Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Compared with the imperial palace where the painting style is full of conspiracies and intrigues, the style of painting on Mirin's side is much more serious.

After all, the scene of eating hot pot around the dining table makes people think that they are a family, and there is nothing that can make people think wrongly.

Although hot pot is convenient, fast and tastes good, it still feels perfunctory.

"The kitchen hasn't been cleaned yet, so it would be nice to have hot pot."

Chef Ella, who was questioned as to whether she was trying to fish out the water, cut the white radish in her hand into slices and threw it into the pot.

Unlike Milin who complained while eating, Attila, who was sitting on the other side of the table, looked like he was about to bite off his tongue due to the delicious food.

Ella, who knew from Milin that Attila had suffered so much away from home, picked up the food for Attila with a look of dismay on her face.

After a while, a large pile was piled high on the dinner plate in front of Attila.

"Where's Lapland?" Milin asked as he put his chopsticks directly into the plate in front of Attila.

"Let's finish the remaining barbecue with those Nords." Ella raised her hand and slapped the chopsticks away from Milin's hand.

"Well, you share the joys and sorrows with your subordinates, right? You did a good job." Although the chopsticks were slapped away, the slices of shabu-shabu that Milin was interested in still flew into Milin's bowl.

Seeing Milin like this, Attila thought for a moment and pushed the already piled dinner plate in front of Milin.

"What else does it mean to share joys and sorrows? It's just that it's roasted a lot, and it's not that it's inedible." Aila said angrily, who didn't stop after seeing this scene.

Milin, who unceremoniously shoveled half of the food on Attila's plate into his own bowl, said: "Remember to remind her not to eat too much, as she will need to exercise soon."

"Sports? What kind of sport?" Ella was stunned for a moment, and looked at Milin with a strange look in her eyes.

"Don't get it wrong, it's just fencing." Milin raised his finger and flicked Ella's forehead.

"Admiral, you didn't say that to make people think wrong. What the hell is fencing?" Ella complained.

"It's just a simple swordsmanship training, are you coming? It's just for digestion after meals." Milin explained in a serious tone.

"Me coming too? I'm not a military commander." Aila was stunned for a moment.

"It's not that civil servants can't have force value, and I think it's safer to have some force value in this world." Milin said.

"That seems to be the truth." Ella thought for a while and said.

Lapland showed little interest in what Milin called fencing, the so-called swordsmanship instruction course... even though Milin suppressed her and beat her in fencing more than once.

According to Lapland, if he was taught swordsmanship by the Swordsman Tower, he would be laughed at by other operators, especially Texas.

But Milin simply said: "Then don't cry when you are bullied by Attila in the future." He asked Lapland to stand in front of Milin with both swords in hand.

Of course you won't cry if you cry, and being bullied by Attila is absolutely intolerable.

Attila didn't say anything about the fact that Lapland occupied the space that was supposed to be for two people.

Because in addition to Lapland, Ella is also holding her original fire, which is more like a giant sword, and plans to fence with Milin.

And Attila was even more curious about why Milin suddenly wanted to give swordsmanship instruction courses, and with a new attitude.

"Because it's time." Milin said, waving the nano sword, or nano rod, in his hand.

"Although you have only received less than a month of systematic education, you are already at the point where you can receive advanced guidance."

"Is it time?" Attila immediately understood what Mi meant.

During the time when he first followed Milin, Attila received an education similar to understanding the nature of the Force.

After arriving at the Guardian Temple, Attila received a more systematic understanding of power.

After completing these trainings, as a temple guard, or a Jedi, it is time to leave the army. The remaining time is to complete the last step of training before the master.

Generally, it takes a Temple apprentice approximately ten years to complete these practices.

It took Attila two months to achieve it, and his talent can be said to be extremely exaggerated.

"According to the training rules, at this point, Attila, you should choose your own specialized swordsmanship." Milin took out a small notebook and said.

Lapland, who was standing next to Attila in a well-behaved manner, saw Milin's actions, and immediately came over and stood on tiptoe to look at the small notebook in Milin's hand.

