It had been a few days since I began what could be vaguely called training with my mother, studying the anatomy book together. I could feel myself becoming smarter, absorbing all the previously vague or completely unknown knowledge about the human body.
However, I still hadn't been allowed to practice "Shijutsu" for healing.
The reason was simple: if I messed up using "Shijutsu" for healing magic, the recovery would be challenging. So, the plan was to gain more knowledge before attempting it.
Of course, I continued my close-combat training with my father without fail during this period.
My daily routine, which involved physical training with my father in the morning, lunch, and studying with my mother in the afternoon, had settled into place over the past two weeks.
"Where's Dad?" I asked.
It was unusual for my father not to be around when I woke up in the morning.
