Although the original Eclivel was merely a shadow of myself, a playboy who easily forgot everything that was valuable to him, the Eclivel inhabiting this body now had the advantage of knowledge. Through the laboratory, I had managed to recover the memories of my family, the lessons that Baron Elion Rustel, my ancestor and father, had passed down to me, even though at the time I had ignored them.
The memory unfolded in my mind like a vivid film, images and sounds taking shape. Every movement, every strike, every breath. The axe style of my family was a deadly dance, and I could clearly see the movements my father had taught me.
Horizontal Strike. The axe blade cutting through the air with deadly precision.
Vertical Strike. A direct cut, powerful enough to cleave even the most resilient enemies.
Inclined Strike. A quick, fluid maneuver, almost impossible to block.
And every foot movement, perfectly choreographed: the advancing step, where you move forward with confidence; the retreat, where you step back with agility, buying time to regroup; and the evasive, where your body seems to float to the side, dodging the enemy with the grace of a shadow.
I felt the breathing technique in my mind, the one Baron Elion had taught me. A breath that not only controlled the flow of oxygen but also activated the inner life force, channeling it like an underground current through the body, making it stronger, more agile. It was a primitive skill, almost wild, but deeply effective.
The memory ended with a vision of my father, Baron Elion, invoking a blue aura radiating from his body. He spun his axe with inhuman dexterity and, with a single strike, split a stone the size of a millstone into two perfectly equal pieces.
I stood in silence for a moment, absorbing the power of that image, the power of a warrior. "Hm... a Warrior is considered the lowest level of mysterious power," I murmured, "but they are already so strong! What kind of beings are those Mages who are above the Warriors?"
My eyes burned with intense passion. I would still be a mage, but right now the path of the warrior was practical, direct, and within my reach. I wouldn't have to wait to get into a magic school that might never come. It was a more immediate, more tangible option.
This would be my first goal. I would start from the foundation. Physical training, control of life energy, the development of my skills until my body became an extension of my will. And, at the same time, this would not hinder my development as a Mage. At the very least, I would have a form of self-defense at the start, something that would give me more confidence as I advanced on my journey.
"Laboratory, transfer the knowledge of the Bloody Axe technique and the breathing technique to me!"
The words left my mouth with confidence.
Immediately after the command, a large amount of information began pouring into my mind. The images, the movements, the sensations—everything. It was as if I had been training with an axe in my hands my entire life. The cross-blade technique was engraved in my mind with crystal clarity, and now it was no longer just a distant memory. I could feel the movements, the adjustments in the body, the control of the axe with each strike. The strength, the precision.
And it was so vivid that I could almost hear the sound of the steel cutting through the air and the impact of the axe striking the enemy. Each blow became a part of me. As if, somehow, I had already been part of that fight.
Next, in an impulse of organization, I gave a new order:
"Isolate the Bloody Axe technique and save it in a new file, named 'Basic Bloody Axe Technique'!"
["New File Saved: 'Basic Bloody Axe Technique'"]
The notification sound echoed in my mind, and a smile formed on my lips. With the lab's capabilities, my learning would be incredibly fast. I was aware that anyone else, trying to learn through traditional means, would take years to master something like this. But for me, it would be a matter of days. Time was on my side.
"Now that I have all the memories of this, it's just a matter of finding an axe and starting to train for real."
"All these axe techniques are just arts for killing," I murmured to myself. "The most important part of Warrior training is the breathing technique that comes with it!"
The breathing technique was the key to unlocking true power. I knew this. Now, I needed to put it into practice, but I wasn't foolish enough to try something dangerous without being sure. I issued another command to the lab.
"Laboratory, according to my stats, simulate and create the best model for me to begin training the breathing technique!"
["Bip!"]
["Task set!"]
The chip inside my head processed the command, and soon a hologram appeared before me. It was a 3D figure, glowing in shimmering blue tones, perfectly identical to me—a 15-year-old with blonde hair and blue eyes, fair skin. But this model was about to train the breathing technique, repeating the movements, adjusting the frequency and magnitude of each breath.
The 3D figure moved smoothly, with the rhythm of controlled and fluid breathing, as if it were perfectly synchronized with the environment around it. I watched it, fascinated, as the red line began to move through the figure's body, symbolizing the flow of life energy being channeled.
With each breath, the line seemed to intensify, and the simulation continued, repeating itself as the model adjusted and improved its breathing.
After a few minutes, the simulation ended, and the mechanical voice of the laboratory sounded again, breaking the silence that had settled.
["Simulation ended."]
["Breathing technique accompanying the Bloody Axe technique"]
The information kept coming, now detailing the results.
["Time required for improvement: 20 minutes."]
["10 improvements will enhance the host's body by 0.05 in strength, 0.06 in agility, and 0.03 in vitality. Improvements will gradually decrease as stats increase!"]
I frowned as I read the information.
["Warning: If the host undergoes long-term training with this technique, it will result in severe damage to the host's heart, certainly leading to death."]
["Recommendation: Do not practice."]
The warning was clear. Training with this technique was extremely dangerous, especially if done for long periods. A fast path, but one with a high price. My heart... I would need to be careful.
I sighed, reflecting on what the laboratory had told me. The power was at my disposal, but with each breath and improvement, my body would pay the price. "It doesn't matter," I murmured to myself, determined. "If I didn't have the lab, this would definitely happen, but with it, I can fix this problem with ease."
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