Chapter 9 Training starts from the basics
“Tick-tock-tock...”
There is a clock room on the second floor of the Wesson family castle, and a clock the size of a wardrobe is working hard.
The technical level of this table clock is still very primitive. It is powered by a weight hanging on a rope, and the hourly time is told by the servant on duty in the clock room.
The candlelight in the clock room is bright, and the blackboard on the wall reads such as "Wake up at 4:00 for kitchen morning shift, Oxo and Carbo", "Wake up at 5:00 for Tarot", "5 :40 Go to the servants’ restaurant and tell the Tarot” and the like.
At five o'clock, the servant of the bell room came to the door of Tarot's room and pulled the rope on the door hard. There was a faint ringing of bells from behind the thick wooden door.
Tarot got up as soon as he heard the bell, went to solve the problem, came back after washing, took off his pajamas and put on work clothes, and then came to the servants' dining room.
The servants' dining room is next to the kitchen. The cooks on the morning shift have already cooked oatmeal, hard-boiled eggs and several kinds of sausages, and are now rolling lye bread and preparing steamed buns.
There are three maids with the highest status in the Wesson family, namely Tarot who is responsible for taking care of Frederick, Oxo who is in charge of the kitchen, and Carbo, the head maid.
They are all children of a wealthy family in Weissenburg. They have been working for the Weissenburg family since they were eleven or twelve years old. The eldest, Carlpo, is now twenty-one, and the youngest, Tarot, is ten years old in winter. Eight years old.
The three of them treated Frederick like a biological brother. In the past, Frederick would help cover up the old lady when he was sleeping in, sneaking out to play, or making strange snacks in the kitchen.
Afu recently went out of town to do business. All things at home were discussed and handled by Tarot, Oxo and Carpo. The servant breakfast time that started at 5 o'clock was an opportunity for them to discuss today's work together. .
At 5:40, the servant in the clock room came to the kitchen to inform Tarot that his own night shift was over, and he would go back to bed after breakfast.
At 5:50, Tarot came to Frederick's room with a basin of cold water, wetted the water with a cotton towel, and then wiped it on the master's face.
Frederick woke up immediately.
Frederick's habit was to sleep until he wakes up naturally. It didn't matter that he went to bed early when he had nothing to do at night. He woke up after eight o'clock the next day. What was important was to enjoy the freedom of waking up naturally and staying in bed. Sometimes staying in bed can make you stay late. Lunch time.
But there is nothing we can do now. At 6 o'clock sharp, he has appeared on the training ground outside the castle.
After coming to this world, Frederick naturally had daydreams about splitting mountains with a sword in his left hand and burning rivers with a forbidden curse in his right hand.
Now that there is a sword master, he feels that he is not far from this goal.
Richard Nall came to the training ground early, looked at Frederick's expectant expression, and handed over a roll of parchment expressionlessly.
"This is your training plan," he said.
Frederick took the parchment with some excitement. The sky was already slightly light at this time, and he could see the words on it clearly.
After a quick glance, he was so surprised that he could open his mouth enough to stuff a goose egg.
The training plan is clearly written:
①6:00 to 7:00, general physical training on a single day, special physical training on two days;
②7:00 to 8:00, basic swordsmanship training;
③8:00 to 9:00, breakfast;
④9:00 to 12:00, cultural classes, including introduction to magic, grammar, rhetoric, and logic , arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, music, arranged by Manuel;
⑤Break when the day ends with 5 and 0.
“That’s it?” Frederick asked the master in disbelief.
He thought the Juggernaut's training for him was magical and mysterious, but this training plan didn't look much different from the world without magic in his hometown.
“What else do you want?” Richard Nall said with an expression as if your kid really reacted like this, “Have you forgotten how old you are?”
“You are right now. When laying the foundation, you should wait at least 4 years before you reach the age of 12 if you want to further study.”
“The body is the foundation of all martial arts, without strength, speed, endurance, flexibility, agility, and reaction. It’s all empty talk.”
“I know you’re anxious, but don’t be so anxious. Eating for ten days a day will only kill you.”
