Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Unbreakable Gym had the most peculiar philosophy among all the martial arts schools on the continent.

Usually, regardless of whether practitioners were warriors, knights, or martial artists, the basic principles of training remained the same.

It involved refining breathing techniques, training the body, and mastering various techniques to increase overall proficiency as a martial artist.

Although the methods varied greatly, resulting in different styles, the basic approach was generally similar.

However, Unbreakable Gym’s philosophy denied these basics.

“First, build a perfect body!”

Shouting mercilessly as he beat Rifenhardt, Gerald declared.

“Humans use weapons because they are weak. They wear armor because their bodies are weak. They wield swords, spears, and axes because they lack claws and teeth. How foolish!”

Even as he was being beaten, Rifenhardt was puzzled.

Wasn’t it normal for humans to use tools?

Gerald immediately provided the answer.

“That is cowardice! It is the pathetic evasion of those who have not overcome their weaknesses! For a martial artist, it is imperative to train and overcome their weaknesses!”

Rifenhardt’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

In his fifty years as a Mage, he had never encountered such a simple and ignorant way of thinking.

Fortunately, he was gagged, so his surprise was not apparent.

Gerald continued speaking.

“So, first of all, we must create an unbreakable, perfectly indomitable body.”

While relentlessly swinging his club, Gerald leisurely explained the philosophy of Unbreakable Gym.

He repeated familiar stories because he judged that it would help Rifenhardt regain his memory more quickly, given his amnesia.

Unbreakable Gym, like other schools, refused to combine physical training with technical training.

Human life is short, and the state to be achieved is high and high.

Going through this and that, when would one reach that state?

“It is said that the man who digs only one well will eventually succeed.”

So, first, perfect the body.

And when you train with that perfect body, since the body is in its prime state, you can easily acquire any skill, and you can also reduce the time it takes to correct bad habits, Unbreakable Gym argued.

And the first step in creating that perfect body was to turn the body into steel.

“Human beings are like iron. When iron is hammered, it becomes stronger and tougher over time.”

‘Why are humans like iron! From the start, there’s a serious flaw in your logic!’

Rifenhardt exclaimed, but Gerald’s words were not entirely wrong.

Indeed, human bones become stronger and muscles thicker and more durable with repeated impacts.

Of course, there are limits to this.

Most people would succumb to bone disease before reaching that point.

However…

“You are my chosen disciple. Trust me. Your body has no limits! It can become as strong as steel!”

Not every human can become strong through training like this.

Just as only high-quality iron can be forged into steel, one must be a person supported by the material to transform into a steel-like body.

And this disciple was the possessor of the perfect material that Gerald himself had searched for throughout the continent for 30 years.

With bones and muscles that easily surpassed human limits, he was truly a beastly creature.

How happy Gerald must have been to discover this boy!

“Imagine. You are an immovable force. No force can shake you.”

‘Ugh, what nonsense…’

With a hearty shout, Gerald continued.

“Imagine yourself as unyielding. Nothing can shake you. The vast ocean accepts everything but changes not at all. It flows on, displaying its fierce power. That ocean is within you. Extract the ocean. Thus, obtain an unchanging body!”

‘O-ocean… the ocean…’

Initially dumbfounded, Rifenhardt’s mind became blank from the relentless beating, leaving him no room for complaints.

In his subconscious, he followed Gerald’s instructions and imagined the ocean.

With no other choice, the pain somewhat subsided.

After about three hours, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Gerald’s beating finally came to an end.

With a satisfied smile, Gerald untied Rifenhardt and removed the gag.

“Rest now. I’ll prepare for the next step.”

As soon as the rope was untied, Rifenhardt collapsed to the ground.

In the past, such a fall would have surely resulted in a bloody nose, but with his resilient body, he barely left a mark.

Even the pain was barely felt.

Leaving Rifenhardt behind, Gerald strode confidently towards his log cabin.

Watching his retreating figure with a blurry gaze, Rifenhardt breathed a sigh of relief.

‘I’m not dead. I didn’t die even after such a beating!’

So Rifenhardt felt grateful to Tesron, who had killed him.

‘Thank you for being so sturdy. I’m really grateful! Hehehe…’

It had not even occurred to Rifenhardt that he would not have ended up like this if he had not had a body like this in the first place.

Once inside the house, Gerald retrieved an item from the storage shed.

It was a giant bathtub made entirely of marble, large enough to comfortably accommodate an adult.

He filled the tub with water.

Filling the tub with water was indeed a satisfying task.

While ordinary people would fetch water with a bucket and laboriously transfer it to the tub, such a tedious process was unnecessary for this muscular old man.

