"Black Iron Master, Profound Bronze Master, Shining Silver Master, and White Gold Master, those are the realms of power below the power of a god, although crossing from one to another is difficult, almost impossible for the vast majority, perseverance, courage, intelligence, lineage, luck, wealth and destiny, are the determining factors in it," Chuyi said but it doesn't look promising.
"The Black Warrior is a practice of Black Iron Master and a bit of an introduction to Profound Bronze Master, thinking that one realm is inferior to another is a serious mistake, because the realms only show a difference in the proximity to what would be defined as a god, not exactly the brute force of this, it is a common mistake of many" Chiyo said as he brought his face closer to Thorin and he backed away in the chair.
"hehe, an example of this would be a barbarian on the battlefield, brute physical strength is referred to under Black Iron Master, a Black Iron Master is defined by increasing his physical strength beyond conceivable limits, while a Profound Bronze master, is in charge of refining his 6 senses, enough to see miles away, feel the wind and its changes with his skin instantly, among other things related to the senses"
"The superiority of a Profound Bronze Master over a Black Iron Master comes from that these combats at different levels, an example would be that a Profound Bronze range archer could hit a Black Iron warrior in the eyes from a mile, invalidating the physical strength of the warrior, but if this warrior wears an armor and shield armored enough to withstand the arrows, then in close combat if the archer did not train his mastery in Black Iron, then he will end up in mush" the old man Chiyo hit the table gutting a fly and smiled happily.
"On the other hand, magicians are naturally Shining Silver Masters, mana control is the main characteristic of a Shining Silver Master, if the archer tries to shoot a magician from a distance, no matter how sharp his senses are, he will be vulnerable against the charms and spells of the magician, although this as long as the magician's mastery is enough to cover the distance and he has his senses sharp, magicians have by nature sharpened their seventh sense and the other senses above someone normal, it is not strange that they end up dying in the hands of some assassin who has a better mastery of Profound Bronze Mastery and can hide their presence from the senses of a mage who hasn't trained his mastery of Profound Bronze" Chuyi explained while with his hand he made as if he was holding a dagger and stuck it in the kidneys of some unfortunate magician.
"So someone's level rank isn't indicative of their strength?" Thorin asked as he understood what old Chiyo was trying to explain to him.
"Right, even though in most cases the upper rank is stronger than the lower rank, we could call it the size of the predator, still a warrior with sharp senses can go on to learn Profound Bronze and have swordsmanship, spear, etc, will reach to more sublime power, these would be known as 'Natural Knight' even without a noble title is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, precisely the tome: Black Warrior is an introductory book with the goal of becoming a ' Natural Knight', and there's more"
"If this warrior comes to have an affinity for magic or trains in his affinity for magic, then he will become known as a 'Magic Knight', with the ability to mobilize mana while swinging his weapons! It's not the limitation of an individual's power, but their innate potential, intelligence, and understanding are the limitations" Chuyi explained sharply.
"I think I get it, so how can I become a Magic Knight? And what about the White Gold Masters?" Thorin asked as he settled down and clenched his fists on his skinny legs.
"hehe, first you must crawl before wanting to run, training is a thing of years and decades before talking about any Magic Knight, White Gold Masters are just a handful and the barrier to the ceiling of what mortals can reach, that warrior who reaches this level is known as 'Soul Knight' there are less than 20 of them in the Empire and only 1 in the Moriah Kingdom, they are on par with the Archmages and are even more lethal than them in 1 on 1 combat," Chuyi said with reverence, it was a level of power beyond the imagination of a peasant like him.
"But those are skies too distant for you, now that I have explained to you in general what you should know, here comes the good part, get up from this chair and do the exercises that I tell you!" old man Chuyi gave him a mischievous look with a smile.
"You wanted to know why Farine is far stronger than you? Now you will experience why she is stronger than you!" with his cane he hit Thorin in the legs and corrected his goggle way of standing
"That's better, now you'll put this position... not like that! spread your legs more, the path of the Black Warrior is one of sacrifice, courage, and a measured and tempered rage in arduous training, come on, follow my instructions! " Old man chuyi began to scold and train him with shouts, different from his usual relaxed demeanor.
