"Do you feel a surge of heat?"
"Yes, Father."
"This is just the first step. Next, you must make all the blood in your body boil."
The "Flame Breathing Explanation" also mentioned this, but none of the three found the knack, so they could only look eagerly at the old man.
Shinjuro was well aware of this but didn't explain anything. He walked directly in front of Senjuro and Ryan.
"Don't move. Feel this boiling power."
He stretched out his hands and pressed them on their hearts.
Instantly, Ryan felt a burst of heat in his chest. As his heart beat, the blood carried this heat throughout his body. Unlike the previous heat flow within his body, this time he felt his entire body was about to boil. In a short while, a large amount of hot sweat was expelled from his body.
"Maintain the rhythm of your Breathing Technique. Imagine yourself as a ball of flame."
Ryan knew the opportunity was rare and no longer paid attention to the outside world. He completely controlled his breathing according to the old man's instructions while emptying his mind.
Flames, flames, flames…
"Thump… thump… thump…"
So hot, so hot, so hot!
Ryan gritted his teeth and persisted, feeling the scorching heat with his whole body and mind. In a trance, he heard his heart beating and suddenly thought of the phrase "drive the pulse of the heart" from the "Flame Breathing Explanation".
Subconsciously, he combined the image of flames in his mind with this.
"Thump… thump-thump… thump-thump-thump!"
And so, he truly felt a ball of fire burning in his heart.
The next second, he felt a furnace added inside his body, getting hotter and hotter, then his skin turned red, and a large amount of sweat evaporated from his head.
Seeing this, Shinjuro was truly surprised. This kid…
So hot… so hot… so… scalding… so scalding!
Ryan felt he had to do something to dissipate the scorching heat throughout his body, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Quick! Gather this heat into your limbs, and swing your sword forward with big strides!"
While speaking, Shinjuro released his scorching hand and patted Ryan's chest again.
The heat seemed to be dispersed, and the scorching sensation in his body was immediately relieved. Ryan had an epiphany. He seized this momentary feeling to concentrate most of the heat into his feet, and then with a push…
Ryan rushed out like an arrow shot from a bow, leaving only a wisp of white smoke in place.
At this moment, his feet felt as if he was wearing a pair of rocket boots. For the first time, he experienced what explosive speed was like. This feeling of the wind chasing him from behind was truly exhilarating!
No, it's not exhilarating enough!
The scorching heat in his arms reminded him that it wasn't over yet.
Recalling the First Form recorded at the beginning of the "Flame Breathing Explanation", he raised his hands following the feeling, and then…
Swung them down!
"This is…"
Senjuro ignored the scorching heat in his heart and exclaimed.
"Flame Breathing First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
Shinjuro looked at the tiny figure in front of him, his expression very complicated. This guy managed to reach this point after only one experience. He really misjudged him!
Kanao stood still, her mouth wide open.
"Brother is so amazing…"
"Bang!"
A muffled sound echoed from afar; it was the sound of hitting a wall.
Shinjuro's mouth twitched. Well, that guy couldn't control that power at all. There was still a lot to learn.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Ryan clutched his left arm and shakily stood up, his entire body numb from the impact with the earthen wall.
"Heh! Not bad. It seems you won't forget this power. Remember that burning sensation."
No, Ryan only remembered the feeling of hitting a wall now.
"And you, Senjuro, don't stare at others. Take care of yourself first!"
"Yes, Father!"
"Yes, my foot! You didn't grasp that scorching power just now, which means your physical fitness is substandard. Practicing Breathing Technique would be in vain. First, lay a good foundation in swordsmanship. Next, go and spar with those people from the dojo."
"Yes!"
"Kanao, you too!"
"Ah!"
"If you want to learn Flame Breathing, ask that kid to teach you personally. Whether you can learn it depends on you."
"Ugh… Okay."
"Ryan, I've taught you everything I can. Come back to me when you can use First Form: Unknowing Fire on your own."
"But…"
"All of you, scram! Don't disturb my drinking."
"Yes!"
"Oh, and don't forget our agreement: ten jars of sake for one session of guidance."
"Yes!"
Heh, alright, this time Ryan made a profit. He pulled the two little ones and left the courtyard.
"Senior Brother is amazing! I can tell Father still approves of you, unlike me."
"Hehe, it's nothing. It just shows that our roasting training these past few days has been quite effective."
"Ugh…"
Senjuro suddenly didn't want to speak. Can we not mention that training?
"Ah, wuwu…"
Kanao indicated that she had no results whatsoever.
"Alright, Kanao, don't rush. I'll teach you once I master that feeling. Senjuro, don't be disheartened either. You're still young. First, spar with the dojo to hone your foundation. This is indeed very necessary."
Although he said that, the two little ones were still not in high spirits.
Seeing this, Ryan simply took them to the street to buy sake.
As dusk approached, Flower Street gradually became lively, and the worldly hustle and bustle slowly washed away the fatigue from the three of them.
In those days, there was no rule against minors buying alcohol. After Ryan successfully bought the alcohol, he pulled the reluctant Senjuro back. Kanao, on the other hand, was used to the street scenes and quietly followed behind.
Because they were wearing dojo uniforms, no melodramatic incidents occurred along the way. After returning to the dojo, all three of them cheered up.
The next day, Ryan honestly delivered the sake and, incidentally, enjoyed a face-changing performance by the old man. After that, he and Kanao returned to their usual training routine, while Senjuro went to the sparring grounds.
Having mastered the correct breathing rhythm, the two of them successfully took the first step this time. All that remained was that scorching heat.
With a clear goal, Ryan mustered his enthusiasm and tried to recall the feeling from that time. He didn't expect to soar to the sky; he just wanted to get "Flame Breathing (Uninitiated)" to appear on his task panel, which would give him a basis for adding points.
And so, three days passed with no progress.
"Heh! What kind of trash Breathing Technique is this? It doesn't even make sense scientifically. In that case, don't blame me for not playing fair!"
Ryan didn't even bother roasting himself with fire anymore. He put on his coat and walked away.
"Kanao, you try to find the feeling on your own first. I'm going to find the master now. I'll be back later."
"Okay, Brother."
Given Ryan's current status, he quickly met the master.
"Ryan, I haven't seen you in over ten days. How is your Breathing Technique training coming along?"
"Sigh, it's too difficult."
"Haha, this is just the beginning, don't rush."
"Ever since I managed to use First Form: Unknowing Fire once a few days ago, my learning progress has been stuck."
"Is that so? No need to… Hmm? You can already use the First Form?"
"Sigh, it was just a fluke, only once."
"Ah, is that so? Heh heh heh."
Seeing Ryan's unbearable expression, Henry Yanguang really wanted to hit him. To reach this point in just over ten days, and you have the nerve to say it's difficult!
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