The Martial Unity

The suit was easily worn, thankfully. It slipped on Rui and the assistant staff members fastened it quickly.

"Woah," Rui murmured. "It's so light, it doesn't even feel like I'm wearing a suit at all. Can this really impede my motions that much?"

"It's made up of special esoteric substances that are capable of exerting a tremendous amount of force on your movements." Squire Fernin explained. "Try getting up normally."

Rui cautiously got up in a normal fashion. He was pleased to see that he didn't over-exert and send himself flying. His motions were dulled by his suit just enough that he ended up exerting human-level force.

"Huh, this actually feels quite normal," Rui said appreciatively.

"That's to be expected." Squire Fernin said. "The biggest problem with the rehabilitation is getting used to how little force you need to apply for daily mundane tasks."

Rui nodded, this made sense. As a Martial Apprentice with a mostly normal human body, he normally applied a small, but a decent chunk of his strength when he performed mundane tasks like walking or eating. However, now he had to learn to apply the tiniest of motions for these same tasks. Consciously, this was possible to do, however, it wasn't enough for this to become a conscious measure. This needed to become part of his subconscious tendencies and traits, it needed to become as natural as breathing. Such that he could be assured it would happen even if he wasn't paying any attention to himself.

"Alright, get some rest for today in your room. You've spent three weeks in a horrifying procedure, after all." Squire Fernin casually threw that out there.

turned to him in shock.

Fernin nodded. "Your procedure took a little longer than average due to the delicate nature

Thankfully, he had already informed

you with your room and other matters." He told Rui. "For now, get some rest. We'll begin

staff members for aid. Now that he had the body suit impeding his extra power immensely, he could more or

mannnn..." Rui groaned in comfort as he crashed into a comfortable bed in his room. He reveled in its comfort, having been forced to deal with the torture and general

with his belongings, sending a message to Julian, the only one in the Orphanage with a communicator. He also sent messages to

with mental and physical rejuvenation

He just wanted to rest a bit before

excited about the fact that he was a Martial Squire. Having stepped into the Squire Realm, he had still not gotten over it. Generally, he was

in a way no different from a child that had received the toy that

habilitation training will be

Academy. These phases focused on the core of Martial Art. They focused on the most important and fundamental aspects of any

all

too different from the mismatched muscle memory between my body of Earth and the

he had retained from Earth. It had taken many years despite working hard.