Thorin just clenched his teeth and even though he didn't understand well, he knew that he only had to obey and try to train correctly.
as the training progresses, Thorin could quickly feel his body aching but at the same time a feeling of tiredness that was somehow comforting.
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'I can feel how the fibers of my muscles suffer micro-ruptures and they fill with blood, it is a limited and directed impact! This training is different from the one in the gyms? It is more similar to that of the Shaolin monks!' Thorin panted on the floor as he felt tingles all over his body.
"You should practice every 3 days for your body to recover, if we had medicine it would be better but each medicinal bath costs 8 large copper coins" Chuyi wiped the sweat and said tiredly.
"Ugh, it's almost dark now it's time for me to go…" Thorin struggled to get on his feet.
"Come on, go now, this is just to lay the foundations for your training, Farine went through it just like his father, I don't want you to leave it halfway, did you hear me?"
"I won't" Thorin said in a firm voice as he left the house.
"This is my last chance, don't let me down boy," Chuyi said in a low voice sitting on the chair once he was alone.
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Thorin left old Chuyi's house and seeing that there was still a bit of sun left he went to Farine's house, they talked a bit and he asked to borrow her big ax.
Farine agreed to lend it to him without even asking what he wanted it for, only that he should bring it before nightfall.
Thorin thanked her for this and without delay went to the part of the forest where the houses of both were separated, since both lived in the vicinity of the village in the western part, they were less than 200 meters away.
Without wasting any more time, he began to split wet dead trunks that were in the place, after cutting about 6 pieces of trunks to a size of one meter, he stopped, and returned the ax, Farine did not say anything more to him and yawned because she used to sleep early.
"do not fail me tomorrow, Thorin, remember to rest and come refreshed" Farine reminded him
"Don't worry Big Sis" Thorin said goodbye and quickly returned to his hut.
but he still had work to do and he took advantage of the light of the twin moons to make the second room in the back of his hut, with the small ax in hand it was only a matter of hours before he finished making the walls with branches and then stuffed them with mud.
"I hope that what I read in the articles about mushrooms was true, if the transplant fails I would be losing a good source of income, only... I didn't want to resort to that but it seems that I have no other option." Thorin looked at the ceiling of his new room and shook his head, making a new thatched roof required more work and if he did it by himself it would waste at least 4 or 5 days.
Thinking that the most optimal option was something risky but remembering the look that Toms had given him, he knew that he had no other way out.
"Sigh, I just hope and luck is on my side..." Thorin took the pans, some clothing fabric that was too worn to wear and was used in the patches, as well as charcoal that he had brought from the Farine house, and finally a jar with salt.
For the next 2 hours he got busy until late at night, Thorin looked at his work when he finished, which could either give him a good sum of income or could earn him a ticket to hell.
"This salt tastes just like I remember it, even better since this body is devoid of salt" Thorin had filtered and removed the impurities from the salt he had bought and the one he already had in his hut, to make refined salt.
From little more than 2 pounds he had been reduced to 1 and a half pounds of salt, but the crystals were clear as snow, a pity that it was night and he was not seeing clearly.
"A pound and a half are 6 large copper coins, but the value of refined salt is at least 10 times that value! It's going to be a bigger risk to do this..." Thorin gulped, it was risky and at the same time, with a lucrative reward.
"sigh, men are lost looking for interests and birds in search of a nest, may it be what God wants" Thorin sobered bitterly, and putting out the fire he entered his hut to finally conclude the day.
while he tried to sleep the faces of his loved ones in his past life flashed through his mind and a tear slid down his cheek, just remembering the faces of the people he cared about in this world gave him a little consolation.
"I already lost a whole world of people, I must protect those who are with me now..." Thorin squeezed his hands and making a decision got up from the bed
He hastily got his clothes ready and, hesitating for a moment, took the ax and hid it under a rustic coat that he had for winter, it had a hood that served to protect him from the snow but now it would serve to hide his identity.
"It is better to do it now in the heat of the moment," Thorin said with determination as he took the bag with the refined salt and left his house in silence.