Genius of a Unique Lineage Chapter 3

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3. Blade Canter

“Aren’t you studying?”

“This is studying.”

Mr. Natural was adamant.

I frowned.

Seeing that, Mr. Natural asked.

“Are you awake?”

“yes.”

“Have you tried any experiments?”

What is the experiment that the natural tutor is talking about?

It is a test of immortality.

Yeah, honestly, I tried it.

I cut my forearm with a box cutter.

It didn’t heal as quickly as the wound appeared, but it did heal quickly.

The wound made with the box cutter disappeared in just a few minutes.

“Do you know how our bodies heal when a wound occurs?”

I do not know.

I woke up the other day, and I found out that I am immortal four days ago thanks to my father’s coming out.

The tutor drew something with a tree branch on the dirt floor.

It’s a picture. I think it depicts a scene of injury and recovery.

Did you draw this to find out?

Even if a 4-year-old child came and drew it, I think it would be better than this.

It was right to ignore the picture.

“Recovering wounds is healing power. The first thing that becomes the basis of that healing power is physical strength.”

“Yes, physical strength.”

I reflexively showed the qualities of an honor student.

He stimulated the teacher’s desire with his repeating words and sparkling eyes.

I am very interested!

If you say it, they will understand it clearly!

When I expressed this with my face and eyes, the tutor continued talking while spitting.

“The second is to train your senses.”

The tutor briefly explained the principle of healing wounds through physical strength and keen senses.

It was simple.

If your basic physical strength is high, you will heal faster.

If your senses are sensitive, you will feel a lot of pain, but if your bones are misaligned, you can quickly notice it.

Yes, I understand everything.

But what does that have to do with this situation?

I naturally showed the qualities of an honor student, but I wonder what this is.

“If you understand everything, run.”

“Where?”

“here.”

Father, Yoo Yeon-ho, you sent your son properly, right?

I turned my eyes to the place the tutor had mentioned.

If this place were flat, you could just think of it as a canter-level physical training exercise.

It’s a different story if the ground where you have to canter is full of sharp metal objects.

“It’s too much for acupressure on the soles of the feet.”

“Are the soles of your feet made of steel? Does that do acupressure?”

Ah, just in case.

Even though you know everything, you are telling me to run.

I wondered if this guy was crazy and would put a circlet in his face and run away.

“Why should I run here?”

This is a palace font.

I was serious.

“They said they were taking a test.”

So, I didn’t get any explanation as to what the test was.

“Senior Yeonho didn’t tell you.”

Yes, I didn’t.

Such an unfaithful father.

“You support an immortal special company.”

If I hadn’t awakened transformation and immortality, I would definitely have hiccups right now.

However, my surprisingly strong body and mind allowed me to accept the other person’s words with confidence.

“why?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

No, some special company? What is that?

“Don’t you know about the Immortal Special Forces?”

I do not know. I don’t know. This is my first time hearing about this affiliation.

Let there be a doubt on your face.

“It’s like a soldier.”

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I understand without saying that.

You said you wanted to go to UDT, why?

It’s a civil service exam?

“Are you going to do it? Are you going to do it or not? If you’re not going to do it, go.”

I asked the last question.

“But what is the reason for running here?”

I have so many questions, the tutor said with facial muscles.

If this is a talent, it is a talent.

However, he did not spare any explanation.

“It’s about training your body and learning how to handle your immortal body.”

“Ah yes.”

I thought it was an inevitable choice.

Once I pass this test, I can do what I want to do.

Nothing has changed. It’s just that the test I thought about and the test my father talked about were a bit different types.

“Run. If I wait, I’ll lose my head.”

Yes, then I will go.

Immortal body training tradition, blade canter.

You put a blade in the ground and run on it.

“Ugh.”

sick. The sole of my foot was half pierced by an awl.

If I pushed just a little harder, I felt like I could see the tip of the beautiful awl sticking out of the top of my foot.

“Don’t rest!”

The tutor behind me lashed out at me with a tongue whip.

