The Martial Unity

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds.

"You laid that out better than I could," Julian sighed. "I hadn't realized your project was that ambitious. Is there a particular reason you have confidence that fulfilling such a project is realistic? I don't mean to be discouraging, but setting extremely unrealistic goals is usually not only a waste of time and energy but also actively counterproductive."

"You're right." Rui nodded. "And to answer your question, yes, I do have a reason."

"Well, let's hear it then."

"The difficulty of overcoming the three problems I just laid out for you lies in the difficulty of processing available accurately and quickly enough to aim in exactly the right direction, to account for environmental factors, to account for the target's movements." Rui diligently explained, before pointing to himself. "I, however, possess a much greater ability to process information systematically in the manner needed to obtain accurate answers quickly, putting aside false modesty."

"I'm not sure I entirely agree with your characterization of the difficulties you just illustrated." Julian frowned. "Accuracy of aim is generally not a mental exercise in the manner that you describe it so much as it is a pure skill. Skilled marksmen do not solve complicated projectile mechanics equations when they fire accurate shots, they simply launch their attacks in exactly the right matter through judgment born out of a combination of talent and a vast amount of experience."

"You're completely right about that." Rui grinned. "However, just because that is the norm, doesn't mean it is a paradigm I need to abide by, especially when I'm better of not doing so."

"So, you're telling me..." Julian looked at him with a hint of skepticism. "You're telling me that you've created a new and superior paradigm for the very concept of long-range accuracy?"

with a background in the study of Martial Art, he understood the sheer magnitude of claims that Rui was making at the moment. What he was talking

rather simple equations defining the motion of projectiles

Julian sighed. He wasn't tooting their horns, it was merely an objective fact. "Projectile mechanics is cutting-edge theoretical science, Rui. How did you even come about learning

Julian's words allowed him to discover the actual limit of understanding of theoretical physics of the Kandrian Empire. "Oh, you know, I read some of your old books when you were away

at him with skeptical

"I'm not lying, okay!"

shook his head with resignation.

I was saying," Rui explained. "I understand projectile mechanics extremely well, and I'm also capable of systematically and objectively processing information quickly and accurately in the middle of combat. With these two

force, and at what

my hand-eye coordination is not a weakness of mine or something, not by any means. As long as I work hard and train my body to execute my calculations accurately, there is a decent chance that my vision for this project will be entirely realized." Rui explained with an

moment. "Well, there is a chance, of course. Provided your assumptions about your mental faculties are not inaccurate. I can't

tentatively, earned your approval is quite a encouraging news. It's a good affirmation that

don't know

he certainly wasn't normal in the head. There were just too many abnormalities that when considered individually, could be written off with his genius-level intellect, talent, or hard work, but when one zoomed out and looked at the big picture, it

exactly that, he had even jokingly insinuated that Rui was an adult in a child's body, a long time ago. As time passed, the more accurate that joke