The gentleman took the gray-haired young man out of the room.
Halfway through, he got into an automatic wheelchair and still refused all help from Kashasha. The gray-haired young man did not insist, but walked lightly and silently beside the guardian: he noticed that his husband was not in good health.
It’s not actually visible on the outside…chronic disease. I don’t know if it can be cured. It probably cannot be cured with current medical technology, but it can be maintained.
The researcher's part of Kashasha's mind began to evaluate involuntarily.
If it's a genetic defect that's more troublesome and requires more detailed testing... Is this why I crashed into pharmacy?
The two made their way to the training room, chatting casually on the way. The gentleman was concerned about his mental load and his sleep last night——
It was still subtly trying to make him accept the rationality of memory cleansing. It was very purposeful and made Kashasha a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the gentleman noticed his rejection and started talking about more relaxed topics: such as the decoration style of the room, history, and current news. Kashasha could still get in front of him, but after that he could only keep listening.
"Test your marksmanship first. Long-range sniping and close-range gunfights are your strengths." The gentleman said.
indeed so.
The Colt Kashasha used it very well and got full marks on the first training ground.
However, he made some mistakes in long-distance sniping: he didn't grasp the touch the first time, but he hit nearly 900 yards the second and third time.
For some reason, the gentleman looked at him with a meaningful look.
Looking through his previous test data records, Kashasha discovered that his previous best sniper score was 750 yards.
Well, it cannot be ruled out that he opened up the Ren and Du channels after cleaning his memory, but it is more likely that he has been hiding his clumsiness...
Anyway, the Kashasha before the memory was purged had nothing to do with him. The one who hid his clumsiness was the one before, not him.
The gray-haired young man faced his husband's eyes with confidence.
There is no need to test stealth, it is also his strength. Items like spatial memory and route planning weren't even on the gentleman's list. Kashaxia had a smooth sailing all morning, but after lunch he hit the iron plate.
That's taijutsu.
In fact, it's not that bad. Kashasha's prediction ability is very good, but he is easily disturbed by details——
For example, if there is an overly complicated pattern on your opponent's clothes, it will attract his attention. In addition, his physical ability cannot keep up with his predictions as the fight goes on for a long time.
"I'm sorry, sir. I lost..." Kashasha decisively gave in after being knocked down by the trainer, and ran down the training platform dejectedly.
The gentleman didn't even look up, he was looking through the information. Kashasha came up and took a look, and found that it was his results when he was organizing a training camp when he was a teenager.
Well, the physical arts column is almost always filled with Cs, and occasionally there are Ds. After the gentleman turned the page, an A—— finally appeared.
Ah, this is a comprehensive team assessment. His partner is a person named Kurosawa Jin. His physical skills are A+, or full marks.
I don’t know who this person is, but I would like to thank him for his targeted poverty alleviation. Kashasha thought silently.
The gentleman looked up at the gray-haired young man and pointed at his transcript: "I'm not surprised at all, but you didn't try your best just now."
"Well, haven't you tried your best?"
Kashasha thought it might be because he gave in too quickly. Maybe he could resist a little longer next time, which would be more entertaining...
"Although your physical fitness is not good, you have also developed a way to deal with this: try your best to compress the fighting time to the shortest possible time, and strive to resolve the battle within a few rounds. You did not use your best fighting method, stuck Shasha.”
Kashasha was stunned for a moment: "But that's hard to control."
In fact, Kashasha also discovered this. The moves he used through muscle memory were all killing moves with one hit, and they definitely couldn't be used during sparring. Therefore, the previous confrontation was quite restrained.
"Hard to control?" The gentleman raised his eyebrows.
Kashasha was silent for a few seconds: "I understand."
The gray-haired young man greeted his guardian and walked towards the stage again. That gentleman may have thought that his "hard control" was just an excuse, and that an excellent employee like him should be able to control things freely.
Even if his hands were tied during the sparring session, he shouldn't lose.
Kashasha is actually a little disgusted with fighting in front of others, which makes him feel uncomfortable being looked at like a monkey, but he doesn't mind showing off to that gentleman——
Even if it was out of reciprocity, his guardian was still in rehabilitation training with him despite being in poor health. Although there was an element of deliberately gaining her trust, it felt pretty good.
"Again?"
Kashasha asked his trainer. He didn't know the opponent's name, and the latter had no intention of communicating with him. Upon hearing the gray-haired young man's appointment, the sparring partner looked up at the gentleman and received a positive reply.
This time Kashasha gradually relaxed the restrictions on his own moves.
But he still didn't hit the places that were too fatal, but chose acupuncture points that would make the opponent unbearable in pain. Therefore, the fight continued for more than five rounds. Kashasha felt the rapid loss of physical energy, but he was not anxious. Instead, he endured the severe pain of being kicked on his elbow and hit the opponent's carotid sinus.
To be honest, such excessive force may cause shock or death. But Kashasha was confident that he had just enough control.
After squatting down and checking the vital signs of the practitioner, the gray-haired young man came off the field happily. He won this time, but the gentleman seemed a little disgusted by his defeated look.
The final item of the test is...disguise and disguise.
The two left the training room and returned to the corridor they came through. The sun shines through the shadows of the trees into the corridor, casting tiny shadows.
Kashasha's attention was attracted again, and he walked around involuntarily, avoiding the light spots on the ground.
"You can also disguise yourself and change your voice, but your skills are not the best in the organization." The gentleman said.
Searching his own memory, Kashasha indeed found that he was proficient in makeup and could also change his voice. He is still thinking about how to test this, or can he put on makeup and show it to his husband? The voice change can be demonstrated live...
"Who has the best skills?" the gray-haired young man asked in that gentleman's voice.
The gentleman showed a somewhat disgusted expression again, as if he thought Kashasha was being stupid: "As for disguise and disguise, the real master is Belmode."
Belmode? Another wine name... Kashasha was now certain that the wine name given to him should be a code name. Another series of detailed introductions about wine flowed through his brain. There is also the alcohol content issue that the gentleman has mentioned. So he asked:
"Then will she also participate in my rehabilitation training?"
Since Mr. specifically mentioned Belmod, it must be paving the way for what will happen next. And his disguise and voice change are currently pretty good...
Maybe the gentleman wanted him to take advantage of the training opportunity to improve.
"That's right."
