The explosive technique was adapted from the Martial Monk’s Secret Technique by Jino to suit his habits of explosive power control.
Over the years, he has turned this power control into a natural state of his body, making explosiveness an instinct.
Being so young and already the captain of the Royal Guard, this technique plays a part.
This stuff, an ordinary person would get messed up just trying to learn it.
But he never could have imagined that Louis not only mimicked his punching habits but also replicated his instinctual breathing technique...
This is seriously absurd.
Although he only threw one punch, breaking through from 0 to 1 is much more remarkable than from 1 to 10.
He didn’t even have time to teach him!
"Is this why Lady Beatrice chose him?"
Jino couldn’t help but lament.
He warned, "That last punch, don’t overuse it in practice."
Thick-skinned as ever, Jino said without a change in expression:
"The boxing routine paired with the Nine Swords is profound and broad. I just showed it to you to make you suffer a bit, not for you to practice directly now.
Your current physical condition isn’t up to the basics needed to use this technique.
When your physical attributes improve, you’ll be able to unleash that punch as you please."
He understood, practicing punching without working on skills is akin to wasting time.
Seeing that Louis didn’t probe further, Jino’s lips curled up:
"I’m not joking, if you overdo it, your body really might encounter issues. Don’t believe me? Look..."
He slapped Louis’s shoulder.
A tingling sensation spread through his body; even Louis’s tail stood up, his entire body rigid.
Jino’s eyes flashed with a satisfied look, very pleased with his twitching expression:
"Get it now? You’re still long way off!"
After saying this, right in front of Louis, he demonstrated with a similar force, maintaining the normal breathing technique.
His enthusiasm ignited, he displayed a round of power-controlling techniques in various explosive states, much like a player in Duel Monsters flaunting a good card, eager for everyone to know his skill.
Finally, he stopped his movements, not out of breath, standing breezily in front of Louis.
This is the expression!
If growing stronger isn’t for showing off, then it’s utterly pointless.
Jino looked utterly pleased.
It took him half a year to grasp the breathing technique, and another year to tailor it to his form.
Someone could just learn it by watching a few times without being taught?
Dang it, if I don’t show my capabilities a bit, it might be hard to lead going forward.
There are only two things he hates most in life.
First is having top-notch melee skills and being unable to learn it.
Second is having his developed and taught skills be underestimated by others. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel·fıre·net
Seeing Louis looking at him with shining eyes, his nose almost tilted up in delight, he was in such a good mood that he directly hoisted Louis onto his shoulder:
"Come on, let me take you to experience something great. I assure you’ll feel like you’re in heaven afterward, all soreness thrown out the window."
Louis froze, waving his hands desperately:
"Wait, Instructor, I have a fiancée, I can’t go to such a place..."
However, the next moment, his voice was drowned out by the strong wind.
Damn, Jino seemed to have broken the sound barrier with his speed.
...10 minutes later...
Louis, full of grievance, looked at him, emitting strange "uh uh ah ah" sounds, somewhat disappointedly turning to Instructor Jino and said:
"The heavenly experience you were referring to, is it the Royal Physiotherapy Room?"
The male therapist, whose arm muscles were thicker than Louis’s leg, pressed two fingers onto his back, pushed upwards, causing Louis to "ah" again, his tail behind whipping like a whip.
Jino rarely spoke more than a few words.
"What else did you think? Women only slow down my sword-drawing speed."
"You kid overdid it today. Without the therapist using life magic power for manipulation and repair, if you manage to get out of bed tomorrow, I’ll admit defeat."
"Get more physiotherapy sessions. Remember, this is a treatment only available to officers and above."
Louis was scared by his serious expression:
"Am I seriously injured?"
Jino shook his head: "Not really. But reaching a certain level in practice without proper maintenance can lead to injuries. Here, there’s a special ointment for bruises and sprains.
Only when my men achieve something do I occasionally bring a few here to use."
The next moment, the therapist’s palm, covered with cold ointment, pushed hard, and that sour and swelling pain turned into dual sensations of ice and fire relief.
He couldn’t help but hiss.
The body’s pain faded, and a sense of relaxation spread gradually.
With it came fatigue and drowsiness.
Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep in the therapy room.
When he awoke, there was no one around.
In another therapy room near the Royal Physiotherapy Room.
The midday sunlight lazily filtered through the glass window, shining on smooth skin.
Several kinds of sparkling Magic Potion were evenly smeared on Olivia, the numb sensation making her fall into a deep sleep, the warm silk cloth barely covering below her waist, one adorable white foot exposed, toes like silk worms squirming restlessly.
As usual, this frail princess was undergoing a magic potion bath treatment.
Perhaps because the treatment felt so comfortable, at this moment, her small mouth was slightly open, a droplet of crystalline saliva slipping down the corner, hanging on the rubber pillow.
"Hey hey... Hit the Invading Kingdom... Praises from Sister Wang..."
Suddenly, a warm towel was placed over her eyes.
"Your Highness, the therapy is over."
The steaming heat caused the little swan to wake slowly, barely removing the towel, eyes bleary, and with a faintly confused childish voice:
The head maid pushed up the frame of her glasses, wiping the lenses blurred by steam.
"Let me wipe you down. By the way, I met Captain Jino on the way, and he mentioned His Highness Louis... "
Upon hearing of the Invading Kingdom, Olivia yawned despite her lingering sleepiness:
Captain Jino, after all, is the Hell Instructor, a presence that quiets crying children within the Royal Guard.
She had gone through so much trouble, dragging her sickly body out to see him to dramatize her plight, just to see how Louis would be tormented, right?
If the kid got pushed a little and voluntarily gave up being a prince, wouldn’t that be delightful?
Only a world where Louis suffered could be achieved!
Mentioning the prince, the head maid’s voice became more animated:
Lumi: "I heard Captain Jino say that today His Highness Louis was so exhausted he couldn’t even stand."
Little Swan: "Mm hmm!"
Lumi: "Captain Jino took His Highness Louis directly to the Royal Physiotherapy Room, billing the therapy fees to him..."
Little Swan (nodding excitedly): "That’s great, I knew that guy definitely couldn’t stick with the training..."
Lumi: "Captain Jino said it was because His Highness made obvious progress and worked too hard..."