NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 350 : 6th Day - Sword training
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As the early morning sunlight cast a warm glow over the training grounds, Das and the one-eyed old man faced each other with unwavering determination. The air was charged with anticipation, a palpable energy that hinted at the intense training session about to unfold. A large circle had been meticulously drawn on the ground, serving as their arena for the day's practice.
Outside the circle, a row of swords and sabres lay in semi-circle arrangement, each weapon a testament to the art of combat they were about to engage in. The gleaming blades reflected the sunlight, their edges honed to perfection.
Both Das and the old man were clad in advanced armour, a network of hexagonal blocks that offered superior protection without compromising agility. The armour is designed to withstand the rigours of their training while allowing for fluid movement.
"Shall we begin?" the old man asked, his voice carrying the weight of their daily training routine. He stood poised, ready to pass a sword into Das's waiting hands.
But Das's curiosity got the better of him. He hesitated before accepting the sword, his brow furrowing in question. "Wait," he interjected, "why are you not giving me any blood serum today? I think there is still one more family serum left for intake."
The old man's expression turned somber; his gaze distant for a moment. "Hmmhh…" he sighed heavily, "about that, I'm sorry, young man. My shadow clan failed to collect that blood serum for you. In fact, I have never encountered the blood serum of the sixth family, the Silvester family, who are living in the depths of the Amazon forests."
Das's eyes widened in surprise. Actually, Eden gave him a veil of Silvester family blood serum. At that time Eden said she encountered a big threat and her blind sister saved her in the last moment. But Das never thought even the powerful shadow clan couldn't collect one veil of Silvester family blood serum.
"Why is the Silvester family serum so elusive?" Das questioned, his tone tinged with curiosity. He had learned that each family's blood serum carried specific attributes, and the thought of an undiscovered serum intrigued him.
The old man's gaze returned to Das, his lone eye holding a mixture of regret and understanding. "The Silvester family has always remained shrouded in mystery, even among our network," he explained. "Their blood serum is a rare and well-guarded secret.
Legends say that the Silvester family possesses powers tied to nature itself—abilities that are said to be as unpredictable as the forces they draw upon."
Das absorbed the information, his mind whirring with thoughts. The prospect of an untapped source of power intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder what unique attributes the Silvester family serum might confer.
After hearing the old man's explanation, Das decided to not reveal the information about the presence of Silvester family blood serum.
The old man's expression softened, as if reading Das's thoughts. "Fear not, young one," he reassured, "while the Silvester family serum remains beyond our reach, you have already unlocked incredible potential within yourself. Our training has honed your abilities and skills, empowering you to face any challenge that may come your way."
Das nodded, he accepted the sword from the old man's outstretched hand, his grip firm and resolute.
"Let's begin," the one-eyed old man declared, a determined glint in his eyes. Das nodded in approval, and together, they stepped into the training circle. The sword felt steady in Das's hands, a testament to the strength he had cultivated through his journey of training and self-discovery.
The training ground awaited, a canvas for him to paint his skills and determination upon—a canvas that held the promise of growth, no matter the obstacles that lay ahead.
The training commenced with the basics. The old man's wisdom flowed as he delved into the history and significance of the sword—a timeless tool that had stood the test of ages.
The one-eyed old man spoke of its role as the paramount weapon in the world, a symbol of offence and defence alike. The sword, he emphasised, was an extension of oneself, a conduit for skill and precision.
"Imagine the sword as an extension of your very being," the old man advised, his voice carrying a weight of experience. "In the dance of swordsmanship, your movements and intent should meld seamlessly with the blade, creating a harmonious symphony of power and grace."
As they began to practice, the old man pointed out the common pitfalls that beginners often faced. His keen eye caught every misstep, every moment of hesitation. Each flaw he identified became an opportunity for growth, as he meticulously guided Das through the nuances of swordplay.
