What should I do if my pet loves watching anime?

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, cutting a dazzling golden line across the living room floor.

When Gu Beiri woke up, Su Wenya was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and tree fruits.

"Good morning." Su Wenya turned around and smiled at him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than expected." Gu Beiri rubbed his eyes and got up.

The sofa in the living room wasn't particularly comfortable, but a deep, dreamless sleep was enough to keep him feeling refreshed.

Scyther has emerged from its Poké Ball and is sitting in front of the TV, clumsily pressing the remote control with its scythe—clearly wanting to relive last night's anime.

"I have to go to training later, so I can't watch anime."

"Sigh..." It put down the remote control somewhat dejectedly.

"Don't rush, you can watch to your heart's content after the training." Gu Beiri walked over and gently patted its smooth head.

The little Scyther immediately straightened its body, its eyes gleaming with excitement: "Chirp!"

After breakfast, Gu Beiri brought the two Pokémon to the school's training ground.

Su Wenya has class today, but promised to come and see the training results this afternoon.

There were already many students training their Pokémon in the training field, with various types of skill lights flashing from time to time.

Gu Beiri found a relatively quiet corner and began to explain today's training plan.

"Scyther, your racial advantages lie in speed and attack power." Gu Beiri squatted down to be at eye level with the little guy. "So today's training is divided into two parts: speed training and strength training."

He first pointed to a row of special devices at the edge of the training field.

That was an "obstacle response trainer" set up by the school, which randomly pops up targets of different colors and locations. Its purpose is to require the Pokémon to hit the most targets in the shortest amount of time.

"In the first stage of speed training, you need to hit these targets using only your body movement without using any skills."

Gu Beiri spoke earnestly.

"Remember, it's not about being as fast as possible, but about maintaining precision while moving quickly."

If you miss a vital point, even the fastest speed is useless.

The little flying mantis nodded as if it understood, but still assumed a charging stance.

"Wait a minute." Gu Beiri pressed it down. "Before we begin, let me demonstrate to you what Qi gathering is."

Take out your phone and play a video demonstrating wrist strength and energy gathering.

In the video, Wanli closes his eyes, a faint blue-white halo surrounds him, and his aura gradually becomes sharp and focused.

"Did you feel that locking sensation?" Gu Beiri explained softly, "Gathering Qi isn't just about accumulating power; it's about concentrating all your energy on one point to increase the probability of your attacks hitting vital points."

This requires extreme focus.

The little flying mantis tried to imitate the macho mantis by closing its eyes, but quickly shook its head in frustration.

It is clearly not well-suited to this kind of static "internal strength" practice.

"It's okay, we'll take it one step at a time." Gu Beiri had anticipated this. "Let's start with dynamic training and experience the feeling in practice."

He activated the training device. The first round consisted of only three targets, which were launched at a relatively slow speed.

"superior!"

The little flying mantis shot off like an arrow.

Its speed was truly astonishing, leaving a green afterimage in the air as the scythe precisely slashed through the center of the first target.

But a problem immediately emerged—due to its excessive speed, it nearly lost its balance after hitting the first target, and the time it took to adjust its posture caused the second target to retract.

"Ouch!" The little guy landed in frustration.

"Too fast, you need to learn to control yourself." Gu Beiri didn't blame him. "Remember, you're a warrior, not a reckless fool."

You must be like flowing water, both swift and gentle, adjusting your direction as you move.

With each subsequent attempt, the little flying scythe gradually mastered the rhythm.

It began to learn to fine-tune the wing angle while moving at high speeds, completing turns with minimal movement.

While it is far from perfect, the progress is clearly visible.

"Very good!" Gu Beiri clapped after it successfully hit all three targets for the fifth time. "Now, try to focus all your attention on the tip of the scythe at the moment of attack, and imagine that you are not cutting the target, but a hair."

The little flying mantis nodded earnestly. As it charged again, its eyes became exceptionally focused.

This time, the moment its scythe sliced ​​through the target, it made a faint whooshing sound—though very faint, Gu Beiri keenly noticed it.

"That's the feeling!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Remember it! That's the sign that 'qi' is beginning to condense!"

The little guy sensed the difference himself, and his compound eyes sparkled with excitement.

Speed ​​training lasted all morning.

As the number of targets increases to five and the launch speed increases, Scyther's movement becomes increasingly smooth and precise.

By noon, it was able to hit eight out of ten medium-speed targets, and each attack was accompanied by that unique whooshing sound.

At the same time, the training results of the sheep were also remarkable, and the charging time of the railgun was reduced significantly.

"Alright, let's take a break. We'll start other training this afternoon."

The afternoon training shifted to strength training.

"Strength training is not just about muscle building." Gu Beiri led the two Pokémon to the strength training area. "For Scyther, the most important thing is the technique of exerting force and endurance."

The first project he chose was "slashing wooden stakes"—specially made flexible wooden stakes that record the force value and the speed at which they return to their original shape after being slashed.

"Try a normal slash first."

The little flying mantis swung its scythe at the wooden stake. With a muffled "bang," the display on the stake jumped to "47KG."

"Good basic strength." Gu Beiri recorded the data. "But now, try to wring all the strength of your body onto the sickle like you're wringing a towel the moment you hit the wooden stake."

It's not simply about using your arms; the power is transmitted from your feet, waist, back, and shoulders.

This requirement is somewhat abstract for the Little Flying Mantis.

It tried several times, and the value hovered between 45-50KG without any significant improvement.

It's not really its fault; as the saying goes, "a month for a stick, a year for a knife, a lifetime for a gun."

In spear fighting, the requirement to control power with the waist is self-evident, and its difficulty is evident.

Gu Beiri thought for a moment and then asked Rongrongyang to demonstrate.

"Use your tail, like you're whipping it," he instructed the lamb. "Don't use the muscles in your tail to generate power, but use your whole body to drive the tail, reaching maximum speed at the end."

The fluffy sheep understood what he meant.

It took a few steps back, its body slightly lowered, then suddenly lunged forward, twisting its body and whipping its tail just before reaching the wooden stake—

"Snapped!"

After the crisp sound, the weight of the wooden stake soared to "68KG", and a shallow dent appeared on its surface.

The little flying mantis opened its compound eyes wide in surprise.

"See that? That's the difference in power generation techniques," Gu Beiri explained. "Your scythe is longer than you think. You need to start generating power from your core, pouring all your weight and kinetic energy into it."

The little guy seemed to be deep in thought.

It retreated to the same position as the fluffy sheep, adopting an attack stance, but this time its attention was no longer limited to the scythe, but rather it began to feel the path of power transmission from its feet.

Charge, twist, slash—

"Bang!"

Value: "59KG".

Although it's not as good as Rongrongyang yet, it's already a qualitative leap.

More importantly, the shaking time of the wooden stake has increased significantly, indicating that more force is being transmitted into it rather than being bounced off.

"Excellent!" Gu Beiri gave a thumbs up. "Remember this feeling, keep going!"

During an afternoon of strength training, Scyther's slashing power steadily improved, reaching a record high of 73KG.

Although it still falls short of the "85KG" that Moogle Sheep later created, it is already an amazing achievement for a newly born elf.

What pleased Gu Beiri even more was that the little guy began to spontaneously incorporate the technique of gathering energy into his slashing attacks.

Although it is still very unstable, there are occasional special slashes that seem to tear through the air.

"The Scyther is very perceptive and will automatically lean towards certain directions during training. This subtle training will also help with the training of the Demon Slash later on."

With this in mind, Gu Beiri gained a general understanding of the practicality of the Demon Slash.

The general direction is correct; we can address the minor issues later.