Louis took a sharp breath.
Damn, what kind of hellish training is this.
Only long-lived races, or half-elves with a long lifespan, could co up with sothing like this.
"Can't go outside to forage?"
"No."
"Can people outside send things in?"
"No."
"Hiss..."
Louis felt a sourness in his teeth.
This isn't training, it's clearly wilderness survival.
Aren't they afraid that this training will cause a complete ntal breakdown before it's over?
Seeing Lumi's calm expression, he understood.
Lumi's approach, rather than a professional skill, is more an integration of techniques.
The intended effect of this training is essentially the sa as the Mad Dog Fist in his past life.
Mad Dog Fist is less of a boxing technique and more of a combat philosophy.
As long as you can defeat the enemy, even if you use a truck to ram them, it proves the effectiveness of the technique.
Lumi's training basically is, "As long as you can catch a Kupali Bird purely with skill, then you've passed the training."
The focus isn't on "aiming accurately," but "using whatever thod to trap the opponent, then directly shooting an arrow in their face."
"This is really... interesting!"
Louis showed a delighted smile.
He genuinely found this kind of training very interesting.
"Alright, I accept the training."
...
First day of training.
A sudden lightning bolt streaks through the forest shrouded in mist.
The whistling of arrows shooting through trees is overshadowed by an even faster figure.
Louis landed on a large tree branch.
He said sowhat troubled:
"This training is quite unique."
Louis actually wanted to say, "It's harder than I thought," but his stubbornness wouldn't let him admit it.
Throughout the day, he persistently set traps in multiple locations and used expanding blood energy to try and shrink the Kupali Bird's activity range.
He initially thought this thod would confine the Kupali Bird to a limited area.
But he quickly noticed sothing was wrong.
Because the blood energy seeping into the ground was soon siphoned away by a force.
That was the defensive magic array in the sky.
Louis sighed.
This instantly dashed any hopes of "gradually constricting the Kupali Bird's space and limiting its escape range."
So he opted to activate the Sin Dragon Armant, using sonic speed to reduce the relative movent speed of the Kupali Bird.
And, for a mont, he actually managed it.
For just an instant, his arrow nearly struck the Kupali Bird.
Sadly, it was just a little off, and the chance slipped away.
Throughout the day, he frequently ambushed the Kupali Bird, trying to bring it down this way.
To no avail, except for the first close encounter, his arrows never ca close to the Kupali Bird again.
"If you don't get it in one shot, it'll alert the Kupali Bird?"
Watching the sunset on the first day, the panting Louis lay on the tree trunk, too exhausted to move.
His gaze shifted to the Kupali Bird hidden sowhere unknown, and then to Lumi outside the magic barrier.
"Sister Lumi, can I eat?"
The head maid, smiling, picked up a slice of at from the grill, dipped it in sauce, crushed peanuts, sesa, and salty pepper powder, eating leisurely while saying:
"Sure, get your ingredients from the training field."
Louis: ...
Reasonable, so damn reasonable!
Without another word, Louis dashed into the forest.
Late at night, with a bang.
Accompanied by an explosion, an arrow was pinned to a tree trunk.
The imnse force of Louis's arrow shattered the brain of a small wild boar creature, sending its body flying backward.
The terrifying penetration left a hole in its head.
Satisfied with his nightti hunt, Louis began his barbecue feast.
But it wasn't long before Lumi's soft voice ca through:
"Your Highness Louis, killing a creature in the forest and not cleaning up the scene is a very dangerous act."
So, that night, Louis didn't get a wink of sleep.
He had a "friendly exchange" with a dozen small creatures.
It took a long ti, but after proving to these mindless creatures that he was not to be trifled with, they finally retreated in fear.
But this did not improve Louis's situation.
On the contrary, things beca more severe.
For he noticed, the occasional furtive glances from the depths of the forest.
Those were the covetous gazes from the creatures.
Cautiously watching this unwelco guest.
The feeling was excruciating for him.
The ever-present hunting sense beca the first constant martial skill on Louis.
These skills allowed him to constantly feel the malice in those eyes.
They wanted to kill him.
But Louis couldn't just go mad and kill them all.
Excessive force is detrintal.
He had a premonition that he would be inside the barrier for several days.
Even a month wasn't impossible.
If he killed them all, he wouldn't even have enough food afterwards.
So he could only endure the malice, as if under the constant gaze of surveillance, trying to fall into a deep sleep...
Like hell!
Day one of training.
Louis didn't sleep at all.
...
Day two of training.
Attempted to use dragon-kind's innate magic to see if he could restrict it.
Turns out, before the magic could even activate, it had already vanished without a trace.
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