“Alright.” Rez nodded without objection and added, “It’s perfect timing for you to watch me and give me some pointers while you’re at it.”
“Huh?
You want me to give you pointers?
This…
this is a bit inappropriate, isn’t it?” Mikasa looked a bit flustered and waved her hands hurriedly, her voice tinged with anxiety.
“My battle power is only 200, while yours is probably around 2 million, right?”
Rez was speechless.
As expected of an Angel, she could determine his exact battle power so easily.
“Ah…
I was just guessing…
wasn’t I?” Mikasa seemed to feel she had misspoken.
Like a child who had done something wrong, her face flushed red, and her voice grew softer and softer until the last few words were almost inaudible.
She lowered her head and stared at her toes, looking like she was waiting to be scolded.
“There’s a saying: ‘Among three people walking, there must be one who can be my teacher,'” Rez said with a smile, his tone relaxed.
“Even though my battle power is high, it doesn’t mean my combat techniques are excellent.”
“If…
if you don’t mind, then I’ll give it a try,” Mikasa said softly, still keeping her head down, but there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.
“I don’t mind at all,” Rez waved his hand.
Then, without any hesitation, Rez began to train right in front of Mikasa.
He took a deep breath, spread his feet apart, squatted slightly, and then threw a punch at the air.
The wind from the punch whistled, tearing through the air and producing a sharp explosive sound.
He didn’t stop.
One punch, two punches, ten punches, a hundred punches.
The sunlight shone on his lean upper body, and sweat slid down the contours of his muscles, glistening in the sun.
Mikasa stood to the side, watching quietly.
Her gaze followed Rez’s every movement, from the trajectory of his fists to the movement of his feet, and from the rhythm of his breathing to the flow of his aura.
A thoughtful look gradually appeared in her pale blue eyes.
She didn’t speak; she just watched intently.
However, when Mikasa saw Rez’s focused training and his handsome face with sweat trickling down, she was a bit dazed by the sight for a moment, and a flush crept onto her face.
She stood on the rock, motionless, her hands subconsciously clutching her Battle Armor, her blue eyes staring straight at Rez with a somewhat dazed look.
A strong wind blew past her, causing her black hair to flutter gently, but she was completely oblivious to it.
After training for a while, Rez suddenly noticed that the look in Mikasa’s eyes was a bit off.
He stopped and shook the sweat from his head.
“Hey, how was it?” Rez asked from a distance.
“Huh?
What?” Mikasa immediately snapped out of it, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.
She hurriedly lowered her eyes and asked in a small voice.
Rez was completely speechless.
What do you mean “what”?
He was training so seriously just now, and she was brushing him off with a “what”?
He took a deep breath and patiently asked directly, “How were my attacks and other skills?”
“So…
so handsome!” Mikasa murmured softly with a look of infatuation.
She only realized what she had said after the words left her mouth.
Her face instantly turned red to the tips of her ears, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Rez felt a bit amused.
He admitted he was handsome, but the problem was, wasn’t she being a bit too much of a fangirl for a little Angel?
He shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up slightly.
“Ah…
I see, you wanted me to give you some pointers,” Mikasa finally came to her senses and said with a realization, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment.
Rez nodded gently.
“It’s not really ‘pointers’…
I…
I’m just giving my suggestions.
After all, your battle power far exceeds mine,” Mikasa said softly.
She didn’t even dare to look Rez in the eye, instead turning her gaze aside to stare at a distant rock as if there were a flower on it.
“Go ahead, I’m listening,” Rez said with a slight smile, taking a few steps toward her.
Feeling him approach, Mikasa’s body stiffened slightly, and her grip on her Battle Suit tightened.
“I don’t know much about your fighting style, but…
but my father once taught me some combat techniques,” Mikasa said in a soft voice, her face flushing.
“I’m not sure if these techniques would be suitable for you.”
Rez’s heart stirred.
Mikasa’s father had taught her some combat techniques.
If nothing was amiss, wouldn’t her father be the Grand Priest?
He was the most powerful god in the entire universe.
Zeno was also powerful, but it was said he didn’t know how to fight, though he could wipe out the entire universe with a wave of his hand.
“Whether it’s suitable or not, tell me and I’ll judge for myself,” Rez said with a smile, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Mikasa looked up, shot him a quick glance, and then lowered her eyes again.
“The skill my father taught me is called Ultra Instinct.
It’s a technique that severs the direct control between the brain and the body, allowing each part of the body to think independently and react instinctively to danger with zero delay,” she explained seriously.
Though her voice was soft, it was much steadier than usual.
“If you can truly master Ultra Instinct, your strength will advance by leaps and bounds, allowing you to resolve any crisis.”
Rez looked at Mikasa silently.
As expected, it really was Ultra Instinct.
If he learned Ultra Instinct, wouldn’t he just soar to the top from now on?
Compared to it, things like Super Saiyan, or Super Saiyan 2, 3, 4, and so on, were all just small fry in front of Ultra Instinct.
“It sounds pretty good.
Can you teach me?” Rez asked with a serious expression, his eyes full of anticipation.
“Ah?
You really want to learn?” Mikasa felt a bit self-conscious and couldn’t help but exclaim, her blue eyes wide.
“Yes,” Rez nodded, his expression becoming even more solemn.
“This…
al…
alright then.” Mikasa hesitated for two seconds but ultimately agreed readily.
After saying that, she lowered her head again, the tips of her ears so red they looked like they might bleed.
“By the way, who is…
your father?” Rez asked casually.
“My father?
Ah…
oh dear…
my father died in battle a few years ago…” Mikasa lowered her head somewhat guiltily and answered in a low voice.
After saying this, she seemed to suddenly feel she should act sad.
Then, she gently wiped a tear and even sniffled.
Rez found the situation highly amusing.
Is it really appropriate for you to say that about the Grand Priest?
Looking at Mikasa’s expression as she tried her best to look sad while clearly feeling guilty, Rez almost burst out laughing.
“It seems there are many orphans among us Saiyans…” Mikasa sighed softly, biting her lower lip as she tried hard to make her expression look even sadder.
“Yeah, after all, we are a Warrior Race, fighting abroad year after year…” Rez let out a long sigh, looked up at the starry sky, and said in a heavy voice, “One day, the Saiyans will pay the price for their actions.”
He played along with her act, casting his gaze toward the distant horizon with a solemn expression.