As soon as the system added the new quest for training the Six Powers techniques, memories immediately began surfacing inside Issho’s head.
Different methods, movements, body adjustments, and strange sensations flooded his mind one after another, all revolving around one basic principle—blood circulation.
It was almost unbelievable how deeply the Six Powers depended on controlling the flow of blood throughout the body.
For example, if he wanted to practice the Shave technique, then he had to actively control and direct the blood flow toward his legs, concentrating the circulation there while rapidly kicking the ground at least ten times within a single second to perform the technique properly.
The image of explosive movement flashed inside his mind.
For the Iron Body technique, the process was different.
He had to partially suppress and stabilize the movement of blood around specific muscle areas, making those muscles denser and tighter at particular points, achieving a hardening effect that created an extremely powerful defense.
It was not merely physical toughness; it was controlled reinforcement of the body itself.
As for Moonwalk, it similarly involved directing blood circulation into the lower body, especially the legs and calves, to generate explosive kicking force.
The legs had to release enough power to kick the air itself as though it were solid ground.
The idea sounded absurd, yet the memories carried absolute certainty with them.
Every movement pattern appeared vividly inside his head despite his blindness, almost as though his body itself was being taught directly.
Then came Tempest Kick.
In this technique as well, the blood had to be focused heavily around the ankles and leg muscles.
The leg then had to move like a violent whip lash, releasing compressed air pressure powerful enough to form a sharp air blade capable of cutting enemies from a distance.
Even imagining the force behind it made Issho’s muscles tense slightly.
Then came the Paper Drawing technique.
This one was different from the others.
Instead of concentrating blood in one area, the blood had to flow freely and smoothly throughout the entire body.
Every muscle needed to remain loose, flexible, and reactive.
The body then had to move with extreme speed and instinctive responsiveness, becoming as light and flowing as paper drifting in the wind.
Finally came Finger Pistol.
For this, blood had to be concentrated directly into the fingers, especially the fingertips, hardening and strengthening them to an abnormal degree.
The training method involved repeatedly piercing the fingers into wooden stakes or hard surfaces until the fingers gained enough penetrating force to pierce through them effortlessly, eventually becoming powerful enough to stab into the human body like bullets themselves.
These were the training methods of the Six Powers.
Issho silently absorbed all the information while standing there.
The faint sound of wind brushing past his ears mixed with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Then, without wasting another moment, he immediately began trying to circulate his blood according to the memories.
After becoming a Trainee Knight-level Blood Forged Knight, his control over blood circulation had already become far greater than that of an ordinary human.
He could actively guide the flow of blood through his body with increasing precision, deciding where to concentrate more blood and where to reduce the flow, leaving only enough for that body part to continue functioning normally.
It felt strange.
Every pulse inside his veins became clearer to him now, almost like another sense entirely.
Even without sight, Issho could faintly feel the movement beneath his skin, the warmth traveling through his limbs, the pressure shifting as he focused harder.
Slowly, carefully, he began experimenting with directing the blood toward his legs first, then his fingertips.
However, Issho also understood one thing clearly—the training of the Six Powers techniques would be extremely difficult.
These were not abilities that could be mastered in a single day just because he possessed the knowledge of how they worked.
His body still needed to adapt to them through repeated practice and suffering.
So, just like every other day, he first began with the second daily quest, which was to practice swordsmanship with Fujitora using the shadow fighting ability in the real world.
Soon, the familiar presence appeared before him.
The sound of blades colliding echoed repeatedly through the area, which was only audible to Issho.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Issho continuously exchanged strikes against Fujitora’s shadow for an entire hour.
His breathing gradually became rougher while sweat trickled down from his forehead.
Again and again, his sword was deflected, redirected, or suppressed with terrifying precision.
Yet every single clash gave him new understanding.
After finally completing the quest, the reward immediately arrived.
Swordsmanship insights surged into his mind like a flowing river, allowing him to digest new insights, movement patterns, and combat understanding at a speed impossible for ordinary people.
Issho quietly stood there for a few moments, absorbing everything while tightly holding his sword.
Only after that did he move on toward the training of the Six Powers techniques.
And the first technique he began practicing was Shave.
Issho lowered his stance slightly and began controlling the blood circulation toward his legs.
He could feel warmth surging downward through his veins as the muscles in his legs tightened.
Then he suddenly exploded forward, trying to kick the ground ten times within a single second.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Dust scattered slightly around his feet.
However, with Issho’s current ability, he was only able to perform four rapid kicks in a single burst before losing rhythm completely.
His body simply could not keep up yet.
Still, Issho was not disappointed.
As expected…
mastery is needed first.
Again he tried.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
His feet repeatedly struck the ground at terrifying speed while the strain on his leg muscles rapidly increased.
Veins slightly bulged around his calves from the forced blood circulation.
After repeatedly attempting to reach ten rapid kicks in succession and failing over and over again, he finally stopped the practice temporarily and moved on toward the next technique.
Iron Body.
Issho slowly guided blood around specific muscle groups, trying to suppress and compress the circulation around those areas.
The muscles in his arms and chest gradually tightened unnaturally.
He clenched his fists while trying to maintain the hardened state.
The process was extremely uncomfortable.
It almost felt as though pressure was building beneath his skin itself.
Maintaining stable circulation while simultaneously hardening the muscles required far more control than he expected.
After that, he moved on toward practicing Moonwalk.
