They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 617: More Than A Casual Flirt

Chapter 617: More Than A Casual Flirt

Even when broken, she talks like she is building herself back up, piece by piece. No trace of fear, just fire.

Her laughter rang lightly as she added, "So do not underestimate me just because I’m sitting down. My brain’s busy working overtime."

Arthur almost smiled. Almost. Instead, he folded his arms, concealing the warmth stirring in his chest. "I see... so you already know more than I thought."

But inside, his thoughts betrayed him: She makes me want to believe in her. Every time she speaks like that, I forget the impossibility of it all.

"Smart girl," Arthur said, this time without a trace of hesitation. The praise slipped out naturally, and though his tone was calm, it carried the weight of sincerity. "Here is our training routine for today."

Nnenna straightened instantly, adjusting in her chair so she could focus fully. He does not waste words. If he’s about to teach, I need to catch everything. She thought.

Arthur folded the towel he had been using and set it aside, his dark eyes narrowing in thought before he began. "The first technique is called Palm Root Striking. It relies on your upper body, your shoulders, arms, and the heel of your palm. No kicking, no shifting weight onto your legs. Just pure, sharp impact delivered with stability from your core. With precision, even someone twice your size will feel like they’ve been struck with a hammer."

Nnenna’s eyebrows shot up, impressed. "So I can break bones without standing up?" she teased, though her eyes gleamed with genuine interest.

Arthur gave her a long look, almost like he was weighing how much of her amusement was bravado. "If you train enough, yes. But it’s not just about strength. It’s about directing your force correctly. That will be your weapon, not your legs."

carefully, Nnenna noticed, watching the slight pauses, the measured way he framed each sentence. Like he’s afraid one wrong phrase will remind her she can’t walk. He didn’t want her to think she’s fragile, even though he still sees

steady as he continued. "The second technique is Deflective Redirection. You won’t always have the strength to match a direct blow. But you can use angles and timing.

blocking like a wall... I become a door that swings

smile, but restrained, as always. "Exactly.

the praise, even if it was wrapped in his usual coolness. She

"Then

unreadable. Fragile... but not breakable. She’ll

begin practicing the two techniques, faint footsteps echoed in

posture shifting as his eyes turned sharply toward the sound. A few moments later, Nnenna

not by much. That wasn’t just her copying my movement. She heard it

coma. Did her hearing sharpen to make up for her sight being gone? The conclusion came easily, almost

had been clear, her hearing

tightened faintly as another memory surfaced. Back in Lionara, she bent medical laws in ways

a heartbeat, the curiosity burned, sharp and demanding. Why her? Why does she

almost as quickly as the thought came, he pushed it aside. She’s

only slightly, as he watched her, still alert, listening for the source of