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.

him

procedure took a little longer than average due to the

deeply. Thankfully, he had already informed

your room and other matters." He

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

a comfortable bed in his room. He reveled in its comfort, having

Julian, the only one in the Orphanage with a communicator. He also sent messages to each of his six friends, informing them of his breakthrough to the

tired. Although the procedure had rejuvenated him with mental

to rest a

he had still not gotten over it. Generally, he was level-headed and calm regarding other matters, but when it

way no different from a child that had

the habilitation training will

Academy. These phases focused on the core

timing, coordination, and balance were all aspects of his motion

the mismatched muscle memory between my

had taken many