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Gu Beiri pointed to the tall tree in the distance: "See those leaves? When the wind blows, they fall along different paths."

The afternoon training involved using stealth attacks to sever designated leaves from vital points—before they hit the ground.

"This requires you to have an extreme grasp of trajectory prediction, timing of the shot, and force."

Flying Mantis looked in the direction Gu Beiri pointed.

The trees in early autumn have begun to turn yellow, with a few leaves swaying gently in the morning breeze.

A strong gust of wind blew by, and dozens of leaves detached from the branches and began to twirl and fall.

Each piece has a different trajectory; some fall straight down, some swirl, and some are carried away by air currents to distant places.

In such chaos, one must precisely strike the designated leaf...

"just!"

But the Scyther showed no sign of retreat, only an even stronger fighting spirit.

It is a born warrior, and the greater the challenge, the more its potential is unleashed.

"Let's rest for a bit and replenish our energy." Gu Beiri took out a specially made energy cube from his backpack. "The training this afternoon will be even more difficult."

…………

In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows on the training field.

Gu Beiri stood under the tree, holding a special red leaf in his hand—a marker leaf that he had dyed beforehand.

"The rules are simple," he said. "I'll mix this red leaf with the other leaves and toss it into the air."

You must find and cut the red leaves before they all fall to the ground.

"Note that you can only be killed once."

If you accidentally damage other leaves or let red leaves fall to the ground, it's considered a failure.

The Flying Mantis nodded, and dark purple energy began to gather on its twin scythes.

It has gradually mastered the energy operation method of attacking key points in a sneak attack, and now it needs to be applied in actual combat.

"Ready—"

Gu Beiri tossed a handful of leaves mixed with red leaves high into the air.

Among dozens of green leaves, that splash of red stands out.

But as they spun, intertwined, and were scattered by the wind, the red quickly disappeared into the green ocean.

"Now!"

The mantis moved.

It did not charge blindly, but observed for half a second first.

The mantis's eyes, comparable to those of a high-precision industrial camera, analyze the movement trajectories of all the blades at an astonishing speed, calculating the intersection points and time differences.

Then it found it—the red leaf was falling in a spiral trajectory between two green leaves.

With a flap of its wings, its body shot out like an arrow.

Dark purple energy condensed into a thin layer on the scythe, like the sharpest blade.

cut!

A flash of purple light appeared.

The red leaves were neatly cut in the middle and fell in two halves.

The surrounding green leaves were completely unharmed.

"Perfect!" Gu Beiri couldn't help but exclaim.

The accuracy of that last strike exceeded his expectations.

But the training is not over yet.

"This time, two red leaves."

Gu Beiri dyed two leaves red and tossed them into the air again.

The difficulty increases dramatically—not only do you have to lock onto two targets at the same time, but you also have to plan your attack path to ensure that you can deliver continuous slashes in a single movement.

Without hesitation, the Scyther attacked again.

The first strike was successful, but the second red leaf was veered off course by a sudden gust of wind just as it was about to be struck.

The sickle grazed the edge of the leaf, cutting off only a small corner.

"Sigh..." The little guy landed in frustration.

"It's okay, you're very close," Gu Beiri encouraged. "Remember how you felt just now, we'll take it slowly."

Tried again and again, failed again and again, adjusted again and again.

The sun gradually slanted westward from its zenith, and the training ground was already covered with fragments of chopped leaves.

The little flying mantis's breathing became heavy, and the dark purple energy on its scythe began to flicker erratically.

But it didn't stop.

Finally, on the seventeenth attempt—

Two streaks of purple light flashed almost simultaneously.

Two red leaves were precisely split in two in mid-air, while the surrounding green leaves remained unharmed.

"We did it!" Gu Beiri clenched his fist excitedly.

The little flying mantis landed on the ground, exhausted, but its compound eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

It sensed it—that feeling of grasping order amidst chaos, of locking onto a target amidst ever-changing circumstances.

This is the essence of a sneak attack on vital points.

"That's all for today." Gu Beiri glanced at the sky. "Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow we'll begin the second phase of training."

Gu Beiri paused, then revealed a mysterious smile.

"Tomorrow, you will learn how to combine stealth attacks, vacuum waves, continuous strikes, and energy gathering."

"Create your own prototype of the Demon Slash."

Haven't you always been envious of Lemon's Railgun, Counter Shield, and Iron Sand Manipulation?

I'll make it happen tomorrow.

The mantis's eyes lit up instantly.

It nodded vigorously, as if all its fatigue had vanished, leaving only anticipation for tomorrow's training.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the training ground in a warm golden light.

Gu Beiri packed up the training equipment and looked at the two tired but bright-eyed elves, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Let's go home." He patted his backpack. "There's a special program today."

"Huh?" Scyther tilted its head.

"Mushroom?" The fluffy sheep also showed a curious expression.

Gu Beiri wore a profound expression, did not explain immediately, but simply waved and led the two elves on their return journey.

…………

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

Instead of preparing dinner as usual, Gu Beiri took out a large box from the storage room.

"Tonight's special program is—" He opened the box, inside which various tools and bottles were neatly arranged, "The Elf Beauty Special."

The box was filled with a wide variety of tools: soft brushes, whetstones of different hardnesses, special care oils...

"As trainers, we not only have to train you to become stronger, but also take good care of your bodies," Gu Beiri said while tidying up the tools. "Especially after high-intensity training, scientific maintenance can accelerate recovery and prevent hidden injuries."

He looked at the fluffy sheep first: "Let's start with the fluffy sheep."

