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The words that slipped out no longer needed to be speculated upon. Based on Freyr's current progress, he would undoubtedly retain the same strength in the future as he had in the past. However, no one could follow the predetermined path of fate. Good was certainly doomed, and there were reasons for that.
Freyr fixed his gaze on Good, who was also staring back at him in confusion. In that instant, it felt as if his chest was constricted; the heavy atmosphere became oppressive from that moment on, forcing him to press his hands against his knees just to maintain some semblance of calm.
"Can you see anything?" Good suddenly spoke up, his strange words sounding odd coming from his mouth. If Good had unknowingly done something earlier that prevented him from noticing that detail, he thought it shouldn't be possible; he had remained still right under Freyr's nose and couldn't have made any moves.
"Nothing at all," Freyr instinctively swallowed hard before replying. Good sighed and shook his head, clearly revealing a look of unease. "Did you do something?"
"Well, it's your feeling," Good continued, his tone still icy.
Freyr pondered for a moment before speaking again. "Feeling? Well, my chest feels tight, and my palms are sweaty."
Good's gaze remained fixed on Freyr. When it came to the point, he would nod slightly; otherwise, he remained as immovable as an iceberg, making it impossible to discern any signs of internal struggle from his expression.
"Yes, this situation is a result of your lack of defensive measures. If this continues for another minute, your blood vessels will burst, and your heart will stop beating."
Freyr looked at Good's face again. The person showed little arrogance, as if achieving all this was merely a matter of course. However, not long ago, he had noticed that Good sat there doing nothing at all, and shortly after that, problems arose with him. What exactly was going on? He wanted to try to understand this matter.
Freyr nodded but then lowered his head again and said softly, "So what do you think I should do? What exactly is it? It seems like you did nothing at all, yet I fell victim to it. Please enlighten me."
"Come on, you passed the Hunter assessment without knowing anything at all. What kind of people can join these days? The selection standards get worse every year; it's really..." Good broke from his usual demeanor and began to complain, sounding utterly worthless.
"Yeah." Freyr's lips twitched slightly at that moment; he managed to suppress the urge to continue venting frustrations and stood up only to suddenly kneel down on the ground with a thud.
Good instinctively paused, unable to believe what he intended to do.
"Then teach me how to do it," Freyr quickly bowed his head again, pressing his forehead down hard enough to bruise. "Please."
Good's expression immediately turned serious as he scolded sharply, "What are you doing? Get up! Is this how you show respect? A man should not kneel before anyone."
"Whether I share my experiences depends on your character. I don't care about your talent; if it's lacking, you can still surpass most elites with hard work over time."
As they neared the end of their conversation, he instinctively glanced at Freyr's state. When Freyr stood up, Good let out a slight sigh and continued in a calmer tone, "My training methods are harsh. Can you keep up with my pace? And remember, war could break out at any moment. During the conflict, I will teach you everything I know, depending on how much you can absorb. If you ever have any thoughts or actions that exceed my willingness to teach, I can easily terminate the opportunity to learn my secrets."
"I have no expectations of you; just focus on learning. Of course, if your talent is too poor, I won't have much time to correct you. Time is already short. If you progress quickly, you could learn it all in about a week."
Freyr politely assumed a hunter's stance. "I can do it; please train me."
"Good. If that's the case, I can teach you. But first, please drop that pitiful posture. The honor of a hunter does not allow for pity towards enemies. If you let emotions cloud your judgment, you'll never improve. Moreover, when you reach a certain level, jealousy and hatred will come your way. To wear the Crown, one must bear its weight. Are you ready?" Good asked coldly without any fluctuation in his emotions.
"Yes, teacher!" Freyr replied and immediately stood straight with respect.
The two stepped outside but soon encountered Medusa. It seemed that Medusa was quite concerned about Good. Freyr knew their relationship was very close, but he couldn't directly inquire about the specifics as it involved their privacy.
When Medusa saw Good emerge, she appeared somewhat surprised. However, upon noticing another person following him and observing Good's attire and demeanor, she understood his intentions. Every hunter has the right to teach novice hunters what it means to fight among hunters and to rely on their instincts and abilities in battle; this is an obligation of every senior hunter, though it doesn't mean they must teach them.
Watching the two exit the military tent, she quickly added, "You don't need to worry about things here; just focus on your training. Once you're done, you can come back to help. But by then, the battle might already be over. Don't expect me to protect you as a newcomer; those who contribute have the right to rewards. I'm sure you're aware of Lord Menech's speech."
"Before I guide him, I hope you all can survive until then. In a week, this guy should have a high level of comprehension. For an ordinary person, it takes a month, but with my guidance, it should be feasible." Good said coldly.
"Hmph, a week? I'm almost tempted to laugh. No matter how gifted someone is, it's impossible to awaken their abilities in just a week. Even an ordinary person needs a month. But your skills as a master are indeed impressive. I'm curious to see what kind of disciple you can teach; I'll be watching closely."
Medusa, usually not very talkative, suddenly became quite chatty when facing Good.
This time, Good did not respond. The two silently turned and walked toward the military tent.
Outside the tent was a desolate area, with some space available for training. Of course, the methods used would differ slightly from regular practice.
Good arrived at an open area and immediately sat on a rock on the ground. Freyr stood straight in front of him, feeling somewhat uneasy under Good's gaze.
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