Chapter 456 - Translation

<h1>Chapter 456 103.6 - Training And Guides</h1><p>Chapter 456 103.6 - Training and Guides</p><p>I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing and the sensation of mana pooling at the center of my being. Visualizing the virtual core as a concentrated sphere of energy, I felt the mana gather and pulse with each breath. It was a strange but invigorating sensation.</p><p>'Alright, let's see how this works,' I thought, taking a deep breath and allowing the mana to flow from the virtual core through my limbs.</p><p>Contrary to how you would think, there are no cores in this world for the Awakened to use mana. The mana itself that belongs to you is not stored in a specific place in your body. Rather, the concept is a little bit different.</p><p>It is stored everywhere across the body itself and even around you. The more strong you get, the more mana around you that you can easily influence. That is also the reason why high-ranking hunters are able to be influenced just by walking around.</p><p>'Virtual Core.'</p><p>In a way, it acted as the second brain.</p><p>I opened my eyes and took a step forward, feeling the energy spread out. My movements felt more deliberate, the flow of mana enhancing my strength and speed. It was similar to how I would enhance myself while fighting against others, but at the same time, there were some differences.</p><p>–SWOOSH!</p><p>I threw a punch, and while it wasn't perfect, I could feel the difference.</p><p>'It's about control,' I thought to myself, repeating the motion. 'It's not just about power but about channeling the energy efficiently.'</p><p>With each movement, I focused on maintaining the connection to the virtual core, ensuring the mana flowed smoothly.</p><p>I practiced basic punches and kicks, each strike becoming more fluid and powerful as I integrated the flow of mana.</p><p>The process was slow and methodical, but I could feel myself improving.</p><p>The virtual core acted as a regulator, making it easier to control the energy and direct it where I needed it most. It was a balancing act, requiring both physical and mental focus.</p><p>'I see.' As I continued, I began to understand the nuances of the technique.</p><p>'The longer you use the Virtual Core, the more mana you are going to spend.'</p><p>In a way, for the sake of directing your mana into a special place and redirecting from it, you were bound to lose your energy. And if you were to constantly do that, you would spend a lot more.</p><p>TAP! TAP! At that moment, my ears picked up a sound. She was walking slowly, possibly not to alert me, but with my senses developed, she had missed the mark.</p><p>Dakota returned, her eyes assessing my progress. "How do you feel?" she asked, her tone serious but encouraging.</p><p>"Better," I replied, feeling the burn in my muscles. "I can feel the difference. The mana flows more naturally now."</p><p>"Hmm…." She said, walking over to me. "Not bad. You have already grasped it."</p><p>It seemed she was already expecting me to understand how the core worked.</p><p>'Then it must be an easy job.' Considering this was something basic for the whole [Martial Artist] community, it made sense for it to be simplified.</p><p>"Now, we'll start incorporating this into more complex combat techniques."</p><p>With that, Dakota stood right before me, her posture relaxed but radiating a controlled power. She looked at me with a serious expression and began explaining what we would be doing next.</p><p>"How do you think martial arts were first developed?" she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.</p><p>I thought for a moment, considering the question. "Martial arts were likely developed through observation and necessity. People needed to defend themselves and started to observe the movements of nature, the way animals moved and fought."</p><p>Dakota nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're correct. Humans imitated the beasts. Just like we are Awakened and able to use mana ourselves, beasts were also able to harness their mana and use magic of their own. And most importantly, they were beasts with strong bodies like weapons."</p><p>She took a step back and assumed a stance, her movements fluid and controlled. "Humans observed the powerful, efficient movements of these beasts and began to imitate them. This was the foundation of martial arts—learning from nature and adapting those lessons to our own bodies."</p><p>As she spoke, she demonstrated a series of techniques, each one flowing seamlessly into the next. Her movements were precise and powerful, embodying the principles she was describing. "We harness the energy within us, just like the beasts do, and we learn to move with the same efficiency and power."</p><p>She stopped at that moment, looking at my eyes.</p><p>"Which type of beast do you think this style originated from?"</p><p>I simulated her movements in my head, noticing the fluidity and power behind each strike. The way she moved, the grace combined with raw strength, the swift, precise attacks—it all reminded me of a predator in the wild.</p><p>"A tiger," I said after a moment. "Your movements resemble those of a tiger."