In the expansive expanse of the training hall, Felix's heightened cognitive acuity, fueled by the assimilated memories of Felix Moonlight, granted him an uncanny awareness of the spatial intricacies surrounding him. The meticulous accuracy of the memories rendered the hall's features vivid and familiar, each detail etched with precision.
The walls, adorned in a subdued hue of light gray, bore testament to the remnants of countless sword clashes. Hairline fractures traced intricate patterns, silent witnesses to the evolution of the old Felix's sword art, a product of relentless trial and error. Positioned strategically in the hall's center stood a cohort of iron training dummies, each bearing its own set of battle scars—imprints of the formidable strikes that had tested their mettle. On the left side of the door's entrance, an array of wooden and real swords awaited, poised for the hands of a determined practitioner. Beyond these elements, the remainder of the room lay in pristine emptiness, a canvas awaiting the strokes of Felix's newfound expertise.
Reveling in the nostalgic memories of the training hall's layout, Felix gravitated toward the wooden swords, selecting one with measured deliberation. As the smooth, worn hilt nestled comfortably in his grip, he initiated a sequence of fluid swings, the rhythmic motion echoing the practiced grace of the old Felix.
Advancing toward the hall's epicenter, Felix, with eyes closed, embarked upon a symphony of slashes, thrusts, spins, and strikes—each movement a tribute to the legacy imprinted within his consciousness. The initial ten attempts proved futile, a testament to the learning curve inherent in the replication of intricate sword techniques. However, with each unsuccessful iteration, Felix gleaned valuable insights, refining his motions until, on the eleventh attempt, he seamlessly emulated the finesse of the old Felix. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and a subtle fatigue settled in, an unfamiliar sensation in a body that had long been dormant in physical exertion.
Taking a moment to recuperate, Felix allowed his body to adapt to the novel strain. As he caught his breath, he revisited the repository of memories, this time delving into the enigmatic repository of old Felix's Natural Mana Sword Art. The mental canvas painted with vivid recollections, Felix closed his eyes once more, endeavoring to resurrect the ethereal dance of mana-infused swordplay.
The hall bore witness to a silent communion between Felix's corporeal form and the spectral echoes of the past. With each imaginary stroke, he sought to capture the essence of the intricate maneuvers ingrained within the recesses of his consciousness. The harmonious convergence of memory and physicality unfolded in the quietude of the training hall, a testament to Felix's determination to bridge the gap between the remembered and the tangible.
Upon parting his eyes, Felix's gaze manifested an icy coldness, suggestive of a readiness to vanquish any adversary that dared to cross his path. Adopting a stoic and neutral stance, he seamlessly transitioned into a crouched position, the gears of his mind already set in motion with the command, 'Serpentine Arc Slash.' Rising with a fluid grace, he executed a sweeping arc slash with his sword, shrouded in a black aura that carved an intricate serpentine pattern through the air. The mastery of this technique hinged on the precise orchestration of body movements to generate power, maintaining equilibrium throughout the entire slashing motion. Concurrently, Felix manipulated Natural Mana, infusing the sword to amplify the slash's potency. The Serpentine Arc Slash demanded an exquisite fusion of body coordination to render a seamless and continuous arc.
Halting after the execution of the Serpentine Arc Slash, Felix exhaled, his mind recalibrating for the next sequence. Once again enveloping the sword in a black aura, he raised it overhead with both hands, mentally invoking, 'Pendulum Precision Strike.' Initiating a controlled pendulum motion, he adeptly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, timing the strike precisely to deliver a powerful blow at the optimal moment when the sword reached its nadir. This move necessitated impeccable body control to sustain balance and administer a potent, accurate strike.
Following a measured breath and a brief respite, Felix descended to the floor, embracing a momentary reprieve. Rising once more, he assumed a poised stance, his mental landscape conjuring an imaginary opponent. Mentally uttering, 'Harmony Parry and Riposte,' he effortlessly deflected an invisible strike with minimal effort, orchestrating his entire body to guide the sword. The parry seamlessly melded into a quick, well-coordinated riposte, marrying body movement and swordplay. This technique underscored the synchronization of body and blade, emphasizing efficiency in both defensive and offensive maneuvers. With each perfected motion, Felix aspired to test its efficacy not solely against his imagination but against a tangible adversary.
For the culmination of his training repertoire, Felix commenced from a balanced stance, his mind echoing, 'Tornado Spin Thrust.' Imagining an adversary in swift approach, he initiated a controlled spin, channeling the rotational energy into a precise thrust directed toward an imaginary target. This dynamic maneuver not only showcased speed and accuracy but also demanded an elevated level of body awareness to maintain equilibrium during the spin and deliver a focused and efficient thrust. The Tornado Spin Thrust, a visually striking technique, served as a testament to Felix's commitment to mastering moves that transcended mere spectacle, requiring an intricate fusion of physical prowess and mental acuity.
Having executed the intricate sequences of sword arts, Felix found himself in a state of profound exhaustion. The profound implications of these maneuvers extended beyond mere physical exertion, delving into the realms of martial arts, swordsmanship, and Natural Mana manipulation. The precision of movements and the delicate equilibrium required in executing these techniques not only heightened their efficiency but also underscored the legacy bequeathed by the departed Felix Moonlight, a legacy wrought with painstaking effort.
Seated on the floor with legs crossed, Felix turned his attention inward, seeking enlightenment from the system on the creation of spells or magical skills. "System, how does one embark on the journey of crafting spells or magical skills?" he inquired with a measure of anticipation.
"[Host, it is imperative to discern the distinction between spells and skills. Spells are manifestations of pure magic, requiring no physical movement, whereas skills necessitate bodily motion for their efficacy. For instance, a fireball constitutes a spell, drawing solely from mana and casting without physical engagement. On the other hand, a magical skill like Shadow Step involves physical movement, requiring one to step into a shadow before gaining the ability to move within shadows]," elucidated the system in an attempt to illuminate Felix on the nuances of spellcraft.
Perceiving an analogy between magical skills and the Natural Mana Sword Art, Felix sought affirmation from the system, prompting a concise response. "[Yes, host, your understanding aligns with the system's intent]," confirmed the system.
Seeking further clarity, Felix inquired about the process of learning a spell. "How does one learn a spell?" he queried, hoping for a straightforward answer.
"[To cast a spell, one must conceive an idea or concept of the desired effect and then proceed with a process of trial and error to materialize and refine the creation]," expounded the system, providing a roadmap for spellcraft.
Eager to explore the realms of time manipulation, Felix pressed on, raising the prospect of halting time, foreseeing the future, or traversing through time. "[While these feats may seem enticing, they are incredibly mana-intensive and challenging. Even deities would struggle to enact prolonged time stops or temporal travel. Becoming a god of time is a prerequisite for such feats, and even then, control remains perilous. Foreseeing the future is similarly arduous due to the infinite possibilities. The system advises starting with more manageable tasks before delving into grand endeavors]," cautioned the system, urging Felix to temper his ambitions with a practical approach.
Despite the system's pragmatic counsel, Felix's excitement for his burgeoning abilities was palpable. Undeterred, he resumed his rigorous training in the art of the sword, dedicating himself to perfection. The passage of time blurred within the training hall's confines, and as the clock struck 6 pm, the weariness weighed upon him. Exiting the training hall, he proceeded to the dining room, where dinner awaited. After sating his appetite, he made his way to the bathroom, cleansing himself of the day's exertion with a refreshing bath. Clad in fresh attire, he retired to his bed, succumbing to the embrace of sleep as the day's endeavors drew to a close.