“An enemy is chasing you from behind. Do you want to stop because it hurts? Huh? Really? Why don’t you just beg for me to kill you?”

No, some enemy is chasing me.

Even as I said that, I ran.

I get stabbed and cut and run.

Just running 50m feels like I’m walking on a pilgrimage to hell.

Thanks to the shapeshifter’s body, they reflexively avoid major injuries.

It almost became a real penis.

As soon as I finished cantering, the teacher came over and looked at my torn and cut shins, calves, and feet.

“The healing power is amazing.”

I can see the flesh healing.

And he added something.

“Don’t avoid it, step on it more, and make the wound bigger.”

No, this crazy guy.

I’m already dying from pain, what kind of bullshit is this?

“The more injuries you get and the more you recover, the faster your regenerative ability becomes.”

said the teacher.

No, still, isn’t this a bit weird? It hurts so bad.

“Don’t be harsh.”

said the teacher.

It’s not a big deal, but this is a palace font. Serious. It really hurts so badly.

But the tutor forced me without even blinking.

“run.”

The process of deliberately creating deep cuts on the leg using motor nerves was no different from self-harm.

“You were able to avoid something that other guys couldn’t. You must have good motor skills. You were born with it. That’s right, you stepped on it on purpose and amputated your leg.”

No, you idiot, that bastard.

The tutor brought a table from somewhere and sat down on it.

It looks really comfortable. Some people are struggling to die.

“Hey, you’re immortal. You won’t die from something like that. You look like you’ll survive even if your heart explodes.”

Can you say that?

“How long will this last?”

“Originally, you come into shock a few times, and you have to overcome the shock to end it….”

The teacher trails off and asks.

“But why aren’t you in shock?”

* * *

An immortal’s body has amazing regenerative powers and has sensitive senses, but it cannot be said to be strong.

That’s why the immortals of previous generations put a lot of effort into training.

“Experiencing shock.”

It is a training that increases your pain threshold by experiencing it once.

So the first thing that came about was the blade canter.

As you run across the blade, you experience your eyes rolling over and fainting.

Through that training, you don’t faint or panic from pain on the battlefield, that’s right.

“Why, um, aren’t you sick?”

Because it hurts.

I’m being serious, but it hurts so bad. It’s not just words. It hurts so much that I’m drooling.

“I feel sick.”

“But why isn’t there a shock?”

Ah, I realized this after hearing the purpose and goal of the training from the teacher.

The bodies of shapeshifters are strong.

Since awakening at eighteen, I have never felt even mild anemia.

Transformers don’t even catch colds. Even if you are poisoned by any poison, you can detoxify it by coughing a few times.

It is said to be the strongest body in the world.

But shock?

Shock from shock and pain?

Even if a bowl of blood is spilled, it is too much of a shock to the transformation people who will run to the chicken restaurant because they are hungry.

“Other than that, is there any standard for passing this?”

“How many seconds do you run 50m?”

I’ve never really run.

At school, it is moderately adjusted and is in the low 6 seconds.

Of course, just for this alone, the physical education teacher at my school chased me around for a month.

“You were born for track and field. Run. Gwangik, that is the reason for your life! Let’s conquer the world with me!”

I don’t do it. You won’t conquer the world by running!

I barely managed to shake it off.

“About six seconds.”

If you really run, you probably won’t get past 5 seconds.

The world record is mid-5 seconds.

When I was measuring records at school, I had to search in advance to see if I could break that record.

There is nothing that is missing in the internet world.

There is also a new 50m world record.

Denovan Meili’s 5.56 is a new world record.

“The condition for passing other than the blade canter shock is passing the blade section at full speed.”

Ah, then it’s easy.

I was afraid that the blade would damage my clothes and shoes, so I took off my clothes and wore only the tattered shorts my tutor gave me.

I rolled up the shorts and folded them.

The strong thigh muscles bulged.

“Then it’s easy.”

It hurts, but it doesn’t mean you’ll die.

“yap.”

With a little spirit, I ran across the blade.

puck! His feet were cut and torn, and the feeling of the blade touching his bone was terrible.