</p><p>Dakota nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "That's correct. The tiger is a symbol of strength, power, and grace. Each Martial Artist uses a different combat art, much like any other weapon. Some arts are specialized in speed, others in strength, and some in explosiveness."</p><p>She turned to look at me, her gaze intense. "For me, the style I mainly use is called [Tempest Fang]." Her eyes seemed to shimmer with energy as she continued. "It's an art-focused heavily on explosive strikes, overwhelming the enemy with a constant barrage of powerful attacks, like a tempest raging in a storm."</p><p>As she said this, she demonstrated a rapid series of strikes, each one delivered with incredible force and precision. The air seemed to crackle with energy as her movements created shockwaves.</p><p>"The key to [Tempest Fang] is to maintain relentless pressure on your opponent," Dakota explained. "You don't give them a moment to recover. Every strike flows into the next, creating a chain of attacks that becomes nearly impossible to defend against."</p><p>I watched closely, absorbing every detail of her demonstration. The way she channeled her mana into each strike, the fluidity of her movements, and the sheer power behind each attack were awe-inspiring.</p><p>"And to be able to achieve such a result, your understanding of the basic movements must be perfect so that not even for a split second, the flow is broken. Which is what we are going to focus on from now on."</p><p>Dakota stepped back, giving me space. "Let's start with the fundamental strikes. We'll build from there. The goal is to make each movement seamless, flowing from one to the next without any hesitation."</p><p>I nodded, ready to begin. "Understood, Master."</p><p>She demonstrated a series of basic strikes, each one executed with precision and grace. "The [Tempest Fang] has three main stances," she explained. "Each stance serves a different purpose and strategy. The first stance is called [Gale Stance]. It focuses on quick, successive strikes to overwhelm your opponent. The second stance is [Storm Stance], which emphasizes powerful, explosive attacks designed to break through defenses. The third stance is [Cyclone Stance], a more advanced form that combines speed and power to create a relentless assault."</p><p>Dakota began with the [Gale Stance]. "This is the easiest stance to start with. It's about speed and precision. Watch closely."</p><p>She demonstrated a series of rapid strikes, each one flowing seamlessly into the next. Her movements were fluid and controlled, a perfect example of what I needed to achieve.</p><p>"First, you need to master each strike individually," she said, showing the first basic strike. "We'll start with this."</p><p>I mimicked her movements, focusing on the exact positioning and execution of the strike. Dakota watched carefully, correcting my form and providing feedback.</p><p>"Good. Now, the next strike," she continued, demonstrating another swift, precise attack. "Remember, it's not just about speed. Each strike must be controlled and accurate."</p><p>I practiced the second strike, feeling the energy flow through my body. As I moved, I visualized the virtual core within me, channeling mana into each motion.</p><p>"Excellent. Now the third strike," Dakota said, moving seamlessly into the next attack. "Maintain your focus and control."</p><p>I repeated the process, mastering each individual strike. The repetition was intense, but I could feel myself improving with each attempt.</p><p>"Once you've mastered each strike, we'll start combining them," Dakota explained. "The key to [Gale Stance] is the transitions. Each strike must flow into the next without any hesitation."</p><p>–WARP! Just at that second, something appeared right before me. It was a small manual.</p><p>"This….." I was about to say, was this manual the thing that I thought?</p><p>"You are right," Dakota said. "This is the manual of the [Gale Stance]. Though I am not doubting your memory, if you wish to answer some of your questions, you can refer to this manual. It may be precisely helpful for how to make your mana flow in your body."</p><p>I nodded, taking the manual and flipping through its pages. The detailed illustrations and descriptions provided valuable insights into the stance's mechanics and the flow of mana required for each strike.</p><p>"I will leave you alone in this place until 9 A.M., as indicated in your program," Dakota said, stepping back. "Remember, the key is to internalize these movements and the flow of mana. I can't remain with you all the time, and it's crucial for you to develop the ability to learn and adapt on your own."</p><p>"I understand, Master," I replied, bowing slightly in respect.</p><p>Dakota nodded; her expression was serious but encouraging. "Good. Keep practicing, and don't hesitate to refer to the manual if you need guidance. I'll check on your progress later."</p><p>With that, she turned and left the training area, leaving me alone with the manual and my thoughts. I understood the importance of this time alone.</p><p>I took a deep breath and began to practice again, focusing on each strike individually.</p><p>'Fist.'</p><p>'Repeat.'