The twilight sun bathed the Training Field.
Ryan gained a lot.
All day, he was taciturn, doing whatever the Instructor told him to, like a perfectly obedient student.
This made the Instructor even more satisfied.
Seeing how quickly Ryan learned, the Instructor gave Ryan a few books before the training ended.
On them were various methods of bandaging, ways to stop bleeding, how to treat DMG from the seven elements, self-rescue for wounds caused by Ruin Guard missiles, and the identification and preparation of common herbs…
The publishers were the Church's physicians and nuns!
These were also knowledge points the Instructor would teach when he had time in the future.
Ryan casually flipped through them, seeing some familiar plant illustrations and corresponding descriptions in the herb section.
For example, dendro slime, it said that eating it raw had detoxifying effects, and after cooking, it could remove the astringent taste…
"Thank you!" Ryan bowed sincerely.
The Instructor smiled, patted Ryan's shoulder, and left.
Ryan held his wu feng sword and returned to Amber's house.
After dinner and language lessons, he climbed out of the window under the moonlight and landed on the street.
Today, he couldn't sleep!
He continued to practice martial arts to consolidate his memory.
He struck a pose and practiced basic fist techniques a few times, then wielded his Sword, chopping, slicing, lifting, thrusting… practicing Mondstadt's basic Favonius Bladework.
He recalled the Instructor's teachings, controlling his breathing, muscles, footwork, gaze… blocking, attacking, entangling, retreating…
His body swung out streaks of light, which were the Sword blade reflecting the streetlights.
He was as quiet as possible, practicing a world of Dao in a confined space.
Baron Bunny cautiously poked his head into Ryan's room, perching on the window, watching this boy who wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night but running wild on the street.
Born to explode, it couldn't understand Ryan's pursuit of strength.
Ten days,
Ryan walked a path others took ten years to complete, learning various Sword forms collected by the Knights of Favonius, various low-level to Advanced breathing techniques, how to exert force and defend with different parts of the body, and a thick stack of miscellaneous knowledge…
He forgot to eat and sleep, making rapid progress.
His talent and learning ability were so strong that the Instructor had to change his approach and accelerate the pace of his teaching.
One day for him was equivalent to a year of arduous cultivation for others.
Every sparring session and battle transformed into muscle memory, forming a solid foundation.
He would never make the same mistake three times.
What else could he do? Continue to suppress Ryan, wasting his youth and years?
…
On the Training Field,
A simple robe adorned Ryan's body, as he alone reviewed the results of his ten days in a corner.
Between movements, he already possessed the demeanor of a true Martial Artist.
Every action, including his normal walking, bore the traces of Dao.
His muscles alternated between relaxation and tension, ready to unleash powerful force at any moment, striking down enemies within his sight and perception.
His eyes naturally fixated on the human body's weak points, then, through repeated closing and reining in, he concealed this obvious gaze.
It became an ordinary gaze, making it impossible for others to discern the center of his Vision.
"Whoosh—!" Letting out a long breath, Ryan suppressed the frenzied martial arts energy, performed a Tai Chi routine, cultivating his body and mind.
"Sure enough, no matter how much I learn, I still want to pick up what I had before Transmigration, letting them become anchor points in my memory."
He shook his head, suddenly feeling a bit melancholic and homesick.
He lifted his leg and stepped onto the wooden stakes arranged like plum blossom piles.
The more fist techniques and Favonius Bladework he learned, and the more experience he gained fighting with the Instructor, the more he felt the importance of footwork and movement.
These were life-saving skills, and also the rhythm of offense.
If you can hit others and they can't hit you, that's the secret to victory in Teyvat combat.
Ryan's favorite was the backward step during evasion.
A leap and a retreat, executed with consummate skill.
He dodged the opponent's attack and adjusted his Sword-wielding posture.
Following up with a charge and a thrust, hitting in one strike, retreating in half a move, most capable of provoking the enemy's impotent rage.
He would toy with them, then slay them.
After training, Ryan stood on the ground, resting for a moment.
The Instructor, who had been supervising other Sword trainees, returned.
"Your foundation is now sufficient!"
"Today, I will teach you Favonius Bladework and its killing moves."
He looked with satisfaction at this embryo that had bloomed so quickly; later, when Ryan joined the team, he would surely surprise those trainees who considered themselves very diligent and excellent.
Before starting the demonstration, he spoke a bit of history, introducing Favonius Bladework.
"The Favonius Bladework passed down to this day comes from a former Knights of Favonius Vice Grand Master of Mondstadt, known as Rustam, the Wolf Pup."
"Rustam, as the founder of Favonius Bladework, is said to have been able to cut every single raindrop that fell, and use the wind generated by his Sword dance to cut roses and extinguish torches."
The Instructor's eyes held Yearning.
He wondered when he would be able to reach such a height.
Ryan also felt a profound Yearning.
This statement alone conveyed the opponent's mastery of Favonius Bladework.
Cutting raindrops with a Sword blade is simple, but cutting every single raindrop represents a level of eyesight, Sword-swinging speed, and precision that would leave anyone who understands it speechless.
And using the wind generated by the Sword to cut roses is even more incredible and astonishing.
Cutting roses is not about destroying or blowing them away with the generated wind; it represents the wielder's absolute control over external forces.
The power emanating from this Sword edge can already be called Sword Qi!
An accomplishment far beyond the reach of an ordinary person.
The Instructor reined in his Yearning, shaking his head and sighing.
"Unfortunately, even now, I have not heard of anyone who can once again reach the height that Favonius Bladework once held."
Ryan held his wu feng sword, eager to try, filled with a desire for challenge.
"Then let me be the first!"
The Instructor looked at the vigor in his eyes and laughed heartily.
"That's the spirit! A Swordsman should have such drive!"
He pointed to the Claymore Training Field and continued to popularize the history of Favonius Bladework.
"Rustam, the Wolf Pup, was the shadow and good friend of the then Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Arundolyn, the Lion of Light."
"The Grand Master did not have a Vision, but his outstanding talent combined with extremely arduous training made him very powerful, capable of defeating many ferocious monsters."
"The Lion of Light and the Young Wolf are the pride of our Knights of Favonius and Mondstadt; they campaigned together, exchanged Favonius Bladework, and together created the Favonius Bladework used with Claymores, which has been passed down to this day!"
"And… a lost War Dance!"
Deep regret was in the Instructor's tone,
"That was a technique using both a long Sword and a great Sword simultaneously."
"It required very high strength, and only those with extremely strong talent could perform it."
"Today, the line of Legacy is broken; if the Legacy remained, I believe that with your strength and talent, you would surely be able to master this unique combat technique!"
He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.
He said all this because he saw the shadow of the Lion of Light in Ryan.
The same powerful strength and talent.
Besides wanting to motivate Ryan to see the Lion of Light as a role model, he also wanted him to develop a sense of belonging to Mondstadt.
He could not be an ally, nor an enemy.
"Dual-wielding?" Ryan showed an interested expression.
But it was only interest.
His love for the Sword remained unwavering.
He currently had no desire to search for a combat technique whose Legacy was lost.
He then listened to the Instructor ramble on for a long time about the glorious history of the Knights of Favonius Grand Master and Vice Grand Master five hundred years ago, as well as some gossip and their love-hate relationship with the Damselette.
Half an hour later,
The Instructor finally began teaching Favonius Bladework.