It wasnât a question with an answer. Both are difficult to compare, and the case varies for each person.
But people who depended on training their bodyâŠ
Especially knights and soldiers, will give the same answer.
âA healthy mind resides in a healthy body.â
Yes, most people would think that the mind and body have a strong relationship for growth.
Among them, they think that the growth of the body comes first and the mind follows.
âIt is natural. Would the mental power of a kid who has never done anything difficult in his life be strong, or would the mental power of a knight who overcame pain and boredom wielding the sword everyday for 10 years, training his body, overcome the pain?â
Quite convincing enough that even an ignorant mercenary would learn.
Instructor Ahmed held such a view for a long time.
By training day and night, the body would surpass the efforts little by little, and endure greater pain every day.
In that process, mental strength also grows.
Just as the muscle fibers are torn and recovered, there are invisible muscles in the human mind too.
ObviouslyâŠ
âThe mind controls the body.â
Kronoâs school master Ianâs evaluation of Irene was different from Ahmedâs.
Of course, it wasnât incomprehensible. It is something everyone has heard.
The story of a mother who exerts superhuman strength to save her child who was about to get crushed by a rock.
But they never thought that it would apply to this case.
Ahmed didnât stop talking to Ian, and Ian didnât care what Ahmed was saying.
He simply continued to think while touching the teacup, which had cooled down a long time ago.
âStrange one. Weird too. Of course, it isnât impossible. Because there are cases where mental power dominates the body resulting in enormous power. I have also received such help in desperate times. How about you?â
âJust once.â
âI tooâŠâ
âBut it is a miracle which works only in momentary situations.â
ââŠâ
âAs continuouslyâŠ. I have never had such an iron-like mentality in my 90 years of life.â
Saying so, Ian closed his eyes.
And he remembered the image of the trainee he saw, Irene.
The tremendous power in that pitiful body.
A body that is forcibly growing to catch up with the supreme mental power, or rather evolving.
Even though it was evident that he reached his limit, the trainee kept moving his body forward. Ian had no choice but to be surprised when his common sense about training had been destroyed.
âThe word magic wonât be enough. It was as if someone had casted some magic on him.â
A mental power that was maintaining the strength of his body, keeping the bones from breaking and absorbing the energy in the world to recover.
Then, after applying enough weight to the body, mental energy was repeating the same process.
Ian took a deep breath.
A breath of anticipation and a little ecstasy.
The boyâs future was being pictured in his mind.
Ian opened his eyes and spoke.
âAs I said before, donât touch Irene for a while.â
âYes.â
âYes.â
Ahmed and Karaka answered.
It didnât mean to let Irene ruin his body. But because they knew that the school master knew something.
And in the following words, they were flustered.
âBy the way, the child, JudithâŠ.â
âHmm.â
âThatâŠâ
To stop Judith, Irene had to stop.
But now they couldnât do that.
The wrinkles on Ianâs forehead deepened.
âWe have a lot of unique trainees this time. At other times, it was hard to see even 4 talented ones⊠hahah.â
Ianâs laughter echoed through the room.
The midterm would determine the âpassâ and âfailureâ.
Most kids stayed in optimal shape.
All the top ones, Ilya Lindsay and Bratt Lloyd and the other kids too.
Only a few tensed ones couldnât stand the pressure and ran around.
However, Judith is a commoner.
And Irene Pareira came in wearing the stigma of being a deadbeat. They were both different.
They continued their training desperately as if they had forgotten what tomorrow was.
âThose crazy bastards.â
âHave they really gone crazy? What are they thinking?â
âTheir bodies will collapse, they wonât be able to participate tomorrow.â
âToo bad. If this was an evaluation, it would be a good match for those twoâŠ.â
Looking at those two, the other kids shook their heads.
Even Bratt and Ilya, who returned to their rooms, were shocked.
Nevertheless, they didnât stop.
And the night came.
Thud!
âPant! Pant! Pant!â
Sitting on the outside floor, Judith looked at the indoor training room.