"Empty?" Lapland didn't understand why Milin took out a small notebook with no words and read from the book, was he pretending?

"It's just that you can't see it." Milin glanced at Lapland and returned his gaze to the small notebook in his hand.

In Milin's sight, the blank notebook in his hand was not only filled with Sith characters that only Milin could recognize, but also projected action instructions that appeared on the notebook as the pages turned.

"Have you chosen swordsmanship? I want to use the swordsmanship that you are best at, master."

"What am I best at? Makashi?" Milin asked Attila.

"Yes." After some systematic education at the Guardian Temple, Attila also understood what Milin was best at, the kind of swordsmanship characterized by elegance and lethality.

"...You can learn any kind of swordsmanship, including the most dangerous Wapard. Of course, it may not be considered dangerous for you."

Milin said to Attila with a smile, and then his tone suddenly turned serious:

"But learning is learning. The swordsmanship you choose to specialize in must be the swordsmanship that suits you best."

"Seriously, you are not choosing the swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship is choosing you."

"Are you really sure you are suitable for Makashi swordsmanship?"

"..." Hearing Milin's question, Attila fell into silence.

"Swordsman Tower, what is the swordsmanship that suits you? Isn't it enough that you can cut people with swordsmanship?"

Lapland asked with some confusion.

"For you, it's enough that you can kill people with swordsmanship, but it's different for a Force user like Attila." Milin replied to Lapland.

"Why is it different?" Lapland said strangely.

"What is your swordsmanship?" Milin asked.

"My swordsmanship? My swordsmanship is all about slashing hard!" Lapland replied without any hesitation.

"Where is your other swordsmanship?" Milin, who was not angry at Lapland's embarrassing answer, smiled and asked.

"Another me? Her swordsmanship is more of a spell than a swordsmanship." Lapland thought for a while and replied.

"How about going deeper?" The smile on Milin's face became more and more intense.

Seeing Milin like this, Ella glanced at Lapland strangely.

"Go deeper? It seems... um... it seems that the swordsmanship used by the other person is essentially a kind of mathematics." When he first came into contact with the memory of the other person, Lapland, who was almost semi-literate, could not understand the other person at all. What are your own skills?

But as time went on, Lapland gradually understood what mathematics was.

"Well, as an operator of the Rubel Clan, Lapland, whether it is her swordsmanship or spells, is a mathematical problem for her. Every sword she swings has gone through the most rigorous calculations and is the most accurate. Optimized results.”

Milin, who was satisfied with Lapland's answer, nodded.

"Since it's optimization, why can't I beat you, the Swordsman Tower?" Lapland asked strangely.

She felt that even if another one of her came, she would not be a match for Milin.

"Optimization only means being able to maximize one's theoretical limits, but it does not mean being the strongest."

Milin explained to Lapland.

"So the swordsmanship you want to teach Swordsman Tower can surpass his own theoretical limit?" Lapland began to pay attention to the swordsmanship Milin wanted to teach.

Anyone who is a warrior is interested in abilities that can exceed the limits of their theoretical combat effectiveness.

"Well...because the Force is a very spiritual thing, the swordsmanship derived from it is also a very spiritual technique."

Although swordsmanship is, to put it bluntly, the derivative of limbs to maximize lethality, forcing a materialistic understanding of the Force, an idealistic ability, will only be counterproductive.

"Compared with what you should do, this kind of idealistic ability is more important than what suits you, or to put it more directly, what suits you is what you should choose."

After a brief explanation, Milin said to Attila:

"So are you really going to choose Makashi style as your swordsmanship? Do you have the arrogance that is best suited for this swordsmanship?"

When Milin and Lapland gave their answers just now, Attila, who seemed to have thought about how to answer, replied in a firm tone:

"As your disciple, master, I should be nobler than others!"

"Nobility is not arrogance..." Milin, who was not very satisfied with Attila's answer, shook his head and said: "The real arrogance is that one day you will think that I am not qualified to be your master."

"When that day comes, you will wield the sharp blade against me without any psychological pressure and implement the Sith's law of two."

"can you do it?"