1157 1159 空信雪 1 (1/2)
”One, two, one two, one…” Garen was in the midst of doing push-ups, counting non-stop in the yard.
It was the weekend, which marked the end of this week's holiday. The extra corresponding courses in school meant nothing to Garen, except that he would have lesser time to train and to recover.
After finishing ten push-ups, he got up and wiped away the beads of sweat off his forehead. Although his physique was slightly better, he still had to give Kong Yuan and Kong Xinxue some mental preparation as well. He could not just suddenly recover, that would be suspicious.
”Up so early huh… Xiaofei,” Kong Yuan yawned as he walked out of the house in his black pajamas.
The sky was not even bright yet.
”What do you want to eat? I can go buy it for you.”
”Bread and eggs,” Garen answered simply.
Kong Yuan nodded, ”Go see if your sister's awake, and see whether she wants anything.”
”Alright, I'll go see.”
Garen pressed on his T-shirt to ensure the black material stuck on his skin would absorb his sweat; he then marched toward Kong Xinxue's room.
Thump thump.
Nobody responded to the knocks on the door.
The door opened by itself, so perhaps it was not closed properly.
”Makes sense. The weather's too hot, no way she would just stuff herself in her room,” Garen knocked harder.
Thump thump thump!
”Who is it?”
A barely-awake voice came from the room.
”It's me,” Garen answered.
Not long after, Kong Xinxue opened her bedroom door. Her hair was a mess, as she stood there in her white nightdress.
”What is it?”
”Dad's asking you what do you want for breakfast.”
”Same as you,” With a slam, Kong Xinxue closed the door once again. She seemed mad.
Baffled, Garen staggered back to the living room and relayed the message to Kong Yuan. He had no idea why Kong XinXue was angry, perhaps she just got up on the wrong side of the bed.
After breakfast, Kong Yuan went out to buy some vegetables.
Garen and Kong Xinxue were left in the yard under the cool morning sun, both of them sipping fresh tea.
The pale green tea was rickety in the cup as Garen kept swirling his cup around. It seemed thrilling as the tea almost spilled out of the brim every single time.
”Just drink your water, stop playing,” Kong Xinxue sat upright at her place with a stern look on her face, both hands circled around her cup.
With no other alternatives, Garen placed his teacup back down. He could not possibly tell her that he was actually training the accuracy of his body control.
Sitting in the yard, both of them were at their wits' ends. Garen was still wearing spectacles, and his messy long hair covered up part of his face. Moreover, his spectacles were slightly oversized. With that combination, his face was basically covered up already. His clothes were untidy as well, the sweat on his T-shirt had already dried up, emitting a rank odor.
On the other hand, Kong Xinxue was dressed entirely in white, her hair tied into a simple ponytail behind her using a simple black silk. In addition to her delicate facial features and her proper posture, she gave off an elegant vibe.
”Recently… Do you have enough pocket money?”
They really did not have any topics to talk about, therefore, as the elder sister, Kong Xinxue took the lead and spoke first.
”If you don't have enough money, I have some here.”
”It's enough,” Garen replied curtly.
Then, it was silence.
The sun gradually turned half of the yard into a bright shade of gold as cicada sounds could be heard from the only brown tree in the yard.
”I'm going to take a shower,” Kong Xinxue stood up and walked toward the house.
”Okay.”
Garen responded shortly as he watched her enter the house, and only returned his gaze once he heard the sound of the bathroom door clicked shut.
Lifting the teacup gently, Garen took a sip again as he slowly regulated his breathing and heartbeat.
After a week of recovery, plus the nourishment of his powers, he was almost fully recovered, already reaching the normal standards of this body. Due to the fact that the body showed a heavy deficit along with plenty of damage in the congenital structures, he could only improve them in the future. At the very least, his powers were not fully exhausted yet.
”But I can't just fully rely on my powers. I've got to choose a secret technique as my foundation,” Garen had been forcing himself to wait until this moment to begin thinking about this problem. He could only wait until his body was completely recovered before he could consider the training issue, otherwise not only would he be not training his physique, he would be hurting it instead.
All the secret techniques and killing moves he once masted slowly came to mind.
”This universe's rules are indeed harsh, it would take an extremely long period of time if I want my own flesh to achieve the level of being able to resist heat weapons. I need about two years time and a killing move that can quickly come to form. It has to be highly destructive and capable of driving my body to train…”
After searching through all the sects, a swordplay similar to the Japanese Kendo came to Garen's mind.
”To use the weapon's sharpness to make up for my shortage of destructive power is indeed the shortcut for combat power. I'll go with agility, it should not be that bad”
At a realm like Garen's, although he did not comprehend Boards, his martial grades were thoroughly revised, already reaching another state of a realm. Most of the principles behind swordplay and fistfighting were somewhat similar.