</p><p>'Fist.'</p><p>'Repeat.'</p><p>The manual provided valuable tips on how to channel mana more effectively, and I incorporated those insights into my training.</p><p>********</p><p>As Dakota exited the training hall, she couldn't help but reflect on Astron's progress. She had initially expected to spend more time on the basics, but Astron's rapid assimilation of concepts was impressive.</p><p>'He's advancing faster than I anticipated,' Dakota thought, her steps measured as she made her way down the corridor. 'I underestimated him a little.'</p><p>She considered the implications of this realization. Astron's potential was immense, and he had the drive to match. If she pushed him harder, he could reach levels of mastery that few ever achieved. But to do that, she needed to speed up his training regimen.</p><p>'We can't waste time on the basics for too long,' she mused. 'He's ready for more advanced techniques, even if it's earlier than usual. His ability to internalize and apply what he learns is exceptional.'</p><p>Her thoughts drifted to the next steps in his training. She needed to introduce him to more complex concepts and techniques, ones that would challenge him further and unlock his full potential. As she considered this, she glanced at her smartwatch, where a new document had just appeared.</p><p>Everchanging Glyph</p><p>"I need to get this one today."</p><p>It was a body imprint.</p>

**Chapitre 456 – 103.6 : Entraînement et Guides** Je fermai les paupières, focalisant toute mon attention sur le rythme de ma respiration et la sensation diffuse du mana convergeant vers le centre de mon existence. En visualisant ce noyau virtuel comme une sphère parfaite d'énergie concentrée, je perçus distinctement les pulsations du mana s'intensifiant à chaque inspiration. Une étrange euphorie m'envahissait, comme si chaque parcelle de mon être se rechargeait. *'D'accord, voyons comment ça fonctionne en pratique,'* me murmurai-je intérieurement, gonflant mes poumons d'air avant de libérer délibérément le mana à travers mes membres. Contrairement aux idées reçues, ce monde ne possédait pas de noyaux physiques permettant aux Éveillés de manipuler le mana. L'énergie qui nous appartenait ne résidait pas dans un organe spécifique. La logique était bien plus subtile. Le mana imprégnait chaque cellule de notre corps, débordant même dans notre aura immédiate. Plus un individu gagnait en puissance, plus il domptait aisément le mana environnant. C'était d'ailleurs la raison pour laquelle les mouvements des chasseurs d'élite provoquaient des perturbations invisibles à l'œil nu. *'Noyau Virtuel.'* En un sens, cette création mentale fonctionnait comme un second cortex cérébral. Rouvrant les yeux, j'effectuai un pas en avant, sentant l'énergie irradier dans mes fibres musculaires. Mes gestes gagnaient en précision chirurgicale, le flux de mana potentialisant ma force naturelle. La sensation rappelait mes amplifications instinctives en combat, mais avec une dimension supplémentaire de maîtrise. **—SWOOSH !** Mon poing trancha l'air dans un mouvement imparfait, mais la différence était palpable. *'Tout est une question de contrôle,'* analysai-je en répétant le mouvement avec plus d'intention. *'La puissance brute ne suffit pas. L'art réside dans l'économie du flux énergétique.'* Chaque technique devenait une méditation en mouvement, ma conscience maintenant un dialogue constant avec le noyau virtuel pour garantir une circulation harmonieuse. Enchaînant frappes de base et coups de pied fondamentaux, je sentais chaque attaque gagner en fluidité organique. L'apprentissage était progressif, méthodique, mais les progrès tangibles nourrissaient ma détermination. Le noyau virtuel se révélait être un régulateur de génie, optimisant la distribution d'énergie selon les besoins immédiats. Cet exercice d'équilibriste exigeait une symbiose parfaite entre corps et esprit. *'Je saisis mieux maintenant.'* Plus je persévérais, plus les subtilités se dévoilaient. *'L'utilisation intensive du Noyau Virtuel accélère la consommation de mana.'* Paradoxalement, pour centraliser et rediriger l'énergie, des fuites inévitables se produisaient. Un usage prolongé engendrait un gaspillage exponentiel. **TAP ! TAP !** Un bruissement discret alerta mes sens hyperaffûtés. Malgré ses précautions, Dakota ne pouvait dissimuler son approche à mon ouïe devenue presque animale. « Évaluation en cours ? » lancai-je sans interrompre mon kata, sentant son regard expert analyser chaque microajustement. « Progression satisfaisante, » concéda-t-elle d'une voix neutre mais non dénuée d'approbation. « Le flux commence à s'harmoniser avec ta structure musculaire. » Je marquai une pause, massant mes avant-bras endoloris. « C'est plus intuitif que je ne l'imaginais. Le mana semble trouver naturellement son chemin maintenant. » « Prévisible, » commenta-t-elle en se rapprochant, ses yeux perçants trahissant une satisfaction contenue. « Tu assimiles vite les fondamentaux. » *'Donc c'est considéré comme élémentaire chez les [Artistes Martiaux].'