In the early morning, the bright sun hangs high in the sky, spreading endless light and heat to the earth, causing the temperature to gradually rise and steaming dewdrops on the grass blades.
But in a lush forest outside the town, voices shouted from time to time:
'boom! '
"Ouch!"
"..."
Chiba Makoto, whose palms were wrapped with a blue cloth belt, was sweating with punches and kicks. There were eight wooden blocks tied up with ropes and hung on the tree around him. They were swinging back and forth and crashed into Chiba Makoto in the middle. Some were able to be knocked away by Chiba Cheng, some were punched back by him with his fists, and some hit him, causing a cry of pain.
Between the punches and the kicks, sweat splattered, and under the early morning sunlight, it was exceptionally crystal clear. Many wooden blocks were stained with water stains on their surfaces, which showed how long Chiba Makoto had been fighting.
After a long time, Chiba Cheng jumped out of the wooden pile formation, letting the wooden blocks sway and collide, making a 'Bang! Bang! With a crisp bang-like sound, he staggered to the grass covered with plastic sheeting and lay down with sweat all over his body, breathing heavily.
On the white and tender skin exposed outside the clothes, redness, swelling and even bruises can be seen everywhere. The only thing to be thankful for is that Chiba Cheng took into account his clumsiness at the beginning and spent a day polishing the sharp places of the wooden stakes to make them rounder. No bloodshed occurred.
But even so, it still hurts to be hit, especially how hard Chiba Makoto hits the stake, and how hard it is when it swings back.
Chiba Makoto also considered doing two things at the beginning and gradually increasing the difficulty. But when he thought that Galadron might come back at any time, he gritted his teeth and hung up eight twenty centimeters long. For wooden stakes, increase the difficulty to the highest level, and then move around inside.
"It hurts, it's tiring!" Chiba Cheng only had these two words in his mind, and he was lamenting while breathing: "God, give me a senior and give me a lot of strength. I don't want to work hard anymore."
"Praying for something for nothing is not the quality a warrior should have." An old but energetic voice sounded from behind, causing Chiba Makoto to turn around and see that it was Yamada Patrol... No, Ida Iryu, carrying two pistols on his back. The handmade bamboo sword came over with a steady pace.
"Mr. Ida, why are you here?" Chiba Makoto climbed up with his tired body, picked up the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was a little surprised. Ida Iryu had said before that this person named Yamada The patrolman was not his body, he had no right to occupy it, and even a ray of remnant soul could not support him to control this body all the time, so he wanted to return to the bronze statue and continue sleeping after he completed strengthening the security of the small temple.
"I watched the news yesterday. A monster destroyed the high-purity energy reserve base, so I came to take a look." Ida Iryu focused on Chiba Makoto's homemade wooden pile array, nodded, and said, "Not bad, really All the warriors have gone through countless hardships and always remember to hone themselves."
"You lost once, you can't lose a second time." Chiba Cheng picked up the kettle and poured himself a few mouthfuls of light salt water. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the fatigue was disappearing.
As early as after the Kirialode War, Chiba Makoto discovered that his recovery power was far beyond that of ordinary people. The burn that Mayumi said would take half a month to heal was healed in just a week.
There is also the usual exercise, and he collapses on the ground after running tired. As long as he eats more and drinks more water, his physical strength will be restored quickly, which makes Chiba Makoto feel that he can run a marathon and make money.
"Yes, the destiny of a warrior is to constantly challenge and make oneself stronger until..." Ida Iryu was speaking very energetically, but he became speechless in the middle of the sentence. He probably thought of himself, who has been there all his life. Challenge the limit, only to find that there is nowhere to stay, only a bronze statue and a ruined temple.
Chiba Makoto also noticed Ida Iryu's sadness and hurriedly changed the subject, saying: "Is it okay if you go so far?"
"I made it clear to Yamada. He has heard my story and is willing to help me suppress the resentful ghosts in the mountains. He is currently raising money to strengthen the temple. Before that, he will patrol there more."
"Sorry, I don't have much money, so I can't help." Chiba Cheng sighed. He was really a bit poor. He exercised all day long, but he built up a lot of muscles. He was much stronger than in his previous life, but he was still sitting on nothing. , if it weren't for a fixed income every month (it seems to be a pension), Chiba Cheng would probably be in trouble.
"Haha," Ida Jingryu laughed and waved his hands, saying: "We have almost raised enough, and most people in the village are willing to contribute to rebuilding the temple.
I was like this back then, carrying a sword to slay demons all the way with no money left, but every time I saw the smile on my face after knowing that the demons had been eradicated, I felt very happy, which no amount of money could exchange for. "
"Yes!" Chiba Makoto also recalled the cheers from the people on the street after he defeated the Kirialodians. Although he was exhausted, he felt very happy and felt that his efforts were recognized. .
The two of them sighed, and Ida Iryu told him the purpose of coming here, and solemnly handed the two wooden swords and a thin book bound with thread to Chiba Makoto on his back.
Chiba Cheng took it over curiously and took a look. Inside were charcoal sketch-like paintings, with little men chopping around with swords. It seemed like a sword manual? There are still only painted sword manuals.
Ida Iryu said from the side: "You know boxing and body skills, but your proficiency is not high, but you are lacking in swordsmanship. These are the swordsmanship I have learned in my life. I hope it can help you."
"Thank you!" Qianye Cheng thanked him hurriedly. Not only did he draw and bind the sword manual with his own hands, but he also made two homemade bamboo swords that looked very sophisticated. This was really thoughtful. The only problem was that Diga seemed to have no weapons. , this is why the 'inherited memory' only has boxing skills and body skills.
After hearing Chiba Makoto's confusion, Ida Iryu waved his hand and said: "A warrior must constantly challenge and break through himself. Are you satisfied with mastering the inherited power? You must seek breakthroughs so that you can become stronger. "
"Breakthrough?" Chiba Cheng raised his hand and looked at the calluses honed in his palms. There were many Ultramans after Tiga Dina who wielded various weapons, especially the lightsaber, which was really too powerful. It's handsome, but I don't know how it was condensed.
Thinking of this, Qianye Cheng didn't want to work hard anymore, he really wanted a senior who would send weapons and strength from the sky.
Ida Iryu didn't stay long, and told him about his difficult time on the road to show that Chiba Makoto's current setbacks were nothing, before leaving, returning to Shuna Mountain, and continuing to suppress the person who he couldn't completely control back then. Destroyed ghosts.
After bidding farewell to Ida Iryu, Chiba Makoto turned around, looked at the wooden piles that had stopped swinging, took a deep breath, strode in, and then continued to start special training.
'boom! boom! 'The hammering sound sounded again, but this time there was no accompanying cry of pain.