"Never let your enemy escape the reach of your blade," the old man instructed, his movements fluid as he demonstrated proper footwork and positioning. "Maintain the distance, the perfect balance between offence and defence. And remember, a sword is not a blunt instrument—it is an extension of your finesse and strategy."
Das absorbed the teachings with earnest dedication, his focus unwavering. He mirrored the old man's movements, internalising the advice, each motion becoming more natural with each repetition. The sword became an extension of his arm, an embodiment of his intent.
"Feel the rhythm of the fight," the old man encouraged, his voice taking on a rhythmic cadence. "Dance with your enemy, anticipate their moves, and let your blade respond as if guided by instinct."
As they practiced, Das's confidence grew, his steps becoming more assured, his strikes more precise. The old man's guidance was a beacon in the sea of uncertainty, illuminating the path towards mastery. Hours passed, but neither of them showed signs of fatigue—their dedication was unwavering.
As the sun reached its zenith, the old man paused, his gaze meeting Das's. "Remember, the sword is more than a weapon; it is an art form, a dance of life and death," he said solemnly. "You have begun to unlock its secrets, but the journey is long and arduous. Your sword is a reflection of your spirit—train diligently, and you shall become a true master."
With each swing of the sword, he felt the connection between his body, mind, and the weapon strengthen. He was no longer merely learning swordplay; he was becoming a part of the legacy, a lineage of skilled warriors who had wielded this ancient art.
With a foundation in swordsmanship firmly established, the old man took the training to the next level. He introduced Das to the diverse world of swords, each with its own unique characteristics and techniques. The training ground transformed into an arena of discovery as the old man demonstrated various types of swords, unveiling their secrets one by one.
He began by introducing two-handed heavy swords, emphasising the art of wielding these formidable weapons with both power and finesse. The old man's movements were graceful yet powerful, showcasing the perfect harmony between strength and control.
"Two-handed sword demand a different balance and a deeper connection between body and weapon," he explained. "Feel the weight, anticipate its arc, and let every swing flow naturally."
Next came the long swords, versatile instruments that allowed for a wide range of offensive and defensive maneuver. The old man's demonstration showcased the sword's agility, how it could seamlessly transition from thrusts to slashes, adapting to any situation.
"Long swords are about adaptability," he stated. "Master the transitions, and you'll have a weapon for every scenario."
Sharp swords followed, their edges keen and deadly. The old man emphasised precision and accuracy, showing how every movement could translate into a lethal strike. He explained the concept of "cutting angles," where the sword's edge met the target at the optimal angle for maximum impact.
"Precise strikes can cut through defences like a hot knife through butter," the old man said. "A sharp sword is a surgeon's tool, and your movements must be as precise as a surgeon's hand."
The old man's instruction then shifted to piercing-type blunt swords—weapons designed to concentrate force into a small area, making them devastating against armour. He demonstrated techniques that exploited the sword's design, using leverage and momentum to deliver powerful strikes.
"Swordsmanship is not just about strength; it's about knowing your weapon and using it intelligently," the old man emphasised.
The training continued with heavy swords, where strength and endurance played a pivotal role. The old man showcased how to harness the weight of the sword, turning it into an advantage rather than a hindrance. He taught Das how to control the sword's movements and maintain balance despite its mass.
Finally, the old man's demonstration culminated with the art of wielding two swords simultaneously—a display of ambidextrous skill that left no room for weakness. His movements were a symphony of dexterity and precision, showcasing the potential of coordinated dual-wielding.
"Two swords are like extensions of your arms, each complementing the other," he explained. "This style demands heightened coordination and control, but it can be a formidable advantage."
As he practiced, Das understood that his journey was far from over—the world of swordsmanship was vast, ever-evolving, and he was ready to explore its depths.
The time is still afternoon, the old man sat on a chair outside the arena and smoking his cigar leisurely while Das and his students were fighting intensely with swords.
Combat is the only thing which will help in rapid progress in mastering any weapon. That is why the old man instructed his students to attack Das relentlessly. In between he corrected Das on sword movement and foot work.
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