The Martial Unity

The assistant standing outside felt a bit strange. Rui had not moved at all in the past half an hour since the training began. Although he was merely trained to be able to operate the machines that could not be operated by the person using them to be trained, such as the chamber that he was operating now, he had been doing this job for years, serving alongside the head and side Squire instructors of the facility that had trained many a Martial Artist to master many sensory techniques, it had given him a degree of expertise on how Martial Artists ought to go about the training and what worked best while what didn't.

It was why he was confident that Rui was simply wasting time standing in one place instead of gaining enough experience in evading the projectiles. Rui even made bizarre requests such as adjusting the speed of the projectiles, size of the projectiles and weight of the projectiles.

('But what is the point of doing this if you're not going to even begin dodging?') He shook his head. Of course, he did not dare voice out his thoughts. Rui was a Martial Squire, someone who possessed an exalted status in not only society but especially in the Martial Union compared to a relatively low-level employee like him.

Suddenly, there was a change.

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Rui caught one of the projectiles aimed for his face.

The assistant shrugged, somewhat impressed, in his experience, it was somewhat unusual for a Martial Artist to gain the accuracy in timing and placement of movements to catch the projectiles, but considering he was still at a relatively low level, it wasn't anything crazy.

"Alright, time to put my preliminary understanding and preparations to the test. Begin increasing the difficulty of the exercise slowly as time passes." Rui instructed.

"Yes sir, will do." The assistant promptly replied, sighing inwardly.

the

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the size of a baseball aimed at his shoulder, tossing it away. Technically, this was supposed to be evasion, but catching it had greater sensory requirements, thus Rui had chosen to focus

caught all incoming projectiles regardless

maybe he is particularly talented.') The assistant staff member watched with interest. ('Let's step up

with all of them. The speed and power of the projectiles weren't at the Squire Realm, not at all. The lowest level of the training as Rui requested was at the human level, thus it wasn't physically difficult to catch the projectiles for a Martial Squire, not at all. The difficulty of this

the assistant's demeanor had long gone from

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third projectile dashing for his knee. He was

the Martial Union, he had never

had made more progress in one hour than some Martial Artists did

now, he was dodging the projectiles smoothly, catching

field of sensory

about it was very

strange sensations he was experiencing were generated by the projectiles. However, while

time difference between the inception of the sensation, and the actual clash between the projectile, while also measuring the momentum of the projectile based on the impact, and also measuring the weight