"Rong~" Rongrong sheep obediently walked over and lay down on the soft mat laid out on the ground.

Gu Beiri put on white gloves and picked up a specially made anti-static brush.

"First, there's hair care," he explained softly. "Your wool is not only beautiful, but it's also an important organ for storing electrical energy."

If the fibers become tangled or contaminated with impurities, it will affect the electrical conduction efficiency.

When you evolve into an electric dragon, the organ that stores electrical energy will become the gem on your head.

The brush gently swept across the sheep's head and neck, bringing out fine dust and loose down.

Gu Beiri's movements were very skillful—following the direction of hair growth, with just the right amount of pressure, neither too light to achieve the cleaning effect nor too heavy to make the fluffy sheep uncomfortable.

"Next is the energy node check."

He picked up a palm-sized instrument that resembled a thermometer, but had a circular sensor probe at the top.

"Relax, don't resist." Gu Beiri gently placed his probe on the fluffy sheep's forehead.

The instrument screen lights up, displaying a simplified energy flow diagram.

"Hmm... The energy channels in the left forelimb are a bit blocked, probably a result of overusing electromagnetic forces during training today."

Gu Beiri took out a small bottle from the box and poured out a small amount of transparent gel-like substance.

"This is a conductive gel that helps to facilitate energy flow."

He applied the gel to the velvety sheep's left foreleg and then gently massaged it in with his palm.

The gel makes a soft "sizzling" sound and releases a faint minty scent the moment it touches the skin.

The fluffy sheep squinted comfortably, its tail swaying gently involuntarily.

The whole process lasted about twenty minutes.

When the fluffy sheep stood up from the cushion, the whole elf looked brand new—its fur was fluffy and shiny, its eyes were clear and bright, and even its gait was lighter.

"Cha-cha!" The mantis watched with shining eyes, eagerly waving its scythes to indicate that it was finally its turn.

"Don't rush, your skincare routine is a bit more complicated." Gu Beiri smiled and beckoned, "Come here."

The mantis excitedly jumped onto another soft mat, but its movements were a bit too big, almost tipping the mat over.

"Relax a bit." Gu Beiri pressed it down. "First, I need to thoroughly inspect your sickle."

He picked up a magnifying glass and examined the blade of the mantis's right sickle closely.

"Hmm... there's a slight crease and three tiny nicks." Gu Beiri frowned. "It must have been caused during today's training with slashing projectiles."

Although it doesn't affect usability, the gap will gradually widen if left unaddressed.

He took out a set of professional sharpening tools from the box—grindstones of different grits, polishing cloths, and angle fixers.

"Scythe maintenance is the most important daily care for the Scyther clan," Gu Beiri explained as he prepared. "Your scythes are not only weapons, but also extensions of your bodies, equivalent to human arms."

Improper maintenance can affect attack accuracy and even cause permanent damage.

He fixed the mantis's right scythe to a specially made bracket and adjusted it to the most comfortable angle.

"You might feel a slight vibration, but it won't hurt. If you experience any discomfort, let me know immediately."

"Yes." Scyther nodded seriously.

Gu Beiri picked up the coarsest whetstone and began to repair the nick on the sickle.

A hissing sound filled the quiet room as tiny shavings fell from the blade.

For the Scyther species, the scythe is like the teeth of a rodent, growing throughout its lifespan, constantly wearing down in battle, and regenerating at a human-like rate at other times.

Gu Beiri's movements were extremely professional—maintaining a constant angle, applying force evenly, and ensuring that the polishing trajectory was completely consistent each time.

Scyther was initially a little nervous, but soon found that, just as its trainer had said, it only felt a slight vibration and no pain.

It watched with curiosity as its sickle gradually became smooth under the whetstone, and the tiny nicks disappeared little by little.

"The gap has been repaired; now we will proceed with fine polishing."

Gu Beiri switched to a finer whetstone and began to sharpen the blade.

The goal this time is not repair, but to make the blade surface smoother and flatter, reducing air resistance during attacks.

Next comes the ultra-fine grinding with other grinding stones, and finally the final polishing with a polishing cloth.

When the right sickle is fully maintained, the entire sickle gleams with a cold metallic luster under the light, and the blade is as smooth as a mirror, almost reflecting a person's image.

"Let's see how it feels." Gu Beiri unfastened the brace.

The mantis carefully swung its right sickle.

"just!"

It let out a joyful cry, and the feeling of swinging the scythe was completely different! Smoother and lighter!

"Don't rush, it's not over yet."

Gu Beiri poured the deep purple essential oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and then began to massage the flying mantis's shoulders.

His technique was very professional. Sometimes he would press with his fingertips, and sometimes he would push and knead with his palms. Every application of force was precisely applied to the energy nodes.

The praying mantis was initially a little stiff—it wasn't used to being touched like that. But soon, the essential oils began to work, and combined with the comfort of the massage, it gradually relaxed.

"Cheers..." it let out a comfortable sigh, its compound eyes half-closed, completely immersed in this unprecedentedly relaxing experience.

Shoulders, back, wing roots, joints... Gu Beiri massaged each area carefully, leaving no spot untouched.

When the full-body massage was finished, Scyther almost collapsed on the cushion—not from exhaustion, but from extreme relaxation and languor.

"Cheers~"

"Rong~"

At this moment, the two elves were not like the mighty warriors on the battlefield, but more like old men lounging on the beach, basking in the sun with their legs crossed.

These are enough for my life.

Sheep didn't know what the flying mantis was thinking, but that's what it was in its mind.

And so, the fluffy sheep fell asleep.