Assimilate All Talents

Chapter 57: Second Day of Training

Sol woke up to the grinding sound of the metal door opening as Weaver came in.

"I’m baaaack, darling~!"

Weaver was now dressed in a formal white suit with a lot of unnecessary tassels. The sound of his wooden boots echoed in the cell. Still groggy and sore from sleeping on the hard stone floor, Sol begrudgingly sat up as he saw the man enter.

Weaver produced a chair from his spatial ring and gestured for Sol to take a seat.

As Sol sat in the chair, he couldn’t help but ask, "What about breakfast? Or lunch, I don’t even know what time it is down here anymore."

Weaver laughed, "Of course, you’ll get to eat! Buuuut only after you finish today’s lesson." After saying that, Weaver took out a blackboard and wore some obviously fake glasses.

With his usually playful tone, he said, "Class is now in session!"

"..."

"While I know you can cast water magic, I am not an expert in it as my magic is a bit unique. I am well versed in fighting and that is what we will focus on today. So let me begin class by asking my favorite student a question, what does the swordsmanship skill do?"

Weaver with his chalk stick wrote on the board "Weak Attack" and circled it seven times.

"You really gotta work on this one, darling~. But there is one more attack we will go over."

He continued writing, and below "Weak Attacks", there now was "Feints".

"Feints are similar to weak attacks in the fact that you don’t commit your all into the attack but with a different purpose. Weak attacks are meant to be numerous and to bother your opponent but feints trick your opponent into thinking that it is your real attack. You would make a grand motion as if you are committing to a real attack but with no real force behind it. The opponent will react with a block or focus their attention on it and then you will move your sword into position for a real attack that bypasses those defenses."

’Ahh, that’s what Sandy did with me...’

Before getting captured by Weaver, Sol fought the red cloaked assassin which used similar tactics. Fake attacks that tricked him to block them and in turn created an opening they exploited. They also peppered him with quick but low effort attacks that would have eventually worn him down if he didn’t turn it around in an instant.

Weaver recalled both the blackboard and the chair sending Sol to his butt. With a grunt, Sol stood back up and glared at Weaver.

"So, for today’s training, we are going to work on the two different kinds of attacks you’re lacking in, weak attacks and feints. Let’s~! Get~! To~! It~!"

Summoning the same wooden puppet and wooden sword from yesterday, Sol was once again made to fight. Although it was his captor teaching him, since these combat techniques were an overall good thing to learn, Sol didn’t hesitate to fully focus on learning them. There is also the ongoing bet he had with Weaver to get all his questions answered if he won against the puppet which motivated him even more. So after organizing his thoughts Sol grabbed the wooden sword and charged towards the puppet.