Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"Isaac?"

Barnett didn't know who Isaac was, but since the man had already agreed, he wouldn't refuse.

On the military training grounds, there is no distinction between children and little girls; there are only soldiers.

"Violet, go and get a training outfit now!"

"Yes."

Violet is still wearing the dress Isaac gave her, which isn't really suitable for training.

However, there is now a problem.

Training outfits for Violet's body type are not easy to find.

The soldiers over there searched the warehouse for ages but couldn't find one that small.

“How about we order a set first, and then train with it once we get it?” Bastian suggested.

“No need,” Isaac, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up. He said to the soldiers inside, “Just bring out any set of clothes.”

"Hey kid, do you know what kind of impact ill-fitting clothes can have during training?" Barnett scolded Isaac, clearly displeased with his actions.

However, the soldier had already brought out a set of clothes. This set of clothes was the smallest one currently in the warehouse.

Isaac ignored Barnett and clasped his hands together on the clothes.

呲——

A blue flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The clothes seemed to be the same as before, but Barnett could tell that they were much smaller than the previous ones.

"It fits now."

After saying that, he handed the clothes to Violet and told her to go to the dressing room to change.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Barnett asked, somewhat surprised.

“Haha, this is our guest, Colonel Isaac, the State Alchemist of Amestris,” Bastian said with a smile as he introduced him to Barnett.

"Tsk, why didn't you tell me just now?"

"You didn't ask, did you? Hahaha." He seemed quite pleased to see his old friend startled.

"So it's Colonel Isaac. My apologies for my rudeness."

"No, just call me Isaac. I have great respect for an instructor like you."

"Haha, that's truly an honor."

While the group was chatting, Violet reappeared. She had changed into a dark green training uniform. Unlike the stiff uniform worn by ordinary soldiers, Violet looked quite cute in it.

"Violet! Now run ten laps around the training ground! Immediately!" Barnett ordered directly.

"Yes," Violet replied and ran straight to the training ground. Isaac had already instructed her to follow the instructors' orders during training.

“Isaac, you go run too,” Barnett suddenly said to Isaac.

"What? Why do I have to go too?"

"How can you sit here and rest while the girls are training? Show some soldierly spirit," Barnett said bluntly, completely disregarding Isaac's status.

Isaac thought that his men were training hard and it was not appropriate for him to rest there, so he ran out.

“By the way, Isaac, you have to run thirty laps,” Barnett called out from behind.

"..."

Chapter 40: The Human Body Outlining Shot Technique

Running is a tiring and monotonous sport, especially long-distance running.

Even though the training ground isn't large, one lap is at least 500 meters, so ten laps would be 5,000 meters. This is indeed a basic requirement for a new recruit. Because Violet is a young girl still in her developmental stage, Bannet's requirements for her will be lowered to the level of a new recruit.

But Isaac is different. He's a colonel in the Northern Brix Army of Amestris, so you can't expect him to be trained like a recruit. Although Barnett doesn't think he's qualified to demand training from a colonel from another country, since he's gone out on his own initiative, it's normal to raise the bar.

A long time has passed.

Violet had already finished her ten laps and returned. Apart from being a little sweaty, she wasn't out of breath at all, as if she had just finished a walk.

"That's some excellent physical fitness, nothing like a little kid," Barnett exclaimed, then looked at Isaac, who was still running.

Isaac is now on his twelfth lap and doesn't seem to be tired at all.

"As expected of soldiers from that country, they are far superior to our local army." After saying this, he glanced at his group of soldiers who couldn't even pass through barbed wire, and sighed.

While Isaac was still running on the training field, he was already cursing in his heart.

Why am I showing off for no reason? It's now certain that my physical abilities have declined sharply since I became an alchemist.

Originally, I could have run sixty laps, let alone thirty. I was trained by that woman, Olivia.

However, now, I estimate that I'll be able to collapse after running thirty laps.

But Isaac wouldn't admit defeat; it was a matter of pride.

I finally finished the thirty laps.

When Isaac walked back, he was already limping, and Violet had to come up and help him halfway there.

At that moment, Barnett walked over, leaning on his cane.

"I never expected you to actually finish the race."

I didn't expect you to let me run away?

Although Isaac wanted to curse out loud, he was too out of breath to speak.

It seems I really need to start practicing again.

"Next time you can try running with full gear."

"..."

Today's training session is over.

Logically, Isaac shouldn't need to train with them, but realizing he had regressed, he decided to train with Violet as well.

Of course, the training volume is three times that of Violet.

When they returned to the lounge, Violet was still full of energy, while Isaac collapsed onto the sofa and started snoring.

the next day.

When Isaac got up, he found himself lying in bed, covered with a blanket, even though he hadn't changed his clothes.

It seems that Violet carried herself to the bed.

Isaac stepped out of the room and saw Violet already standing outside.

"Um... Violet... did you carry me into the room yesterday?" I asked, still a little embarrassed, since this was the umpteenth time.

Violet didn't speak, she just nodded.

"Um, thank you."

"It's what I should do."

When the two arrived at the training ground, they found that Barnett was already there waiting for them.

"Today, we'll practice shooting."

He then handed the two rifles to Isaac and Violet respectively, and led them to the shooting range.

Gunshots rang out from the shooting range, where Isaac spotted someone he knew.

"Gilbert, you're here!"

"Mr. Isaac? What brings you to the training ground?" Gilbert was also very surprised to see Isaac.

Gilbert would come to the training ground to practice shooting whenever he had free time, and he understood the principle that more training leads to less bloodshed on the battlefield.

"Violet and I are here for training."

"Does Mr. Isaac also need training?"

In Gilbert's view, someone as strong as Isaac shouldn't need any training at all.

"I've recently noticed that my body has become weaker, so I'm trying to recapture the feeling I had back in the day," Isaac said nonchalantly.

At this moment, Barnett had already walked up to them.

“You guys practice your target shooting first, then I’ll check your skills,” Barnett said, glancing at Gilbert. “Major Gilbert’s here too, let’s have a competition then.”

"Yes, Major General." Gilbert quickly saluted.

"Don't call me Major General anymore, I've already retired." He said, pointing to his cane.

Under Barnett's arrangement, the three began a shooting competition.

The three men stood in a row, each aiming their rifles at the target.

Each person receives ten bullets. The center of the target is the bullseye, and the bullseye decreases as you move outwards. A blank shot scores zero points, and the maximum score is one hundred bullseye.

"Let's begin."

With a command given, a series of gunshots rang out.

Soon, all three men ran out of bullets.

After seeing that everyone had run out of bullets, Barnett asked someone to bring the three targets to him.

"Violet, 95 rings."

Gilbert and Isaac looked at Violet in surprise; this was an achievement that even some seasoned soldiers could not attain.

It's truly astonishing that a little girl could achieve this result.

“What a promising talent,” Barnett exclaimed. “Now let’s see about Isaac.”

"With my marksmanship, I should be able to..."

"Isaac, zero ring."

Before Isaac could finish boasting, Barnett revealed a breathtaking achievement.

"This is impossible! Old man, you must be mistaken!" Isaac simply couldn't believe that he only had a score of zero.

Barnett didn't say anything, but waved the target with Isaac's name on it in front of him.