The Primal Hunter

Multitasking. Everyone loved multitasking, and it was one of those great buzzwords people often used when they attempted to do fifteen things at once poorly rather than just do a few well. Multitasking also wasn’t truly doing more things at once. It was just rapidly switching between several tasks or starting tasks that could automatically continue or finish on their own while then spending the meantime on something else. Like an author putting food in the oven that would take forty minutes to cook and then using that time to also focus on writing.

Jake’s ways of multitasking were at a level far above this. He had found a way to not only train with sim-Jake but also train Meira at the same time. It was quite honestly genius and not at all an accidental discovery found when Meira walked by his room while Jake had a fun spar with his other self.

It appeared that when Jake was fighting himself or just straining himself within the Soulspace, his aura flared as he was effectively having an internal struggle. When Jake also began to purposefully amplify this effect, it became highly effective to the point of Meira barely being able to move. It was just too good not to use.

So currently, Jake was sitting in the library on a pillow in Serene Soul Meditation while Meira was anything but serene. Duskleaf was trying to teach her as sweat poured down her face, and she was out of breath from the presence. The old alchemist god was unaffected due to the sheer difference in power but did admit that it was a very impressive aura when they began this kind of training. He had even added that if Jake was a god, it would maybe have been a little intimidating.

However, as things were, they did conclude that Jake could only do this kind of resistance training with those significantly weaker than himself. There was also some passive resistance to auras gained from just being around him frequently, but it was meager in comparison to a full-on training session where he was just blasting.

Anyway, while Meira was struggling in the outside world, Jake struggled in his inside one. He and sim-Jake had been training for a few weeks now since their first bout, and it was no longer just “fights,” but there was some actual teaching going on.

“Don’t let it adapt, move faster,” sim-Jake said as Jake was busy fighting the massive monstrosity of pure curse energy. “If you let it get used to your patterns, you will be screwed.”

You said that ten fucking times, Jake grumbled as he dodged and punched forward with his kater – a weapon he was still very-much getting used to still. He hit the arm-like appendage of the chimera but was soon pushed back by several spikes claws flying towards him, followed by a whipping tail.

“Momentum is key. Seize it,” sim-Jake spoke once more as Jake moved to attack. He delayed his actions by a fraction of a second, making the tail miss before he truly attacked, managing to land several blows before the beast could adapt and strike back. Jake was pushed once more and had to find a new way to counter as their endless cycle of switching advantages continued.

Jake had made himself weaker than the chimera on purpose to make it into an actual fight that he could lose. All other times he had “fought” the chimera had been merely using overwhelming power. He had blasted it around and sealed it, never truly engaging in combat.

And now that he did… he concluded that the chimera was far stronger than he had ever thought it would be. It was so adaptable it was insane. Its body would evolve on the fly to counter its opponent and its instincts were absolutely top-notch to the level of Jake suspecting it tapped into his Records a bit.

While sim-Jake had made the brawl with the monster look simple, Jake was struggling as he simply couldn’t keep up. Which, in some ways, was a good thing as it showed how much room he still had for improvements.

The key to the fighting style sim-Jake had developed was all about seizing momentum and using the opponent’s own fighting style and instincts against them. Jake had not truly considered it before… but this style was incredibly Perception-centric. It was all about reading the flow of combat, reading your opponent, and understanding the tempo of your foe instantly. It was about reacting, and to react, you had to see and be aware of what was coming. Jake’s Bloodline-empowered instincts leaned towards always just avoiding danger and not attacking, meaning that while his instincts could help him read his enemies, it wouldn’t help with what kind of response he had to formulate.

the one you were fighting wasn’t anything new either. Everyone did it, and it was the basis of most martial arts. Someone like the Sword Saint was a prime

a harmful oversimplification. One of your other major flaws is overextension. When you see an opening, you pounce on it without considering the next step. Sure,

make it appear smart to take advantage of an opening, even if doing so can lead to getting screwed five moves later. The same is true for dodging. It is all about dodging every individual move, sometimes a few consecutive moves, but the pre-cognitive danger sense is simply not able to predict far enough ahead. Once an enemy picks up on this, they can begin to take advantage. That isn’t really a problem in D-grade yet as even your flawed style has so many adaptions it would take a peak-level genius to figure it out…

to keep up with its ability to adapt and change to better combat what he was doing. It could go

have better senses and instincts than anyone else… which also leads to my next point. It is something I am working on myself, but that you may as well also begin considering. Right now, we adapt and react instinctually and “stop” the instinctual reaction when we want to counter. This leads to a very small and minor delay compared to merely following along with what our body wants to do. I have been wondering… why does our body dodge the way it does? If you noticed, our ways of dodging are slightly different, and you borderline instinctually form mana barriers and use magic. Something I certainly do not. The cause of this lies in what is essentially the system version of muscle

could adapt to him. He stabbed it over

than before,” Jake commented with a proud smile, looking at the wriggling form the chimera within its

to go before you get on my level,” sim-Jake shook his head. “But you are improving for

always register a blow, want to instinctually react by dodging, stop that reaction, and then counter instead. He would then, of course, need to quickly decide how to counter based on how he had wanted to dodge and what he sensed from his opponent. Jake needed to take in

your opponent but reading your opponent better than they could read you, and if you saw them do the slightest adaption or shift, you had to pick up on it and counter-adapt. Always be one step ahead, never allowing the other side to get an

the sheer level sim-Jake, and now real-Jake wanted to take it. Theoretically, this would be an unbeatable style as long as he

trump card, sim-Jake believed that the most important thing was to be able to quickly seize back the momentum

but the moves were just all based on reactions and tended to be simple and vary from opponent to

Vault front?” Jake asked sim-Jake after discussing

sharing, just trying out some things. It isn’t like I can upgrade the skill myself, and honestly, I have a feeling if you just copied the progress I have already made, you would get an upgrade. Don’t do that, though. It is still not there, and I don’t want it to be

a simulacrum that will one day in the not-so-distant future cease to be,” Jake morbidly

waved it off. “I naturally assume you will become immortal. Anything else would just be a

some random critter?” Jake teased back. “Or maybe I find an opponent your super style is

you for not further developing it then,” sim-Jake smiled. “Even after I am gone, it will not be done… remember, I made it with melee and katars in mind. We now have far more

shook his head. “One thing at a

use of skills or any other means of combat besides just brawling. In actual combat, Jake would, of course, be different, and he also had some minor adaptions to make based on his use of poisons. While sim-Jake wanted to land a deep wound to do a lot of damage, it was more

even add archery in and make it an

even better, I can take it one fucking step at a time and not bite off more than I can chew and fuck myself over,” Jake shot it down. That was one thing Jake knew he was better at than sim-Jake. While Jake would overextend in combat, sim-Jake would overextend in

Same body, shared senses, partially shared memory. Ah,

and smiled as he disappeared from the Soulspace and opened his eyes as he