《Ley World-The Game》Chapter 13
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Hey there! It's been quite a while since the last chapter. Sorry about that, I've been quite lazy + school...
If only I could stay home and sleep for the rest of eternity, basically a coma. Just put me in a coma.
Well, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
P.S: Read my other book : Searful!
P.S.S The above book, ^, is not over, though the last chapter seems like an end, + I'm going to start editing the chapters once i upload this, as they are quite, well bad.
Btw, I don't know if you are still reading this Mister aattss, aka the guy who reviewed, while I could care less about whether or not you change the rating, this is a very specific reason for why the characters are bland and everything seems so boring and cliche.
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Ok, so not only am I now the "Grand-Sage" of a fighting style, I also need to create 9 more techniques to fully unlock it, yet I already can teach it to people without it even being complete, or started for that fact.
Jayson sat there pondering on what to do with this new found knowledge. The most sensible thing to do was create more movements for the fighting technique, but he didn't know what to do.
Maybe more weird movements? It worked the first time...
"Well Relfem, now that you have created one technique, you need to create more. Once you do, you will have truly learned how to use those weapons. For now, I will go, I'll be back in 10 hours. I don't expect you to fully master anything. instead, come up with 9 techniques and practice them a bit. Once I come back I'll tell you how to improve and fix upon them." - Knell
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Why did he just leave like that? Isn't he supposed to be teaching me and helping me? Oh well. Time to come up with more things. But it'd kinda weird, so far everyone here feels so weird. it must just be my imagination.
Looking back at the dummy he began to think on some moves that he could create and test out.
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2 Hour later...
Well, I got one more idea, now to see how well it works. First off, grab my sword and charge forward and slash upwards diagonally from the left foot to the right shoulder.
He did this a couple times until finally he was able to do it without falling.
Now, after the slash, I will spin a full 360 counterclockwise and slash horizontally along the chest of the dummy.
He began doing only that movement, and after a good ten minutes of getting a good speed and feel with it he combined the two movements.
After a while longer he could do them nicely without messing up.
And now finally, after the spin, quickly flip backwards. Mid flip, throw the sword up in the air and pull out your guns. Aim for the head and shoot before putting the guns away and grabbing the sword thats still midair. Now here comes the hard part, doing all of that mid-flip+in about 2 seconds.
Yeah... I'll need Knell's help for this. I won't even try for now.
Sighing, he began to think of the other 8 techniques he had to make.
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