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On the second day after Wolverine left, Colleen Wing asked Daisy many questions about New York. Afterward, she suggested that swordsmanship could help calm her mental restlessness.
She asked Daisy if she would be willing to learn.
With nothing else to do, Daisy immediately agreed.
With her strong physical condition, she could spar with Wing for dozens of moves.
"Daisy, your murderous instinct is not conducive to the recovery of your mind," Colleen Wing felt that her emotions were fluctuating and quickly reminded her.
Daisy smiled, "My abilities are different from your kind of training. Being emotional makes my powers even stronger."
Wing felt that despite her formidable physical abilities, Daisy could only swing a sword like chopping vegetables. It was a pity. With patience, she explained the way of the sword, "Although swordsmanship is the skill of killing, it contains profound principles. You need to understand swordsmanship with your heart."
Daisy was certainly not stupid, but she had to learn a lot of things—from astronomy and geography to language and customs, to driving, combat, firearm disassembly, and various other miscellaneous subjects. She had briefly learned swordsmanship at S.H.I.E.L.D. for two days, but her dedication to it was nowhere near Colleen Wing's single-minded focus on sword training.
Daisy only knew some simple chopping movements with a sword, and she didn't really grasp the profound principles behind it.
Despite her skepticism, Daisy followed Wing's explanations and practiced diligently, as required, move by move.
By evening, she did feel a small improvement in her mental well-being when she wasn't paying attention.
To her inquiries, Wing explained that swordsmanship helped her soothe and repair mental damage.
Daisy didn't agree; she thought it was her own strong recovery abilities.
Nevertheless, it didn't stop her from learning swordsmanship. Colleen Wing was proficient in various sword arts, including Chinese, Japanese, and European styles. Unlike Daisy, who treated the sword as a weapon, Wing was a true swordswoman.
Wing taught earnestly, and Daisy learned with dedication. As she immersed herself completely, she did experience something different.
Ancient swordsmen, including modern ones like Wing, believed in the therapeutic effects of swordsmanship.
In fact, any focused activity could restore mental strength, but the act of swordsmanship, being a lethal skill, made it more obvious.
In movies and TV shows, ancient swordsmen were often shown drinking and sleeping but ran out practicing swordsmanship in bad weather conditions. Although some of it was for visual impact and cinematic effect, there was some truth to it.
In harsh conditions, focusing on something and excluding distractions could indeed enhance willpower and temper your spirit.
The human mind is a treasure trove. After a week of training, although Daisy didn't master invincible swordsmanship, but her original injuries were completely healed, and she even made significant progress.
Her teleportation range increased, detection became more accurate, and she assimilated Madame Gao's "chi," giving Daisy a vague telepathic ability.
However, it was very vague, and in practical use, it wasn't as quick as reading people's expressions.
But this application of mental strength was very helpful for her. From having zero defense against mind control before, she now had barely had some, and this skill could be improved through practice. Facing the constant emergence of telepaths and mind controllers in the world, she finally had some defense.
"In just a week, you've grasped some essence. It seems I'm a good teacher!" With their relationship becoming familiar, Colleen Wing also revealed some girlish traits. This young beauty took pride in being a good teacher and believed Daisy learned fast because of her excellent teaching.
Daisy enjoyed the benefits of eating and drinking other's food and also learning swordsmanship. It wasn't easy to dampen her enthusiasm.
Just when Colleen Wing was declaring her intention to open a training hall to teach swordsmanship, she had to pour cold water on the idea.
"If this kind of swordsmanship is widely taught, it will lead to some societal problems..."
"Why? Swordsmanship is for physical fitness, and I will emphasize the cultivation of martial ethics. I won't cause trouble for your S.H.I.E.L.D. You can rest assured," Colleen Wing said nonchalantly.
Daisy was speechless.
The other party hadn't introduced her teacher, she couldn't mention that Colleen's teacher was also one of the Five Fingers of the Hand, and in the future, he would use Colleen's dojo to train Hand members.
None of these things had happened, and now, not only had there been no training of Hand members, but there was also no sign of the dojo. Daisy's rapid learning indirectly influenced Colleen Wing's decision.
If she hadn't met Daisy, perhaps Colleen Wing would have continued pursuing her own path of swordsmanship in the woods, without opening any dojo. She would have remained in her valueless state, and her master-disciple relationship with the Hand's Finger would have continued as it was.
Now, with Colleen, this energetic young woman wanting to open a dojo and recruit students, Daisy didn't know where to begin advising her.
Considering that time was still long, maybe things would change in the future? Without further persuasion, she instructed Colleen to contact her if she needed help in New York, and then teleported away from Sendai.
The teleportation accuracy had expanded from ten kilometers to fifty kilometers, but for distances over three hundred kilometers, teleporting was too exhausting. Daisy took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo from the renowned Fukushima.
Tasks like searching for supplies and obtaining Adamantium alloy were secondary; she was going to kill Madame Gao!
Back in Tokyo, she first went to the temple where the funeral had taken place. Unfortunately, the site had become a heavily guarded area for the police.
The solemn temple had turned into a ruin, presumably set ablaze after that big battle. The dark walls seemed to be narrating the tragedy that had unfolded here.
Even though a week had passed, a constant stream of police officers was still maintaining order at the scene. Workers occasionally carried out charred bodies, deformed swords, firearms, and tattered clothing. Outside the police cordon, numerous reporters continued to shout frantically.
Daisy showed her FBI ID. Although the young officers were furious and loudly criticized the FBI's overbearing actions, the older officers still led her into the scene.
"Where is Yashida Shingen? Have you found his body?" After a quick glance at the scene, which had nothing much to see, Daisy asked. In truth, there was nothing to see. After their important combat forces escaped, the Hand undoubtedly achieved the final victory on that day, with the professional ninjas being experts in killing and arson. Even if there were clues, she wouldn't be able to find them.
The slightly chubby police chief who had been following her carefully shook his head, "I'm sorry, the fire was too intense, and there were too many casualties. The body identification work is still ongoing."
Daisy suspected that Yoshida Shingen wouldn't die so easily; he was probably captured alive.
Just as she was about to leave the scene, an older police officer looked at her a few times and then quickly ran over, bowing deeply, "You are Miss Daisy Johnson, right?"
Daisy's expression changed slightly. Her real name wasn't on the FBI credentials. How did this guy know her?
The old officer raised his head, vividly portraying what could be described as a battered face with a swollen nose, blackened eye sockets, a mouth that had been knocked crooked, and bruises on his neck.
Seeming terrified, he bowed again and handed her a letter. Without answering the police chief's questions, he quickly left the scene.
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