《Start With Contracting Sprites》Chapter 9: Basic Training
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Ultimately, Su Hao was not so sadistic.
The main reason was that Silkworm Baby couldn't keep up with the speed of his bicycle at this point in time.
"Huff puff."
Despite half-running and half-walking, Su Hao was almost out of breath when he arrived at Lake East Hill.
Silkworm Baby turned onto its back, its eight short legs facing the sky.
It ran all the way and was only as fast as Su Hao's trotting. There was no chance for it to catch its breath along the way.
"Gurgle!"
Su Hao took a look at Silkworm Baby's data, and the status showed: Extremely Tired.
"Huff, very well, we can start the next training."
"Gurgle?"
Silkworm Baby turned its body around using its short legs and looked away from him.
Su Hao stretched out his hand to turn Silkworm Baby back. Silkworm Baby, which was in the 'very tired' state, put up no resistance.
"You have to believe that the training plan I made is absolutely reasonable…"
The so-called 'absolutely reasonable' was that as long as one was still alive, one must practice till the point of death.
Su Hao thought for a while and said earnestly, "Think from another angle. If you can't complete the training task, the training session will have to be extended. If you are diligent in completing the training task and meeting the requirements, you can have more time for other things."
Well, more time for the next training.
Su Hao added on in his heart.
"Gurgle…"
Silkworm Baby reluctantly agreed with his view. It turned around and began to exert its spiritual force.
It puffed up its mouth and spewed green little light particles toward the front. Each light particle was about the size of a rice grain. They scattered after being spewed, dissipating in the air within half a meter.
The degree of condensation was not up to standard, and so was its power.
The spiritual force that was being exerted was also insufficient.
"Use more strength. Gather the spiritual force in your mouth and spit it out in a straight line, just like me…"
Su Hao imitated the method of gathering spiritual force by gathering a little saliva in his mouth before spitting out forcefully.
Pooh!
Swish!
The saliva made an unsightly arc and landed less than one meter away from him.
Silkworm Baby moved aside, its eyes filled with disgust.
However, it felt that it was better to give Su Hao a little bit of face. Although he was a little silly, he was after all its Sprite Trainer.
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It puffed up its mouth and charged its strength for two to three seconds before violently spraying out its spiritual force. It was still fan-shaped, but its arc had been greatly reduced. The distance also increased from 40cm to 60cm.
Some fallen leaves were swept away by the spiritual force's light particles and were flying in the air.
"It's roughly as strong as a gust of wind…"
Su Hao stretched out his hand and blocked the green light particles that were being spewed out. He then slowly leaned forward. It felt like raindrops falling on his skin.
Its killing power is close to zero.
After clicking on Silkworm Baby's data, its spiritual force that was originally 6 was now reduced to 2.3. The two breaths consumed 3.7 units of spiritual force.
The spiritual force column had become: Greatly Depleted.
"In addition, each breath should last about three seconds. However, I lack a precise timer.
"One of the training plans' conditions is to expend Silkworm Baby's spiritual force while it is exhausted, and the spiritual force must be reduced to at least 0.2 to achieve the best training effect."
He soothed and coaxed Silkworm Baby, which finally continued spitting out its spiritual force. This was the simplest way to expend spiritual force and was second nature to sprites.
However, it must be an uncomfortable feeling when both physical strength and spiritual force were exhausted.
It was similar to how he had run here from home this morning. He was so tired that he felt like dying.
Fortunately, Silkworm Baby was training hard, just like him.
…
The third breath of spiritual force produced a distance of only slightly more than 50cm. Su Hao did not have a measuring tape with him. The duration maintained was also shorter.
The remaining spiritual force was 1.1.
Silkworm Baby had a pitiful look.
For the fourth time, Silkworm Baby slowly allowed its spiritual force to recover by 0.2 before spitting. Only 0.8 was consumed, leaving 0.5.
Silkworm Baby wanted to cry.
The fifth time…
With only 0.1 spiritual force left, Silkworm Baby laid on the ground with a completely defeated expression.