Issho squatted slightly before jumping upward.
The moment he rose into the air, he tried kicking the empty air beneath him—
Failed.
His body immediately lost balance and dropped back toward the ground.
Thud.
Issho landed heavily, but without hesitation, he jumped again.
Kick.
Failed again.
Once more.
Again.
Again.
The repeated sounds of jumping and landing echoed continuously through the backyard.
Despite being blind, Issho continuously adjusted the angle of his kicks by sensing the movement of air around him.
His breathing gradually became heavier, yet he still continued.
Only after failing repeatedly did he move toward practicing Tempest Kick.
This time, he surged more blood into his leg muscles and sharply swung his leg through the air like a violent whip lash.
Whoosh!
A faint tearing sound echoed through the air, though no true air blade formed yet.
Again he kicked.
Whoosh!
His legs moved with increasing speed while the muscles strained under the pressure.
Dust lightly swirled around him from the force of his kicks.
Finally, he moved on toward the Paper Drawing technique.
And for this, Issho simultaneously activated the shadow fighting ability.
Soon, another figure appeared in front of him.
This time, however, it was not Fujitora.
From Elric’s memories, Issho recognized the presence immediately.
It was one of the trainee guards from the Pendragon family, someone Elric used to spar against during his early days while trying to become a Knight himself.
Issho calmly held his sword and commanded the young trainee to attack.
The moment the attack came, Issho immediately tried using the Paper Drawing technique to evade by loosening his body and allowing his movements to flow instinctively.
Slash!
Failed.
The wooden sword still struck his shoulder.
Again the trainee attacked.
Issho attempted to move like flowing paper, trying to let his body naturally evade the strike—
Failed again.
Another hit landed against him.
Still, Issho continued trying repeatedly while carefully feeling the flow of blood throughout his body.
Too stiff…
my reactions are still too rigid.
Only after practicing for a long while did he finally move toward the last technique—Finger Pistol.
Nearby, there was a thick wooden stake.
Issho grabbed it firmly and slammed it deep into the ground with a powerful punch like a hammer strike.
Thud!
The stake became firmly fixed into the earth.
Then Issho concentrated blood into his fingers before repeatedly thrusting them toward the wooden stake.
Thak!
Thak!
Thak!
Pain immediately shot through his fingers, but Issho ignored it completely and continued stabbing forward over and over again beneath the dim sound of the wind brushing past him.
He practiced all six powers techniques for ten minutes each because that was the requirement of the system.
By the time he finally completed the last part of the training, his entire body felt heavy.
Sweat had already soaked parts of his clothes, and his breathing had become rough and uneven.
The muscles in his legs were trembling slightly from the repeated strain of Shave and Moonwalk practice, while his fingers still carried a faint stinging pain from Finger Pistol training.
Then the system’s voice echoed inside his head.
“Receive insight on Six Powers training.”
As soon as the voice disappeared, a strange feeling of enlightenment suddenly appeared in Issho’s mind.
Large amounts of understanding began flowing into his thoughts one after another.
He immediately realized where he had been making mistakes while practicing the Six Powers techniques.
Tiny flaws in posture, imbalance in blood circulation, unnecessary muscle tension, timing errors in movement speed, and inefficient force distribution—all of it became clearer to him.
For Shave, he realized his explosive leg motion lacked rhythm between the kicks.
For Iron Body, he understood that his blood compression around the muscles was too unstable.
For Moonwalk, the angle and timing of his air kicks were incorrect.
For Tempest Kick, his whip-like motion lacked proper rotational force.
For Paper Drawing, his body remained too tense instead of naturally flowing with instinct.
And for Finger Pistol, he was concentrating too much force into brute piercing strength instead of focused penetration.
All those thoughts continuously surfaced inside his head like streams of understanding merging together.
Issho quietly absorbed everything before letting out a long exhausted breath.
“I will definitely fix this tomorrow…
currently, I am very tired,” Issho muttered to himself while breathing heavily.
And he genuinely was exhausted.
One full hour of sword fighting against Fujitora’s shadow and then another entire hour of brutal Six Powers training had pushed his body hard.
Even standing still now felt tiring.
His muscles carried a dull ache throughout his body, especially his legs and arms.
The cold morning wind lightly brushed across his sweat-covered skin as he slowly calmed his breathing.
After finishing his training—which today had ended one hour later than usual—Issho finally began walking toward the restaurant.
His footsteps were slower than normal this time.
As soon as Issho entered and walked toward his usual position, the surrounding noise lowered ever so slightly for a moment.
Then, just like always, nobody was sitting in his usual spot.
It seemed that over time, the people here had unconsciously started regarding that seat as Issho’s seat.
After all, he came there daily.
Not to mention, news had already spread among the regular customers about the blind young man who had hunted a wolf by himself.
Because of that incident, most people no longer viewed Issho as some weak blind orphan.
Even without seeing him directly, many people instinctively treated him carefully.
To them, Issho was clearly not a normal person.
So generally, nobody sat in that place anymore because they thought doing so might offend him.
Of course, Issho himself would never care about something so petty.
He was not that kind of person.
Still, if people willingly left that place empty for him, then honestly, it was also quite convenient for Issho, who was naturally introverted and preferred avoiding unnecessary interaction with strangers.
As Issho sat down in his usual seat, he let out another deep breath while faint exhaustion lingered across his face.
Tomorrow…
I’ll improve further.