Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 53 Super Talent
  "I'm glad you can handle what's going on. The training results these days are... very good."

Jacques looked at Terry, whose sportswear was all wet with sweat. He raised the corners of his mouth and twitched his mustache.

Terry gasped and poked the wooden sword with many collision marks on the ground, supporting his body like a crutch.

In fact, Hei's influence on him has not completely disappeared. He still has a brand-new danger warning ability, but after chatting with Hei, he can choose whether to act according to that intuitive sense.

Hei's subconscious will no longer force his body to avoid anything that may be dangerous.

Three days have passed since the last time he helped Hei escape from prison. Terry seems to have gradually regained his comfortable rhythm of life. His progress in swordsmanship has made Master Jacques, who has always followed strict teachings, couldn't help but praise him today. Got him.

You must know that Jacques has always been extremely strict in his few teachings. No matter how hard Terry tries to meet the training requirements, Jacques will only make him more strict.

But today...

Terry tried to calm his breathing and glanced at Clint, who was sitting cross-legged watching the battle.

Huh~ Could it be that Hawkeye happened to be free today, which caused Master Jaq to relax his requirements a little?
  Terry's little eyes glanced back and forth at the two of them. He had no choice but to remember that his memory before the time travel only retained his knowledge of some relatively famous people in this world, such as the person sitting next to him.

He knew that Hawkeye and Clint Barton were sometimes young and sometimes old in their memories before time travel. Sometimes there was a real-life image wearing black costumes, and sometimes he was dressed like a purple elf, and the character also changed into Comics and Anime.

There was no way, the two had been masters, apprentices and friends for too long. No matter how well Clint concealed it, Jacques could tell that the other person was currently engaged in some kind of extremely confidential work.

In fact, he has a certain understanding of the nature of Clint's work.

Jaq put down the towel and glanced at Clint, who was focused on Terry.

"You don't want to recruit that kid into your workplace, do you?"

"Take a rest and replenish some fluids before continuing."

Clint crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Jaq.

Jacques snorted lightly and ignored Clint's nonsense to change the subject.

"Four days."

"Why are you free to come here today?"

Jacques walked to the wall, placed the somewhat crumbled bamboo sword against the wall, then grabbed a towel hanging on the sword stand and began to wipe off the sweat on his body.

"Why, you have a better new apprentice and you are so anxious to drive the old apprentice away?"

So Terry really doesn't know what the relationship between the two is about.

Probably not. Most memories show that Hawkeye always had a wife and family.

But even if Terry heard the name Jacques Duquesne, he had no relevant image or memory.

When Jacques said this number, his tone also became a little complicated: "It's like a sponge that has been squeezed to the extreme, and then thrown into a water tank, and it absorbs faster than I imagined. many."

Terry also put down his wooden sword calmly, walked to the other side and picked up a bottle of expensive energy drink, unscrewed the cap and put the mouth of the bottle against his chapped lips.

"Terry's improvement in swordsmanship is so fast that it's really hard to understand. How many days has he been training with you? Five days?"

In addition, Clint himself had revealed his swordsmanship and archery skills in front of him, so Jacques had some guesses about Clint's purpose.

Clint sighed noncommittally: "With a new leader, the unit is preparing to develop its ambitions in a new field, but it lacks manpower."

"That's why I didn't teach him basic training, because with his talent, he can start from actual combat."

"As long as he keeps attacking and being beaten, that kid can quickly understand various superb body exertion techniques and master his own attack rhythm."

Clint nodded his head up and down, with a look of reminiscence: "Four days - how long did it take for me to reach this level of actual combat training?" "Almost six weeks."

Clint seemed to be choked: "Seriously, it took me so long? I remember you said that I have a unique swordsmanship talent!"

"But you still have a talent for archery that is unique in a million, and Terry's talent for swordsmanship is even higher than your talent for archery. Just accept your fate. This is how the world is. It just happened to be him, and it just happened to be us." meet."

"Hey, are you a born swordsman? It's really hard to understand."

Both of them fell into silence for a period of time.

Jacques didn't know what he was thinking, while Clint was hesitant whether to report Terry's existence to his leader.

To be honest, this young man's swordsmanship talent can even be classified into the category of superpowers, and the teacher is Jacques, whom he knows quite well.

Three months is definitely enough for Terry to reach a level where he can carry out difficult practical tasks.

While Clint was thinking hard, Terry came over again holding a wooden sword.

"I'm well rested!"

The sweat all over his body and the slightly trembling muscles due to extreme fatigue seemed to have never appeared. Terry only needed to drink water to rest his body to its peak state.

Yes, in order to achieve the maximum training effect, although Terry took off his accessories for training, he would put the accessories back every time he regained his strength.

What is the incredible regeneration speed?
  This was the first time Clint saw Terry's ability, and his eyes widened in shock.

Jacques seemed to have been used to it for a long time. With a towel and a bamboo sword in hand, he walked towards Terry, who had fully recovered.

Or for Jacques, he doesn't care about Terry's abilities. As long as it doesn't interfere with his swordsmanship teaching, the faster he learns, the happier he will be.

And Clint seemed to have finally figured it out, his face seemed a little lonely.

In fact, people with micro-superpowers like this are not uncommon where he works.

For example, his eyesight, among all the detectable standards, is not at the level that normal people can achieve.

But his other 'colleagues' are weirder freaks than he is.

‘Why does everyone’s talent seem to be better than my super vision? ’

After observing the battle between Terry and Jacques again, the attack rhythm of both sides was completely different from that of ordinary people, and they were fighting like a violent storm.

It can even be said that if the person watching the battle is not his eagle eye, anyone else who comes over will only see two blurry shadows of the sword.

Clap!

In another duel, the wooden sword and the bamboo sword both shattered, and a cloud of grass-green mist floated in the air.

The two of them finally stopped. Terry reached out and touched the blood stains on his face from the fallen sawdust, and licked the corners of his mouth.

Jacques seemed to be shocked. He glanced at the half bamboo sword in his hand and his mustache trembled.

"That's it for today. Let's start the real sword teaching directly tomorrow!"

Clint had turned into a dead fish-eyed expression.

'The extremely high level of swordsmanship and incredible physical recovery are enough. I will draft a file on this kid when I get back. The rest of the investigation into his life history is something that other departments should consider. ’

(End of this chapter)