After sending lunch and filling his stomach, Klein only rested for about half an hour before hurrying off to the shooting club to practice firearms, not daring to relax at all.
Under the nurturing of thousands of bullets and day after day of persistence, his current shooting level had finally reached the passing grade that
After practicing mechanically and repeatedly again and again, he put away his revolver, took a tram to the vicinity of his combat teacher
Then, he changed into his freshly sun-dried knight practice clothes and trained from running, jump rope, weightlifting, squats all the way to footwork and punches, until sweat flowed and his body was exhausted.
"Rest for fifteen minutes." Gawain, with blond hair, white temples, and a weathered face, took out his pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.
From the beginning to now, he had always remained silent, only speaking a couple of reminders when changing training methods or when Klein's movements were not standard.
Klein panted heavily, not daring to rest directly, and walked slowly back and forth. The most obvious effect of this period of combat training on his body was that his skin had darkened a lot, becoming a so-called wheat color.
Gawain put away his pocket watch, stood beside the rough training ground behind the house, and watched Klein relax with his arms crossed, as quiet as a marble statue.
"Teacher, besides hand-to-hand combat, will you also teach me how to use straight swords, great swords, rapiers, and long spears?" Klein, who had just digested the "Seer" potion, was in a good mood and took the initiative to ask.
He had seen straight swords, rapiers, and other weapons as well as breastplates and full body armor in Gawain's collection room, and knew that the other was not only good at hand-to-hand combat.
Basking in the sunlight, Gawain glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Learning these is of no use. They are things that have fallen behind the times and can only exist in museums and private collections in the future..."
He was silent for a few seconds, then added with a tone of weathering: "They are obsolete... What you should focus on is firearms; even martial arts are just an aid."
Klein glanced at his combat teacher, who seemed steeped in the twilight of life, and laughed: "I don't think so."
"All ministers, all members of parliament, all generals think so." Gawain said as if gritting his teeth.
Klein stopped, pretending he was typing, and spoke confidently like a true keyboard warrior: "No, they have just withdrawn from the frontal battlefield; there are other uses for them."
"Why must martial arts and firearms be opposites? They can be completely integrated. I believe that more flexible, more agile people with faster reactions can better utilize firearms."
Seeing the silent Gawain's eyes suddenly become sharp, Klein continued with slight pride: "Other weapons are not obsolete either; they just need some improvements to make them more portable..."
"...We can organize a highly mobile team, bypass the frontal battlefield, and strike directly at the enemy's rear, directly at their center... In such small-scale raids, warriors with excellent combat skills and proficiency in various weapons can play a very important role. You can imagine such a scene..."
He exerted his skill of knowing a little bit of everything and described a random amalgamation of special forces combat methods from Earth.
Gawain's breathing had somehow become heavy; he stood there, motionless, as if unwilling to break the fantasy he had conjured.
Klein glanced at the other's reaction, chuckled inwardly, cleared his throat, and said with feigned reserve: "Teacher, what do you think of my ideas? Is there a possibility to realize them?"
Gawain's body visibly trembled, as if finally awakening from a dream. He looked deeply at Klein and said in a low voice: "Your rest effect is very good. Now go and repeat all the previous exercises in ten sets."
"Ah?" Klein looked bewildered.
Soon, starting to run again, he realized and shouted frantically in his heart: Ten sets? Teacher, no!
I don't want to "celebrate" my complete digestion of the "Seer" potion in this way!
Hey, don't you have any feelings about it?
......
Watching Klein run to the other side of the training ground, Gawain suddenly released his crossed hands and covered his face with one palm.
His eyes were tightly closed, the wrinkles on his face deep and conspicuous.
........
Having almost collapsed from exhaustion again, Klein bathed, changed clothes, said goodbye to the still-silent combat teacher Gawain, and left the other's residence by tram.
He didn't go directly home, but went to the Evil Dragon Bar in the dock area, intending to go to the underground trading market to learn the prices of extraordinary materials and buy items for making charms.
Along the way, concerned about the small fortune he was carrying, Klein forced himself not to sleep and barely made it to the destination.
"I have to leave 4 pounds as the final payment for the commission, so I can only use 3 pounds 5 soli..." He touched the notes in his pocket, picked up his cane, and stepped out of the carriage.
At this time, the sun had begun to set, the glow of dusk tinged all the houses, and the "boxing" and "dog catching mice" competitions inside the Evil Dragon Bar were warming up.