Frederick immediately understood what he meant, and said sternly: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."
Richard Nall was very satisfied with his attitude of accepting the teachings humbly, and pointed to both ends of the training field and said: "Now Let’s start, you run back and forth twice.”
Frederick obeyed the order and ran back and forth for two times, and then he was called over. "There are many things wrong with your running posture." Richard Nall said seriously, and then used a stick as a pointer to point at Frederick's body, asking him to adjust his running posture.
Frederick had never received professional sports training in his previous life, but Richard Nall had compiled his own set of theories through years of practice, which was just in use now.
After running for more than half an hour, Frederick's running posture finally became decent, and he was exhausted and sweating profusely.
During the break, he asked his master: "Master, have you ever considered writing your theory into a book and passing it on?"
Richard Nall looked at him deeply. He glanced at it and said calmly: "Everyone's qualifications are different. You can't just practice blindly according to the book."
Frederick understood this very well, and the students in a class had different academic performance. Good or bad, self-study can widen the gap.
"But..." Richard Nall said thoughtfully, "If it can inspire some people, that would be nice."
"Go on, run slower this time. If I tell you to stop, stop again."
Frederick continued to run.
At the end of the run, Richard Nall said while he was resting: "The following basic skills training will be boring, but you must pay attention to it."
"No matter what type of martial arts it is , are composed of corresponding basic skills. ”
“You can think of basic skills as letters, moves as words made up of letters, words can make up sentences, sentences make up articles, and articles make up a book. ”
"You need to practice the basic movements until you can remember them with your body. No matter you are extremely tired or encounter an accident, you can use them subconsciously."
"The first thing you have to learn today is footwork."
“Footwork is the foundation of all martial arts. Whether a person has been trained or not can be seen from the position and movement of his feet.”
“You learn the most basic ones first. There are several footwork such as the jab step, the sending step, the leaning step, the diagonal step, and the turn. After you are proficient, you can learn other footwork derived from them."
"Wait until you have finished learning the footwork before learning the roof and other footwork. There are several basic stances such as Bull, Hoe, and Fool. Similarly, you can learn derived stances after becoming proficient.”
"In addition to long swords, you also need to learn wrestling, short swords, armor fighting, spears and mounted combat. Those who are interested can learn long-handled axes, moon swords, one-handed swords and small bucklers, and long sticks."
"At the same time, you have to learn the four methods of physical strengthening, enchantment attack, magic detection, and magic shield..."
Frederick felt a little dizzy and felt like returning to I heard the teacher talk about the test center in high school.
The difference is that if you don't do well in the college entrance examination, you won't die, but as a noble, it is your duty to go to the battlefield. If you don't have strong enough martial arts skills, you can only kill the enemy on the battlefield.
After the break, Frederick began to stand up as Richard Naer asked, holding a wooden long sword in his hand, and followed the demonstration to learn the footwork.
While he was practicing, Richard Nall suddenly asked: "Do you know the difference between an ordinary sword master and a sword master, an ordinary high-level magician and a magic god?"
Fedt Lie's footsteps did not stop, but he just shook his head.
"Field." Richard Nall said seriously, "I dominate everything in the realm."
Frederick was wondering when he suddenly felt that the surrounding environment had changed. I seem to be in a very special world, where vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch and mental exploration are all suppressed, body movements encounter great resistance, even breathing becomes difficult, and there seem to be countless people at the same time. Eyes staring at him from all directions.
Richard Nall's voice sounded around him: "This is just the most basic field. Different people have different special abilities in their fields. It would be great if you could force me to use my special abilities. ”
Frederick gasped for breath and asked with difficulty: "Master, how do you learn the field?"
"I don't know." Richard Nall replied, "Everyone has it. With extremely high strength, things will come naturally.”
“I shouldn’t have noticed that my realm appeared when I woke up that day.”
Frederick. I was speechless for a moment, this was too metaphysical and I couldn't understand it for a while.
But this also aroused his curiosity, and he decided that he must reach this level in order to solve this mystery.
Richard Nall watched his expression and eyes change, and smiled with relief.
(End of this chapter)