* Cette révélation contextualisait la relative simplicité des exercices. « Phase suivante : intégration aux enchaînements avancés, » annonça-t-elle en adoptant une garde décontractée qui irradiait pourtant une menace latente. Son regard prit une intensité pédagogique. « Selon toi, quelle est l'origine ontologique des arts martiaux ? » Mes sourcils se froncèrent sous l'effet de la réflexion. « Une synthèse évolutive, probablement. Observation des prédateurs, mimétisme des stratégies de survie... Les premiers maîtres ont dû s'inspirer des lois de la nature. » Un hochement de tête approbateur. « Exact. Les humains ont plagé les bêtes. Tout comme nous canalisons le mana, ces créatures maîtrisaient leur énergie intrinsèque. Leurs corps étaient des armures vivantes. » Dans un déplacement fluide, elle enchaîna plusieurs techniques dont la grâce féline masquait mal la dangerosité. « Nos ancêtres ont codifié ces observations. Voilà le substrat des arts martiaux – transcender notre nature par l'étude du sauvage. » Ses démonstrations prenaient des allures de chorégraphie mortelle, chaque transition démontrant une économie de mouvement parfaite. « Nous domestiquons la même énergie que les bêtes, mais avec la conscience en plus. » Arrêt net. Son regard devint un défi. « Devine l'éthologie derrière ce style. » Je reconstituai mentalement ses séquences : l'élan foudroyant, les frappes précises comme des griffes, cette agilité explosive... « Félin. Un grand félin... Tigre ? » La commissure de ses lèvres se releva imperceptiblement. « Bon œil. Le tigre incarne l'équilibre parfait entre puissance et élégance. » Sa posture se modifia subtilement, comme si une aura primitive émanait soudain de sa silhouette. « Chaque école martiale est une arme vivante. Certaines privilégient la vitesse, d'autres la force pure. La mienne... » Un éclair d'énergie parcourut ses membres. « ...s'appelle [Crocs Tempête]. » L'atmosphère sembla se charger d'électricité statique. « Une philosophie offensive : submerger l'adversaire sous un déluge ininterrompu de coups. Comme une tempête qui ne laisse aucun répit. » Sa démonstration suivante fut vertigineuse – une succession de frappes si rapides qu'elles généraient des ondes de choc perceptibles. « La clé ? Une pression constante. Chaque technique appelle la suivante dans une cascade calculée. » Mon cerveau enregistrait fébrilement chaque détail : l'angle précis des poignets, la rotation des hanches, la façon dont son mana épousait chaque mouvement comme une seconde peau. « Pour y parvenir, » reprit-elle en ralentissant volontairement, « la maîtrise des bases doit être absolue. Aucune rupture dans le flux. C'est l'objectif de notre session. » Elle libéra l'espace devant moi. « Commençons par les katas fondamentaux. La fluidité viendra par la répétition. » Je m'accordai à son rythme. « À vos ordres, Maître. » Son enseignement se structura méthodiquement : « [Crocs Tempête] comporte trois piliers. » Ses bras tracèrent des lignes géométriques dans l'air. « Première forme : [Posture Rafale]. Combinaisons rapides pour saturer les défenses. Deuxième forme : [Posture Tempête]. Puissance pure pour briser les gardes. Troisième forme... » Un sourire énigmatique. « [Posture Cyclone]. Synthèse parfaite pour les experts. » Elle initia la démonstration par la [Posture Rafale], ses membres se déployant avec une précision métronomique. « Observe : vitesse ET contrôle. Chaque impact prépare le suivant. » Je reproduisis scrupuleusement les séquences, corrigeant instantanément chaque erreur sous son œil inquisiteur. **—WARP !** Un grimoire apparut en suspension devant moi, couvert de symboles énergétiques. « Le manuel canonique de la [Posture Rafale], » annonça Dakota devant mon expression interrogative. « Même avec ta mémoire eidétique, les schémas de circulation mana-muscles méritent une référence tangible. » Je parcourus les pages illuminées, découvrant des diagrammes anatomiques d'une précision chirurgicale. Chaque technique y était décomposée en équations énergétiques. « Autonomie jusqu'à 21h00, » déclara-t-elle en reculant. « L'enjeu est l'intériorisation. Je ne serai pas toujours ton béquille. » Une légère inclination du buste. « Compris. » Son départ me laissa dans un silence peuplé seulement du crépitement de mon mana. Le manuel ouvert devint mon nouveau partenaire d'entraînement. *'Frappe.'* *'Analyse.'* *'Optimise.'* Les illustrations interactives révélaient des subtilités invisibles à l'œil nu – les micro-courants d'énergie, les points de pivot critiques. ******** Dakota arpentait les couloirs de l'académie, son esprit encombré de calculs pédagogiques. La courbe d'apprentissage d'Astron défiait toutes ses prévisions. *'Une assimilation trop rapide. J'ai sous-estimé son potentiel adaptatif.'* Ses doigts pianotèrent sur son terminal holographique, modifiant en temps réel le programme d'entraînement. Les bases étaient maîtrisées – il était temps d'introduire des variations complexes. *'Le protocole standard ne suffira pas. Il lui faut des défis proportionnels à sa croissance.'* Un bip urgent interrompit ses projections. **[Glyphe Changeant]** Ses pupilles se rétrécirent à la lecture du message chiffré. « L'empreinte corporelle... Elle doit être récupérée aujourd'hui même. » La détermination dans sa voix trahissait un enjeu bien plus vaste que la simple formation d'un disciple.