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People with an excessively high sensitivity tend to react disproportionately to even the smallest everyday stimuli.
[Top]
“Oh, I got it!”
“I got it too, Silent Swordsman!”
[Middle-Upper]
“Oh, we all got it!”
“If we keep getting them right, is there a prize?!”
[Mixed]
“Ahhh! This is so dizzying!”
“I feel like I’m losing my mind!”
Excessive sensitivity can cause problems in daily life, but in combat, it’s an undeniable penalty. If one reacts to every stimulus in battle, they could collapse from exhaustion before even swinging a sword.
“How’s the assessnt coming along?”
[Their sensitivity is too high. You were training to enhance your wildness before, right?]
“That’s right. It was the easiest way to develop by using the wildness to dodge all the enemy attacks and land only our strikes.”
[We need to change that training thod before learning martial arts. Otherwise, it’ll just be like pouring water into a broken dam.]
“Do you have a thod for that?”
[For now, I plan to reduce their sensitivity to a level where they can train.]
Guild mbers, who reacted excessively sensitively to even the slightest stimuli as if they had been brainwashed a thousand tis, were the focus of Hae Eung-eung’s first martial arts instruction.
She divided them into three groups and bound the first group to posts with bandages.
“Uh... Silent Swordsman? Is this related to training?”
“Why are you tying us to posts like this? What are you planning to do?”
“I know this! Tag: bondage, right? It’s a secret restraint play, isn’t it?”
“Dozens of people are watching! How is this secret? It’s public!”
The guild mbers, who were clearly fans of Silent Swordsman, muttered comnts that rivaled live broadcast chats.
[Now, Group 2, swing your weapons at Group 1. But don’t let your attacks hit—just swing them in the air.]
Group 1 mbers, bound with bandages, struggled as Group 2 mbers swung their weapons in the air in front of them.
As the swords sliced through the air, Group 1’s mbers writhed and scread.
“Ahhh! It’s so frustrating!”
“I want to run, but I can’t!”
“Eeeek!”
Their reactions were far more intense than expected.
It seed like so guild mbers had beco sensitized in a different way, but the results of the training began to show.
“Whoa, look at this guy. He’s twitching, but he’s much calr, right?”
“The sensory desensitization training seems to be working!”
“But why do these guys look so dazed? They’re even making expressions like they’re on fire with impatience.”
[Stop. It’s been 10 minutes, so let’s switch. Group 1 can’t resu training imdiately, so bind Group 2 to the posts and have Group 3 pick up the wooden swords.]
Laughing at the embarrassing display of Group 1,
Group 2, who were comfortably bound, realized what Group 1 had experienced when the wooden swords of Group 3 mbers swung toward them.
‘Ah! I need to escape, but I can’t move because of the bandages!’
‘No, if the sword swings close to that area, my body will react!’
‘My precious 15mm boundary is being violated!!’
Struggling to escape from the bandages or freezing in terror from unavoidable stimuli,
Group 2 mbers were overwheld by the sensation.
Shaking, they could only succumb to it.
“Heh, look at these guys. They’re really losing it.”
“Is this the kind of disgrace we’re seeing in front of Silent Swordsman? Did you, uh, shit yourself or sothing?”
“Hey, hey, snap out of it! It’s ti for the switch. Since the bandages are off, go rest over there in the corner!”
With an anxious, dazed expression, Group 2 slowly moved to the corner,
and now Group 1 mbers, holding the wooden swords, exchanged aningful smiles in front of Group 3.
“We have to repay them for what they’ve done to us, right?”
“I’ll definitely make one of them lose control.”
“Let’s send those smug Group 3 guys to Hong Kong!”
Though the purpose of the training was starting to shift from desensitization to a twisted form of restraint or frustration play, the results of the training were still evident.
“Ahem. I’m not doubting Silent Swordsman’s abilities, but is this really the right training? The n are just making strange noises, and it’s a bit odd.”
[The more you avoid the sensations, the more your body adapts, and the threshold for sensitivity increases. That’s what happens with sensory adaptation.]
Seeing the anxious expressions of the leaders,
Hae Eung-eung decided not to tell them that their turn would be next,
fearing they might get scared and run away if the training was too intense.
[Let’s check the results for today.]
Group 1, now free of their bandages, faced Hae Eung-eung again.
[Top]
As she released a dangerous aura toward them again,
unlike before, when they reacted sensitively to everything,
one of the guild mbers suppressed a groan.
[Middle-Upper]
“Ggrrr”
[Middle-Upper-Lower]
“Eeeek!”
Thud.
Although the sensitivity had not fully worn off yet,
there were still incidents where guild mbers fainted during training.
But, these mbers, who had been dragged along by their senses before,
were now fighting against their own sensitivity, and the results of their bravery made Cheol Daesan nod in satisfaction.