My legs were itchy because it was played in real time.

I blocked out all my senses and ran quickly out of range of the blade.

“and.”

I placed my knees on the floor and looked back, waiting for the pain to ease.

The tutor blinked and asked.

“……What are you?”

If an immortal’s body is not trained, it is weak even by the standards of an ordinary person.

But not me.

That must be the reason for the absurdity on the tutor’s face right now.

“It’s Yoo Gwang-ik.”

I’m not asking for your name, but there’s nothing else to say.

But here I am, in fact, my mother is a shapeshifter and my father is an immortal.

I don’t think the two of you are in a forbidden love, no, it’s not even forbidden.

Anyway, it is a miracle created by the love between two people. You can’t say that, right?

Wounds heal.

The flesh on the soles of your feet regenerates and spits out the dirt dug in between them.

When I got up from my seat, the dumbfounded teacher said.

“Once more.”

“What?”

“Run one more time.”

“You just passed.”

It’s not like you can increase your pain tolerance through shock, so why run again?

No, are you asking me to show you that because you find it fascinating?

Not this.

As I was about to ask a question, the teacher took out his smartphone and opened his mouth.

“I didn’t measure the time.”

Ah Mr. That’s right. I didn’t measure it.

The passing conditions were easy, so I just ran with it.

“Oh, yes, one more time.”

Am I actually not feeling well?

While thinking about random things, I had to do the knife-edge canter one more time.

Of course, it passes easily.

“The second exercise is holding your breath.”

I thought it was somewhat normal training.

I was thinking about doing some diving training.

“Isn’t this a gallows?”

As I headed towards the forest behind at a knife-edge canter, I saw a strong branch that was good for hanging.

Of course, there was a noose-shaped rope hanging on that branch that would fit your head.

“It’s a teaching material for breath holding training.”

said the teacher.

Is this bastard crazy, or is the immortal body training crazy?

The latter is probably correct.

So let’s not blame this guy.

“What are the conditions for passing?”

“The best time so far was 8 minutes and 48 seconds.”

Immortals do not die from a brief lack of oxygen.

Therefore, this training is not suicide training.

Still, to me it looked like suicide training.

No, I feel like I’m learning how to kill myself well, including the knife canter I mentioned earlier.

“The rope is strong and won’t break, so don’t worry.”

The tutor’s eyes shone with strange anticipation.

There is no way to avoid this.

The key to training was to withstand the strangling pressure with your neck muscles.

“Now, you can train your neck muscles with this and then hang your neck here.”

The tutor kindly explains how to commit suicide.

You train your sternocleidomastoid muscle by lifting a heavy metal ball with a rope tied around your neck and then putting it down.

“If you faint from strangulation, that’s the end. It’s training to endure that.”

This is so ignorant. This is an honest impression.

okay. An immortal cannot be subdued by cutting off an arm or a leg.

Then you have to think of a way to subdue it.

Stun by causing shock and stunning by compressing the airway.

“The special species war served as an opportunity for humans to learn how to deal with us, but isn’t it natural that the opposite effect would also occur?”

The tutor explained the purpose that way.

So this is training to prepare for fainting.

Yeah, I understand everything.

I didn’t want to get it dirty.

“Let’s go right away.”

The teacher’s eyes sparkled as he prepared for oblique muscle strengthening training.

“Yes, it would be a good idea to faint once before starting.”

Having good motor skills and strengthening muscles are two different things.

You can’t help this either.

said the teacher’s eyes.

I didn’t want to crush the teacher’s expectations, but I didn’t want to waste time.

“What are the conditions for passing?”

“No. You’ll pass out while holding on, so you’ll have to hold on for at least 5 minutes.”

5 minutes.

My unofficial best diving time is 19 minutes and 20 seconds.

The lung capacity of the shapeshifters was beyond the imagination of immortals.

“Let’s begin.”

I climbed up on the chair and hung the noose around my neck.

Even though I knew it was training, I felt dirty.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like suicide.

“Are you ready?”

When I nodded to the teacher’s question, he kicked the chair under my feet.

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