He simply carried the entire bathtub to the nearby pond, submerged it, and lifted it out again.

With that huge, solid marble bathtub treated like a basin, he effortlessly poured water into it.

Then, he poured a liquid and various herbs into the water.

And then, he returned to Rifenhardt.

Rifenhardt, who had been watching Gerald’s actions intently, trembled in fear and asked,

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Well, if you’ve hammered iron, you need to cool it down.”

With a nonchalant reply, Gerald grabbed Rifenhardt by the back of his neck.

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Once again, it was that familiar ‘mother cat carrying her kitten’ gesture.

It seemed like this old man only knew this method of handling people.

Well, if a muscular old man like him were to carry his muscular disciple like a princess, it might be a horror story in its own right.

“Well then…”

While holding onto his disciple’s neck, Gerald activated his aura.

The golden aura surged and rose before swiftly permeating Rifenhardt’s entire body, turning him into a lump of metal.

“Ugh?”

Feeling a strange sensation, Rifenhardt groaned.

But even amidst the pain, he felt his body advancing at a terrifying speed.

Since he had experienced a similar effect through previous magic, he could understand it better.

It felt as if his body was being activated, his regenerative abilities were amplified, and his misplaced bones, stretched tendons, and swollen muscles were returning to their original positions.

In simple terms, Gerald was currently healing and massaging his disciple’s entire body with aura.

Gerald’s unique aura, typical of Unbreakable Gym, boasted the strongest efficacy in manipulating the body, hence possessing such effects.

After briefly letting the aura flow and taking care of Rifenhardt’s body, Gerald completely stripped his disciple’s body and placed a large stem in his mouth.

Of course, he still paid no attention to his disciple’s consent.

Rifenhardt, now too beaten to even protest, obediently bit the stem.

Well, he had vaguely guessed what Gerald was doing when filling the bathtub with water.

‘Why bother when I can undress myself?’

But when he thought about it, he was currently in no condition to even lift a finger, let alone undress.

Gerald did not have a hobby of undressing young male disciples for no reason.

There was no energy left for rebellion; Rifenhardt just bit the stem obediently.

Well, he had some idea when he filled the bathtub with water.

“Oh well, let’s see each other in an hour.”

Gerald grabbed Rifenhardt by the nape and dunked him into the bathtub up to his head, covering the lid.

There was a hole in the lid just big enough for the stem to breathe through.

Floating in the water, he looked around blankly.

At first, he didn’t realize, but on closer inspection, the contents of this water were no joke.

‘Oh my god, healing potion, Gerel candel, gelatin, petals…’

A healing potion was an item that required at least ten silver coins per bottle and could only be purchased at most Mage guilds.

And to fill a bathtub with it?

Although he had diluted it quite a bit with water, considering the amount of healing potion in it, it was truly an enormous quantity.

There was a tale of a queen bathing in milk for skin beauty, but if that queen saw this, she could proudly boast of her frugality.

Moreover, the herbs added were also expensive.

In any case, immersing in it, he felt the wounds healing and his body recovering at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, he keenly felt how strong he had become.

‘It wasn’t such an unreasonable training method….’

Training the entire musculoskeletal system to the point of not dying, then quickly healing the whole body with aura and healing potion.

By doing so, the body would regenerate before bone diseases set in, becoming even stronger.

‘Well, this must have been what kept the boy Tesron going all this time. In fact, this level might kill even a troll.’

There was certainly a rational aspect to it, although he didn’t want to admit it emotionally.

No, why do you have to go this far to get stronger?

Others can become stronger just by acting normally.

‘Perhaps Tesron has been repeating this practice for the past few years?’

He understood the power of Tesron, who was able to withstand his magic, much better now.

“Phew….”

A deep sigh passed through the hole.

As the healing potion caressed his whole body, the pain gradually faded.

Now that he could think a little, he had the leisure to grasp the situation.

Immersed in the water, Rifenhardt calmly pondered.

‘First of all, it’s clear that this is the past…’

Based on Tesron’s age, it seemed to be about 30 years ago.

Why he was reborn as Tesron’s body was also a hypothesis.

At the moment the time regression spell was activated, Tesron’s attack pierced through the magic space and magical energy erupted. It must be the aftermath of that.

‘Let’s be quiet. Then what happened to me in this time period?’

Rifenhardt’s brow furrowed deeply.

So, is there also a young Rifenhardt in this time period?

Can two identical souls exist in the same time and space?

According to the common sense of magic, that is impossible.

But, breaking through time with magic is impossible as well.

Already, from the point where Rifenhardt defied time, even that common sense became an unbelievable thing.

‘In that case…’

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