“Outstanding skills and excellent martial arts instruction. If you co to train our guild for an hour every day, we will pay you this much in compensation.”
Cheol Daesan offered a contract with an initial fee of 1 billion won.
The annual salary was 200 million won.
“When the physical conditioning is complete, we will give you a bonus of 120 million won per mber, and if you provide the martial arts for real combat, we will offer an additional 10 billion in performance bonuses.”
Hae Eung-eung had heard that they had sought out professional trainers and martial arts instructors, and while it was odd that they couldn’t find better solutions than bandaging for sensitivity training, there was no reason for her to turn down the offer.
‘I don’t have any results yet, and I’ve only successfully completed one sensory suppression training. Asking for more would be too greedy.’
The training and the contract concluded with both sides satisfied.
Now it was ti for Hae Eung-eung to pay attention to the matter that had been bothering her.
[Let ask you sothing.]
“Eek!”
[Now that the training is over, don’t be too tense.]
The guild mber, shocked to the point where his hair stood on end,
tried to calm himself down.
“Are you serious?”
[You all said you were my fans before the class started, right?]
“Right! Oh, wait. Please sign it!”
[Sign? Do you an death signature?]
“Yes! Make it big!”
A big signature.
After thinking for a mont, Hae Eung-eung wrote a large, bold signature on the page.
Then, she added a small ti detail in the corner.
[刀劍慘殺]
[November XX, 2050, Chen ti]
“Wow! Your handwriting is so cool! But, what does this say?”
[It says Sword and Saber Massacre.]
“Wow! Saber Massacre!”
Was this really okay?
It was hard for a martial artist to understand such a mindset, but
since the guild mber seed happy, Hae Eung-eung let it slide.
[How did you co to know about ?]
“The reason? Well, I saw a clip that went up on the internet. It said there was a new strear with amazing skills! It’s rare for a strear to be acknowledged in the Awakener forum, so I beca more interested.”
[Strear?]
“Yes, a broadcaster!”
[Who?]
“Of course, it’s Silent Swordsman!”
[?]
“Yes!”
Silent Swordsman froze, like a broken robot.
Her brain, with a surge of high intellect, spoke.
-Intellect: I’m related to mory skills. If intelligence increased through intellect, it would be an extraordinary phenonon, and soone with 100 intellect would master the laws of the universe and beco an immortal. Do you understand?
Indeed,
intellect was just related to mory skills.
In fact, the stat that was more useful in this case was Charm, followed by Spirit.
-Spirit: I’m related to an Awakened one's intuition and enlightennt. If intuition increases, it doesn’t an you’ll suddenly understand everything. If that were the case, Siddhartha, the enlightened one, would be the strongest martial artist in human history.
Yes,
Spirit was limited to intuition for martial artists, not a universal ability to understand everything.
If that were true,
Archides, the ancient Greek philosopher who shouted “Eureka” in his bath, would be the first martial artist with an exceptionally high Spirit stat.
‘I must have montarily lost my mind. Hearing stats speak to ...’
It was just a foolish thought caused by the shock.
Hae Eung-eung quickly regained her composure.
[Did I really broadcast?]
“Yes? Yes, you did, right?”
[How?]
“Oh, are you shy about it? I understand, I’d also feel embarrassed if I had to watch my own PPT presentation again during a guild interview.”
With a serious expression, Hae Eung-eung pondered for a mont.
Then she hesitated and finally spoke.
[Show your broadcast. I'll also review your PPT presentation.]
“No, what is this? I didn’t even do a PPT broadcast...”
[Instead, I’ll do a martial arts match for you.]
“Of course, no problem.”
A guild mber from Daesan Guild rushed back, panting, and handed over a USB.
“External viewing isn’t allowed. You’ll have to watch it in our AV room.”
“Wait, what’s going on here?”
Sokyeongseok, who had just returned from the restroom, was confused.
[Perfect timing. Follow .]
Hae Eung-eung led him to the AV room.
The guild mber, realizing that his embarrassing past was about to be exposed, was gloomy, but when he realized how special his situation was, having received a signature and even speaking with Silent Swordsman, he grinned.
[Search: Silent Swordsman broadcast video]
[Search results: None]
Confused, he smiled awkwardly.
[Search: Silent Swordsman Mad Movie]
[Search results: None]
“What? Is this a search error? Whatever! I’ve saved the video on this USB so I’ll watch it later!”
The guild mber plugged the USB into the computer.
【External Disk G】
[Silent Swordsman]
[HR Interview PPT Presentation_Jung Yohan]
[Tree Bark]
Hae Eung-eung stared at the Silent Swordsman folder,
Jung Yohan stared at the HR Interview PPT Presentation_Jung Yohan folder,
and Sokyeongseok was drawn to the Tree Bark folder.
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