happening and quickly picked up the Nichirin Blade that was lying to the side.

"very good."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction and began the actual teaching session.

"Now, forget all your previous fighting habits, forget your insect breathing, forget your flashy but impractical sword techniques."

"From now on, you only need to do one action."

"Thrust".

He walked up to Shinobu Kocho, reached out his hand, and adjusted her posture one by one with his fingers, his movements professional and meticulous.

"Relax your shoulders."

"Elbows slightly bent."

"Tighten the core, yes, right here,"

His fingers, through a thin layer of fabric, gently touched her flat stomach.

"Imagine your anger and power emanating from here, not from your arms."

Shinobu Kocho's body stiffened again, and a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

The spot where his fingertips touched felt like a tiny electric current running through it, instantly numbing half of her body.

Lynn, however, paid no attention to these details; his expression was focused, like a craftsman polishing a rough gem.

He began to explain some theories that Shinobu Kocho had never heard of before, theories that seemed like celestial scripture.

"The human body is the most sophisticated lever machine. Every exertion of force is a complete power chain. From the ankle, knee, and hip, to the lumbar spine, thoracic spine, and scapula, it is finally transmitted to your wrist and the tip of the knife."

"What I need you to do is to build an 'optimal power generation model' to maximize the use of this power chain and reduce all unnecessary energy loss."

"..."

The butterfly listened, completely bewildered.

What levers, what power chains, what energy losses...

She couldn't understand any of those words.

But she understood one thing.

What her teacher was teaching her was a completely new kind of truth, one she had never encountered before, one that was enough to overturn her entire combat system!

“It’s okay if you don’t understand,” Lynn saw through her confusion, “use your body to memorize it.”

"Let's begin. Strike repeatedly into the air in front of you."

"is teacher!"

Shinobu took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and thrust out the first stab, following the posture Lynn had just taught her.

"call out!"

The blade slices through the air.

But this cut made her feel incredibly awkward.

As the speed decreases, the power dissipates.

"wrong."

Lynn's voice was devoid of any emotion, as cold as ice.

"Your hips rotated 0.1 seconds too early, causing your core muscles not to keep up."

"Again."

"call out!"

"Still wrong, the wrist is too tight, the force is dead."

"Again."

"call out!"

“Your core is loose; I can hear your bones complaining.”

"Again."

……

Once, ten times, a hundred times.

Sweat trickled down Shinobu's forehead, soaking the stray hairs on her forehead and sticking to her fair cheeks.

My arms started to ache, and my breathing gradually became heavy.

At first, every time she made a cut, it felt like she was fighting against her own body. Her speed and power decreased instead of increasing, which made her feel extremely frustrated and lose confidence.

But Lynn was like the most precise instrument, tirelessly correcting her every minute movement again and again.

"Great, that's the feeling, let's do it again."

"Yes, maintain the core tension."

"Feel the power traveling up from the soles of your feet, and let it whip out like a whip."

I don’t know how long it took.

After repeating the same monotonous actions countless times.

Once again, Shinobu Kocho, relying on her body's instincts, thrust out the knife in her hand.

And this time.

"laugh--!"

A sharp, piercing sound, completely different from the previous ones, suddenly rang out!

The tip of the knife left a clear, straight white line in the air that lingered for a long time.

Shinobu Kocho stared blankly at her hand, feeling the slight vibration from the hilt of the sword.

With this thrust, she felt she used less force than ever before.

The entire movement was fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation, as if her body was born to move in this way.