Lights were shining inside. It was clear. âThat guyâ hadnât stopped training.
That terrified Judith. For the first time, she felt a sense of defeat that she had not felt even with Ilya Lindsay.
âCrazy bastard! That damned thing! Pant, how is he going to do the test?â
Idiot, stupid, bastard, pathetic. A constant barrage of swear words directed at Irene. The girl who sat there made her way to the dormitory.
She never backed down.
Getting enough sleep was essential for taking the test.
A reasonable thought comforted Judith, but it didnât make her feel any better.
It was because what guided her until now had been her fiery spirit, not reasoning.
But she couldnât help it.
Any more training was unreasonable.
âTomorrow, I will destroy you.â
The red-haired girl brushed her teeth, washed herself and laid in bed.
Even though all the trainees fell asleep.
Even in the late hours, Irene Pareira didnât stop moving.
âHmph! Hmph!â
His muscles were moving.
âHuk! Huk!â
Blood kept flowing through his body.
As a result, oxygen, nutrients, and the unknown energy was being delivered to every corner of his body.
The body, which had been damaged, was being restored as he moved again.
âOuch, uh, uhâŠ.â
Of course, the process wasnât smooth.
The pain was indescribable because it would take several days for him to recover.
The pain was too much that any ordinary person would give up right away. Any person would fall to the ground and burst into tears.
But not Irene Pareira.
The boy who broke out of his shell was no longer a boy.
âA little more, I can do a little more.â
The pain that far exceeded the first physical fitness test came for him with every training.
But Irene kept on moving despite the waves stopping him.
On and on and on.
Forgetting time, pain or looking back on the bad memories of the past, forgetting all the little things which bothered him.
Like the man in his dreams, when he only worked to move forward for his goal.
Irene Pareira could feel it.
It meant that the limitations of the body that had been blocking him had shattered.
ââŠâ
Irene stopped moving and lowered his head to look at his body.
Drenched in sweat as if he had been hit by rain.
He welcomed the faint salty taste in the sweat and a strange smell worse than the stench of sweat.
Still, it didnât feel bad.
It was refreshing to him.
Irene took off his shirt and left the training room.
Swoosh!
Morning wind blew, sweeping his cold body. He instantly felt better.
Irene moved with a smile brighter than the one he had on the day he joined the school.
Swish!
His fists were moving faster than before.
Pah!
His body jumped lighter and reached a higher point than before.
The same was true for other actions.
Incomparable to the previous days, Irene Pareira felt curiosity and a bit of anxiety at the same time as his body moved easily.
âWhat is it?â
The past ten days, Irene had surrendered to his instinct.
It wasnât something he was sure of.
It was like holding a sword for the first time.
As if he couldnât bear not wielding it, an impulse of not running took over him. Much more than ever.
Thanks to that, he seemed better yet a little uncomfortable.
â⊠after all, this time, I got help from the dreams.â
Confused.
Only for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and opened them.
âLetâs not focus on things that we canât solve.â
Instead, think about what can be done and achieve it in the future.
A precious lesson he realized after having the dreams.
Irene Pareira, who quickly thought so, turned his head.
A few people followed him out of the second training room.
People who probably watched him train all night.
Ahmed and Karaka and Rune Tarhal and an old man.
Looking at their expressions, Irene asked.
âHow many hours until midterm?â
â⊠15 minutes left. Itâs pretty tight.â
âAm I late?â
âWhat? Hahahahah!â
Irene asked that question with an innocent look.
Seeing that, the old man burst into laughter.
Stopping himself after a while, he spoke.
âThe physical condition of the other trainees is their best. It has been a while since the others relaxed. On the other hand, you overworked your body until now, like a foolish bear.â
ââŠâ
âEven then, will you take it seriously?â
âYes.â
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âGood. Letâs head to the midterm.â
Ian took the lead. And Irene, who couldnât understand the old man, slowly moved.
Following them, he realized that all three of them had serious expressions.
Finally, the midterm evaluation, which determines the future of the prospective trainees, was about to begin.