In the early morning, the bright sun hangs high in the sky, sprinkling endless light and heat on the earth, making the temperature gradually rise, steaming the dew on the blades of grass.

But in a lush forest outside the town, there were shouts from time to time:

'Bang! ’

"Oops!"

“......”

Chiba Makoto, whose palm was wrapped around a blue cloth belt, was sweating with his fists and kicks, and there were eight wooden blocks tied up by ropes hanging on the tree around him, swinging back and forth, crashing into Chiba Makoto in the middle, some of them could be more open by Chiba Makoto, some were punched back by him, and some of them hit him in exchange for a cry of pain.

Between punches and kicks, sweat splashed, and under the light of the early morning sun, it was exceptionally crystal clear, and the surface of many wooden blocks was soaked with water traces, which showed how long Chiba Makoto had been fighting.

After a long time, Chiba Makoto jumped out of the stake array, letting the wooden blocks sway and collide, and let out 'Bang! Boom! With a crisp bang-like sound, he staggered to the side of the grass covered with plastic sheeting, and lay down with sweat, breathing heavily.

On the white and tender skin exposed outside the clothes, redness, swelling and even bruising can be seen everywhere, and the only thing to be thankful for is that Chiba Makoto took into account his clumsiness at the beginning, and spent a day polishing the sharp part of the stake to be relatively rounded, so as not to cause a bleeding accident.

But even so, it still hurts to be hit, especially how hard Chiba Makoto hits the stake, and how hard he swings back is there.

Chiba Makoto also thought about the first two meanings at the beginning, and gradually increased the difficulty, but as soon as he thought that Galadron might come back at any time, he gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and directly hung eight wooden stakes that were twenty centimeters long, raised the difficulty to the highest, and then flashed and moved inside.

"Pain, tired!" Chiba Makoto only had these two words in his mind, and he was also lamenting when he was gasping: "God, give me a senior, send me a bunch of strength, I don't want to work hard." ”

"Praying for nothing is not a quality of a warrior." An old but neutral voice sounded behind him, making Chiba Makoto turn his head and see that it was Yamada Patrol... No, Jinglong Ida, carrying two handmade bamboo swords on his back, walked over with steady steps.

"Mr. Ida, why are you here?" Chiba Makoto dragged his tired body to get up, picked up the towel on the side and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, a little surprised, Ida Jinglong said before, this patrol officer named Yamada is not his body, he has no right to occupy it, and a wisp of remnant soul can't support him to control this body all the time, so he wants to return to the bronze statue and continue to sleep after completing the strengthening of the small temple anti-theft.

"I read the news yesterday, and there was a monster that destroyed the high-purity energy reserve base, so I'll take a look," Ida Jinglong looked at Chiba Makoto's self-made stake array, nodded, and said, "Yes, real warriors have gone through a thousand tempers, and they always remember to sharpen themselves." ”

"If you lose once, you can't lose a second time." Chiba Makoto picked up the kettle and poured himself a few sips of light salt water, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that his fatigue was far away.

As early as after the battle of the Kiri Elrods, Chiba Makoto found that his recovery power was far beyond ordinary people, and the burns that Mayumi said would take half a month to heal, and in just one week's effort, he had already healed.

There is also the usual exercise, and he is paralyzed on the ground when he is tired from running, as long as he eats and drinks more water, his physical strength can be recovered quickly, which makes Chiba Makoto feel that he can go to the marathon to make money.

"Yes, the fate of a warrior is to keep challenging and make yourself stronger, until..." Jing Tian Jinglong originally said in high spirits, but he was speechless halfway through, probably thinking of himself, he had been challenging the limit all his life, but when he came, he found that there was nowhere to live, only a bronze statue and a ruined temple.

Chiba Makoto also found out about Ida Jinglong's grief, and hurriedly changed the topic, saying, "It's okay if you go so far?" ”

"I made it clear to Yamada that he had heard my story and was willing to help me suppress the ghosts in the mountains, and that he was raising money to strengthen the temple recently, and before that, he would go there more on patrol."

"I'm sorry, I don't have much money, I can't help." Chiba Cheng sighed, he is really a little poor, he exercises all day long, but he has developed a body of muscles, which is much stronger than in his previous life, but he is also sitting on a mountain empty, if it is not for a fixed income every month (it seems to be a pension), it is estimated that Chiba Cheng will have to eat soil.

"Haha," Ida Jinglong laughed and waved his hand, "It's almost already raised, and most of the people in the village are willing to contribute to the restoration of the temple."

I was the same back then, carrying a sword to slay demons all the way, and I had no money to spare, but every time I saw the smile on my face after learning that the demons had been eradicated, I would feel very happy, which could not be exchanged for any amount of money. ”

"yes!" Makoto Chiba recalls the cheers of the people on the street after he defeated the Kiri Elrod people, and although he was physically tired, he felt very happy, and he felt that his efforts were recognized.

The two of them sighed, and Ida Ikaryu said the purpose of his visit, and solemnly handed Chiba Makoto the two wooden swords on his back and a thin booklet bound with thread.

Chiba Makoto took it curiously and took a look, inside were sketch-like paintings of charcoal drawings, and villains were chopping around with 'swords', which seemed to be a sword book? Or is it only a sword score drawn.

Jing Tian Jinglong said on the side: "You know how to punch and body, but the proficiency is not high, but there is a lack of swordsmanship, this is a few styles of swordsmanship that I have learned in my life, I hope it can help you." ”

"Thank you!" Chiba Makoto hurriedly thanked him, not only painted and bound the sword book by himself, but also made two bamboo swords that looked very good, which was really heart-wrenching, the only problem was that Tiga didn't seem to have a weapon, which is also the reason why 'inheritance memory' only has fists and body techniques.

Hearing Chiba Makoto's confusion, Ida Jinglong waved his hand and said, "Warriors have to constantly challenge and break through themselves, are you satisfied if you are proficient in the power of inheritance?" Seek breakthroughs so that you can become stronger. ”

"Breakthrough?" Chiba Makoto raised his hand and looked at the cocoon sharpened in his palm, the Ultraman after Tiga Dinah, there is no shortage of Ultraman with various weapons, especially the lightsaber, which is really handsome, but how it was condensed, I don't know.

Thinking about it like this, Chiba Makoto doesn't want to work hard anymore, and wants to send a senior who sends weapons and power from the sky.

Ida Jinglong didn't stay long, and told about the difficult and difficult times he had on the road back then, to show that Chiba Makoto's current setbacks were nothing, and then left, returned to Mt. Suna, and continued to suppress the ghost that he couldn't completely eliminate back then.

Bidding farewell to Ida Jinglong, Chiba Makoto turned around, looked at the wooden stakes that stopped shaking, took a deep breath, strode in, and then continued to start special training.

'Bang! Bang! The hammer sound sounded again, but this time there was no accompaniment of painful cries.