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[11.04 Unique technique due to change in settings – Jin Ga Singing Method Refining – deleted]

Just like when I learned the irregular ode, I found the letters marked in red in Chen Mingmei’s patch notes.

Practice of true singing technique. It was a technology with an unnecessarily long name.

But there was something a little surprising.

“How to sing?”

Since I’m a kid who uses a sword, I naturally thought the deleted skills would be sword techniques, but singing techniques? Mingmei, you look better with a spear than a sword, is that it?

There was something a little odd about it, but it wasn’t that important. In fact, since I had been using a baton until now, I thought a spear would be better than a sword.

“Use it, you’ll understand once you get the hang of it.”

[There is dummy data for the Jin Family Singing Method.]

[Do you want to learn?]

“Learn.”

[Learning how to practice singing and singing.]

[Change data index. Grand prize, player Kim Do-han.]

Just like when learning an ode, certain knowledge began to be forcibly engraved in my brain.

No, it wasn’t just the brain. Muscles, joints, organs—the body was being twisted, torn, and reassembled, transforming into the body of a martial artist perfecting a martial art.

How to move your body, how to swing a weapon, how to estimate distance, and how to observe the situation were all engraved on your body.

It was a different kind of pain than simply acquiring knowledge. It felt like I was frantically chopping my body with blades and pounding my joints with something blunt over and over again.

“Keuuu….

sick. It hurts like crazy. It hurts so much!

“Click ─!”

Fuck. If this was going to happen, I shouldn’t have warned you in advance!

This is why you shouldn’t trust these bastards!

I felt a fishy taste in my mouth, as if I was licking iron. Did I bite my tongue without realizing it? Are you clenching your teeth so hard that your gums are bleeding? I do not know.

“Are you okay…?”

At that moment, I felt someone’s touch and the pain subsided a little. It seems like something warm seeps into my heart and makes me forget the pain.

Only then was I able to open my eyes and look around a little. As I was about to leave the classroom and learn the technology, the eyes of several students who had not yet returned were focused on me.

However, when the other person actually raised their hand towards me, there was no such thing as ‘gaze’.

Because he was wearing a black eyepatch covering his eyes.

“Saint Lee Shin…?”

“yes?”

[Thierry Marie Joanna De Arc]

Ah, it was this name.

“…Thierry Marie Joanna de Arc.”

“Please feel free to call me Marie Thierry.”

Although her eyes were covered with an eyepatch, it was not difficult to guess that she was looking at me with concern.

Because his trembling hands, his soft but cautious voice, and every little action he made were all worrying about me.

“I never thought I would get help from a disabled person.”

“Hehehe, I didn’t do much.”

They don’t seem to care much about the term “disabled.”

“Are you okay now?”

“Uh, but why are you talking like that?”

“Ehehe. I’m still a little bad at Korean. Is it really awkward?”

“It’s not that kind of problem—”

When I was about to say something, the assistant standing behind Marie Thierry waved his hand and stopped me from saying more.

Hmm?

I ignored the assistant’s earnest look and said what I wanted to say.

“I think you’re trying to be cute.”

“Am I cute?”

“….”

This bastard’s Korean language patch is not complete.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

“Did the assistant standing behind you teach you Korean?”

“Yes! My sister taught me a lot in advance!”

When I looked at the assistant like I was looking at trash, the assistant avoided my gaze for no reason and looked the other way.

“…That’s understandable.”

“What is it? Œuf?”

“What is off?”

“yes?”

“Someone thinks he’s a Chinese guy from Europe, so he only knows about it….”

“What is a Chinese dog?”

“Chinese.”

“ah!”

Marie Thierry heard the four syllables of ‘Chinese’ and started giggling.

The assistant standing behind covered his face and started shaking his head. It looks a bit miserable.

“Puh-huh, do you hate France?”

“uh.”

“I hate it too! Can you say consensus? We have something in common!”

“Well, French people are a bit precious….”

“Am I precious?”

“Yes, it is precious.”

“Hehehe.”

The French people’s identity as a ‘French citizen’ is not comparable to other countries in Europe.

France is not called the Chinese of Europe for nothing. It is not difficult to tell just by looking at the people who eat frogs and snails and show their pride in their food by saying Michelin.

In that respect, Marie Thierry was definitely ‘precious’. It was rare and unique.

“That’s what the bishop said. French, you vulgar sons of vipers!”

“aha.”

It seems that Marie Thierry’s ‘Gukka’ tendency was influenced by religion.

