Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 318 - 116: The Scented Bullet

"I want to learn the third form of the Star Nine Forms, Rapid Fire," Thira said.

"Okay," Aske said, "how much do you know about the Star Nine Forms?"

"Zero," Thira honestly replied.

When they were in Constantinople, Aske had trained the team in the Star Nine Forms, but regrettably, no one had mastered it—everyone found the math too difficult.

At that time, Empress Theodora had not yet joined.

"Are you familiar with math?" Aske asked, "Do you know polar equations and calculus?"

"Slightly," Thira asked surprisingly, "Do you need to know math to learn the Star Nine Forms?"

"Otherwise why would it be called Geometric Swordsmanship?" Aske smiled and said, "Still want to learn?"

"Yes," Thira said.

"Most of the trajectories of ranged weapons can be seen as straight lines," Aske drew his longsword, "Imagine someone is shooting at you from the front, then its trajectory in the air would be a straight line."

"You can avoid this line, but it means your movement is restricted by the line. If more lines keep adding, two, three... until all the lines densely converge, forming a cage without flaws, you will be firmly locked in the cage."

"So what you have to do is cut through these lines."

"Cut them down?" Thira asked.

"Not cut down, but cut through," Aske said, "Remember they are not ordinary lines, they are actually made up of numerous moving points. What you need to do is, in the shortest time and via the shortest path, use your sword to strike all the moving points, and the calculation involves reducing dimensions, you’ll need to use derivatives and calculus skills..."

He listed dozens of basic formulas for Thira to memorize: "These formulas are the foundation of your calculations, but during combat, you need mental arithmetic and quick calculations, so nearly a thousand auxiliary formulas will help you with that."

"Nearly a thousand? That’s a lot!" Thira was immediately taken aback.

"You don’t need to memorize all the formulas," Aske said, "but the more you remember, the faster and more accurate your calculations will be."

On the other hand, the training to adapt the girls to firearms warfare had already been entrusted to Miel by Aske.

"The nearby trenches, the Squad Leader has already ordered Alfred to clear of unrelated people, and in the next few days, they will serve as our war adaptation training ground," Miel said, "to train everyone on how to dodge shootings."

"May I ask a question?" Medea suddenly felt a subtle malice, "What is the specific training plan?"

"Very simple," Miel said, "your goal is to enter the trench from that position and then come out from this end. During the process, besides attacking me, you can use any extraordinary ability."

"I won’t enter the trench, but I will patrol nearby. If you expose yourselves to my sight, I’ll shoot at you. The ammunition is a special type of rubber explosion-proof bullet containing special dyes."

"Those hit by the ammunition will be considered dead, and must immediately leave the trench and return to the starting point to begin again," Miel explained.

Hmm, it sounds straightforward. So what was that malice just now?

Medea instinctively read minds again—it was almost becoming her instinctual action.

"Why did I think of using the juice of Norman pickled herring as a dye? The Squad Leader really is a strange person, glad he didn’t have me process the bullets. I’ve got to forget this quickly..."

Norman pickled herring? What’s that? Medea tried to continue reading minds, but found that Miel seemed to extremely resist the term, with no relevant associations in her surface consciousness.

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"Does this little princess really have a talent for studying the Star Nine Swords?"

Aske was astonished.

He raised his Aphrodite rifle and fired da-da, da-da at a slightly slower rate. Thira drew her sword and swung it rapidly, deflecting all the bullets.

The longsword she was using was Eleanor’s, mixed with Blood Pattern Steel, hard enough to handle the impact of regular bullets. However, Aske saw clearly that Thira’s sword angles were extremely clever, each strike aimed at the side of the bullets.

After blocking six or seven bullets, Thira began to pant, and her right arm became limp and sagged. The Star Nine Forms required a high level of focus and muscle control, and her body couldn’t sustain the sword technique for long. She was already exceeding her limit.

Yet, she did indeed use the Star Nine Forms.

Learning Extraordinary Swordsmanship, in metaphorical terms, was like chasing a girl.

For someone like Peggy, who directly received the Thought Seed, it was like an arranged marriage, relatively easy to succeed; for someone like Eleanor, who read from a book, it was like online dating, much more difficult.

However, whether it was an arranged marriage or online dating, ultimately whether one could succeed depended on compatibility. If the girl had no feelings for you, no matter how wealthy and charming you were, it was of no use.

Aske, having learned it in his previous life, was like chasing an ex-wife in this world, so he quickly mastered the Star Nine Forms upon retrieval. On the other hand, Thira, who had never learned any swordsmanship before, managed to grasp the Rapid Fire of the Star Nine Forms in one afternoon, showing a compatibility with this sword technique that was alarmingly high.

However, learning was one thing, and utilizing the power of the sword technique was another. It was like when a girl says she likes dating, but after marriage starts taking care of money and daily necessities meticulously.

To unleash 100% power of the Star Nine Forms, one had to have extremely strong physical qualities and the full Sequence of a "Weapon Master" Bloodline. Thira, being more of a Spiritual Transcendent, did not have the physical qualities or the corresponding Extraordinary Sequence; learning the Star Nine Forms was like Ling Huchong without solving his issue of Inner Strength.

In a pinch, using this sword technique for self-defense was fine, but to truly rely on it to build combat power like Aske, challenging various leaders, would absolutely not be possible without years of intense training.

Who told her to choose the bloodline of an Arcane Mage in the beginning?

Tsk, what a pity, this little princess could have been a genius Swordsman.

"Aske, how am I doing?" Thira asked nervously.

She was well aware that her physical stamina was falling short and worried that this was due to her insufficient mastery of the sword technique, which caused her stamina to deplete extra quickly.

"Um, so-so," Aske gave a moderate evaluation, fearing she might become arrogant.

Thira lowered her head, disappointed.

"You still need to practice hard," Aske winked at her. "Start by building up your physical fitness."

"Yes!" Light immediately returned to Thira’s eyes, "I’ll definitely work hard!"

When the two returned to the edge of the trench, they saw Miel leisurely carrying a rifle, walking back and forth at the edge of the trench.

"How’s the training going?" Aske greeted the half-elf girl. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Pretty good," Miel said. "Everyone’s tactical thinking regarding firearms has noticeably improved."

"Has anyone successfully passed this section of the trench?" asked Aske.

"Not yet," Miel replied. "Mainly because their sounds of vomiting are too obvious, always giving them away while they are sneaking."

"Vomiting?" Thira blinked strangely, feeling like she might have dodged an unknown ordeal.

"Yes, vomiting," Miel said seriously. "As a punitive incentive, Aske specifically chose a type of bullet with a scent."

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