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?"

his brother was quite strong, special, and brilliant. But as a scholar with a background in the study of Martial Art, he understood the sheer

simple equations defining the motion of projectiles that are quite easy

Julian sighed. He wasn't tooting their horns, it was merely an objective fact. "Projectile mechanics is cutting-edge

in high school. However, Julian's words allowed him to discover the

at him with

"I'm not lying, okay!"

say so..." Julian shook his head with resignation. "Anyways, you

and accurately in the middle of combat. With these two traits, I should be able effectively to calculate my aim, making

to calculate exactly with how much force, and at what angle you must launch your attack, it's another thing entirely for your body to precisely and accurately execute those results." Julian

need to train my hand-eye coordination if I want this technique to work the way it does. But 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

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

"The fact that it has, at least tentatively, earned your approval is quite a encouraging news. It's a good affirmation that I'm not

know

from normal in many ways that it was sometimes hard to consider him sane. Even if he wasn't insane, 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

Rui was an adult