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.

level by a bit, increasing the speed,

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a projectile the size of a baseball aimed at his shoulder, tossing it away. Technically, this was supposed to be evasion,

all incoming projectiles regardless of their direction and

assistant staff member

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

hour later, the assistant's demeanor had long gone from calm and

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the size of a ping pong ball, before moving his head to evade another projectile aimed at his head, while simultaneously catching a third projectile dashing for his knee. He was dealing with multiple

helper in this facility in the Martial Union,

more progress in one hour than some

was dodging the projectiles smoothly, catching

an unparalleled prodigious genius in the field of sensory Martial Art!') The assistant gasped in

way Rui had gone about it was very simple,

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

collecting data. He had begun by measuring the 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 and size of the projectile. These three measurements over a period of time allowed him to understand the correlation between these physical parameters and the sensations that they