"…"
Thanks to his ability to see Silkworm Baby's specific attribute values, he formulated such a detailed and comprehensive training plan. Otherwise, by the third or the fourth time, he might have given in to Silkworm Baby's cuteness.
He checked and realized it was not yet time to eat. But in order to reward Silkworm Baby, Su Hao took out the Fat Deity Milk box, which was originally intended to be used as bait, and inserted in a straw…
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Silkworm Baby immediately jumped up.
Su Hao turned and looked at it. He always felt that it was just pretending, but he was unable to prove it.
Silkworm Baby then laid on the ground again, staring at him with big curious eyes.
"Well, I intended to give you this anyway."
It moved to the front of Fat Deity milk and took a few mouthfuls. It then raised its head, hesitated for a while, and pushed the milk carton in front of Su Hao.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Su Hao was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. He touched Silkworm Baby's head. "This is for you. You have to grow chubby. Bah, you have to become stronger quickly. Stop pushing and drink up. I have some for myself as well."
He took out a bottle of vitamin drink from his backpack and took a big sip. He was also tired and thirsty. If not for wanting to set a good example to Silkworm Baby, Su Hao would want to stretch out and lie down.
After Silkworm Baby's physical strength and spiritual force were exhausted, it was time for recovery. During this period, it was necessary to avoid using spiritual force. However, Su Hao did not allow Silkworm Baby to idle. He took out his mobile phone and played some videos that he had downloaded yesterday. These were fighting footage of Silkworm Babies.
The Silkworm Babies in the videos were much larger than Su Hao's. They were probably closer to the mature stage. After a period of training and cultivating, they possessed a certain level of fighting ability.
One particular Silkworm Baby ran quickly with its eight short legs and shuttled through the battlefield that had a mountain environment. It fought with another sprite, finally seizing the opportunity to slam and defeat it.
Silkworm Baby was full of excitement, 'gurgling' as its enthusiasm for training surged. After all, the videos selected by Su Hao all had Silkworm Babies winning.
This little guy also wanted to be like its compatriots, being in the limelight.
After Silkworm Baby had recovered, its physical strength and spiritual force did increase. According to the training plan's instructions, this extreme training method could be used up to three times a day. Anything more would have a detrimental effect.
"Okay, let's do speed and reflex training next."
Su Hao took out two props bought from a street shop this morning—frisbees meant for dogs and small bouncy balls. He wanted to use a more innovative training method, but he did not have the money.
"After I throw the frisbee out, you need to bring it back within the shortest time possible, understand?"
"Gurgle!" Silkworm Baby was feeling full of confidence as it dug its short legs into the ground.
Su Hao picked up a frisbee, gave it a few slaps, and flung it forcefully.
Whoosh!
Silkworm Baby rushed forward. With its eyes fixated on the flying frisbee, it leaped into the air with all its might. Its upward momentum stopped short within a palm's length from the frisbee as it began to fall.
Splat!
It used too much energy and failed to maintain its balance, tumbling on the ground.
"Gurgle…" Silkworm Baby was in pain and had tears in its eyes.
Su Hao comforted it. "Don't be afraid. If you really get hurt in the future, you will find that the current pain is not even worth mentioning… Well, I mean you won't get hurt easily after you become stronger."
Silkworm Baby looked at him suspiciously. It always felt that this Sprite Trainer did not bear good intentions.
Su Hao pinched its short legs and gestured. "When exerting force, it should be like this… When jumping, the body should maintain balance…
"Furthermore, you have to try to use your spiritual force when you jump. Gather your spiritual force at the soles of your feet, and unleash your spiritual force right before you jump… What? You are asking how to gather your spiritual force at the soles of your feet? Of course… Um… You have to discover this yourself."
Although Su Hao did not have spiritual force, the training plan contained detailed information on how to exert and apply spiritual force.
He did not reveal much as he wanted Silkworm Baby to figure out on its own. It would only learn when it got hurt.
Moreover, Silkworm Baby's specialty was Miraculous Cure, which had a mild healing effect. Wouldn't it be a waste if it did not get injured?
Having explored the potential of sprites from many angles, Su Hao felt that he was already an outstanding Sprite Trainer.
He was definitely not sadistic!
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