The French are a bit shallow… . In that case, Marie Thierry’s identity should be seen as closer to a ‘conservative Christian’ than a ‘French citizen’.

“Anyway, thank you for helping me. I thought you were in pain.”

“Why did it hurt? I was surprised that you suddenly screamed? I was surprised!”

“I worked out. Muscle pain.”

“Muscle pain? Myalgie?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that’s probably what you’re thinking.”

“Is it okay if I don’t go to the hospital?”

“Uh-huh.”

Marie Thierry had a lighter and more lively personality than expected.

As a blind person, I didn’t know because I usually only went to places where I needed to be cautious, but when I started talking to him, he was very gesture-rich and lively.

The assistant watching from behind looked very worried.

“If you’re sick, you have to go to the hospital! Holy power is a temporary solution? A temporary solution? Anyway, that’s the deal!”

“Aren’t you going home…?”

“Home? Do you want to come home to play?”

“You crazy bastard….”

“yes?”

“I have a headache, so I have to go to the hospital. Bye, too.”

“Would you like to go with me?”

“no.”

“Hehehe.”

I handed the crazy Frenchman over to my assistant and quickly ran away.

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I came to the training center at the academy to test my newly learned ‘Jinga Singing Technique’.

Unlike odes, which involve simply singing, singing techniques required training by swinging a weapon yourself.

I went into the ‘reaction speed test’ room holding a practice baton provided at the training range. This is a place where you can do simple training of hitting balls flying from all over the place.

As we entered, a recorded voice came from the speakers installed in the ceiling.

─The reaction speed test begins. The starting stage is step 1.

After waiting for a while, a ball was shot out at high speed from one of the ejection ports installed throughout the room.

If you get hit, it may seem quite painful, but as long as you don’t get hit, it’s okay. I swung the practice baton and hit the ball.

As I hit one ball, another ball was launched, and I continued to swing the baton, gradually getting used to controlling my body.

“This is kind of fun!”

As its name suggests, ‘Jinga Changbeop Yeongmageol (陳家槍法鍊磨訣)’ was a kind of basic technique, not some kind of basic martial arts.

Rannachal (攔拿扎). A singing training method that includes the techniques of pushing, pulling, pressing, and stabbing.

Building a body to wield a spear, learning how to handle the spear, and even embedding the tip of the spear into the body so that it could respond to the opponent’s attack in any situation were all part of ‘polishing’.

─Step 1 test was successful. The score is 100 points. Since you have achieved a score of 90 or higher, you will move on to the next step.

As the level of testing increased, the speed of the flying ball began to gradually increase.

I continued to swing the baton and hit the ball. He avoided balls that were difficult to hit, and even pushed one ball away to hit another ball in succession.

─Step 2 test was successful. The score is 100 points.

─Step 3 test was successful. The score is 100 points.

From stage 4, the ball’s speed went beyond simply increasing, and the ball’s trajectory began to curve.

The balls collided with each other in the air and bounced off, forming an irregular trajectory. Sometimes, it seemed like there was a magnet inside and it stuck to itself and flew away.

It was difficult to predict the trajectory of the ball by looking at the direction it was flying in, and you had to see it and hit it the moment it came one inch in front of you.

It is literally a reaction speed test.

“It feels like some sort of rhythm game?”

It reminded me of a rhythm game I used to play.

It was a rhythm game with a gimmick that made the screen shake and interfere with reading the notes. It was harder than I thought, so I had to try again and again to clear it perfectly.

The memories of that time came back again and again, and my movements while swinging the baton also started to become a little more rhythmic.

One, two, three, four—one again.

─Failed step 11 test. The score is 75 points.

─Would you like to try again?

“no.”

After the reaction speed test was over, my body was wet with sweat.

It was surprising that the pole didn’t slip out of my hand.

“I feel refreshed after sweating for the first time in a while.”

As I quit training and came out of the training ground, I made eye contact with a student who was leaving the training ground at the same time.

It was a black-haired female student wearing a familiar military uniform.

He is holding a wooden sword in one hand, and the other hand is missing. It’s not that I don’t have anything in my hand, it’s that I have no hand.

[Jin Myeong-mi (陳明美, Chen Ming-mei)]

“You—”

“Ah, chinese.”

“It’s not a Chinese guy you know, it’s Chen Mingmei—”

When I saw the Chinese dog muttering something, a sudden feeling of gratitude came to me.

So I smiled brightly and expressed my gratitude.

“Your spear skills are amazing.”

“…what?”

Even though the Chinese didn’t seem to understand.