The Eye of Insight in a Certain Pirate World

In the blink of an eye, Mori has been practicing all morning and has basically mastered the basic sword moves taught by Kahn. The rest is just a matter of time and effort. .1kanshu As for more advanced swordsmanship, Kahn obviously doesn’t know it either, and will only plan for it in the future.

"Okay, that's it for today's training. Let's go eat." Not far away, the instructor glanced at the time and said loudly to everyone.

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After a morning of high-intensity training, Mori felt a little overwhelmed. When he heard the coach's voice, his whole body relaxed like a tight string. Not far away, Sal sat down on the ground, his eyes dimmed and he was sweating profusely.

"Let's rest too." Kahn said to Mori. He was also a little tired. Although his main task was to teach Mori, Kahn had been practicing these sword skills repeatedly in his free time.

"Thank you, Brother Kahn." Mori showed respect for the boy who was slightly older than him, but he had nothing to thank him for, he could only say thank you verbally.

"It's nothing, I can only teach you this."

Kahn waved his hand and said you're welcome.

This may be the revolutionary army, a group of like-minded people gathered together without too many interests entangled. Morrie thought.

"Anyway, Brother Kahn has taught me enough, let's go to dinner together." Mori picked up the wooden sword with his left hand, held Kahn's shoulder with his right hand, and dragged him to the base cafeteria without any explanation.

Passing by Sal, he kicked his thigh and said angrily: "Get up, it's time to eat!"

The three of them had been tired all morning and were so hungry that they couldn't even praise their food.

After eating, several people took a rest. They have no training in the afternoon and can move around freely. Of course, those who want to train can do so at any time.

Sal went back to the house. He was forcefully pulled up by Mori today and he hadn't slept enough yet.

Kahn and Mori were left to practice in the afternoon, both wanting to become stronger.

When we came to the open space where we trained in the morning, some people were already practicing there. No matter where they were, there was no shortage of people who worked hard and wanted to get to the next level.

"Hey, Kahn, you're here too." Seeing Kahn coming, someone said hello to Kahn. They were obviously close friends.

"Oyle." Kahn also said hello to him. Moore followed closely and said in a familiar manner: "Haha, hello everyone, my name is Mori."

I had met several of them in the morning, but had not spoken to any of them.

Seeing that no one responded to him, Mori was not angry. At this time, everyone was not familiar with each other, so it would be fine if they were in peace.

Morrie came to the side, picked up the wooden sword, and practiced the swordsmanship taught by Kahn in the morning. Firstly, it is to make oneself perfect, and secondly, this swordsmanship can exercise most of the muscles in his body, especially in his hands, which is better than a single one. Running is much more effective.

After gesticulating for a while, Mori felt bored and wandered around the field, ready to test his true knowledge with practice.

Aiming at a boy who was practicing alone, Mori stepped forward to get close to him.

"Hey, brother, what's your name? You're so proficient in basic swordsmanship." Mori flattered him calmly.

"My name is Les."

"I'm Mori. I think you're so strong. Let's compete with each other."

Les looked Morrie up and down and nodded.

The two practiced with swords, and after a few rounds, Mori was obviously much better than in the morning, and began to use sword moves skillfully. The two of them were going back and forth, and it was obvious that the strength of both of them was half a pound to half a pound. Rice was far less powerful than Kahn, and Mori said he could compete.

The two rookies pecked each other, and the sword wind gradually changed from gentle to fierce. The wooden swords collided with each other and made a "bang" sound.

After practicing for a while, Mori finally lost his strength and gradually fell into a disadvantage. His strength weakened and he could not even hold the wooden sword in his hand steadily. His feet were weak and he was about to fall forward.

Suddenly, Morrie felt an unbearable headache and stars in his eyes. Could it be hypoglycemia? Mori thought to himself. He squatted down quickly, covered his head with his hands, and couldn't help but scream.

"Hey, Morrie, are you okay?" Seeing Morrie like this, Les stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders, asking with concern.

Mori felt groggy, without any strength in his whole body, and there was a burning sensation in his eyes.

Rubbing his eyes hard with his hands, the burning sensation did not weaken at all, but became more and more serious. Mori couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and the perspective in front of him became weird.

Colorful air currents floated before our eyes, like ribbons, distinct, sometimes fused together, sometimes separated again.

Damn it, my eyes are not going to go blind. Thinking about this, Mori completely lost consciousness and could only vaguely hear the worried voices of Les and others around him.

In his consciousness, Mori seemed to have entered a sea of ​​light, with colorful lights floating around him, the most numerous of which were green. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and grabbed a ball of light in front of him. The light escaped from the palm of his hand, and he only felt a sense of intimacy.

These are, energy?

Mori was floating in the air. This was a void-like place with no land, no sky, and no ocean.

Morrie has been drifting in the light without any purpose, and his consciousness is gradually fading away.

Suddenly the void began to vibrate, and the surrounding light became more dazzling, splashing around like boiling water, and some even touched Mori's body and passed through his body.

Mori felt that his eyes were burning again, and the surrounding lights seemed to be attracted by magnets, rushing to get into his eyes.

"Ah~"

Mori was in unbearable pain and couldn't help but cover his eyes and curl up into a ball.

I don’t know how long it took, but gradually, the pain faded away, and a faint whisper came from my ears.

Mori opened his eyes and woke up from a coma. There were many people gathered around him. The sunlight shining over his head made Mori a little uncomfortable. He now felt that he was allergic to light.

"Morrie, you finally woke up, how do you feel?" Les asked eagerly next to him.

"What happened to you just now?"

"It's not heatstroke, is it?"

"Are you OK."

People around him started speaking one after another.

Mori was exhausted at this time. He stood up with difficulty and looked around. His eyes were fine and there was no problem. It was still noon, and he should have only been unconscious for a while.

The strange scene that just happened to him was obviously not suitable to be told.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm just exhausted. I'm going to take a rest first." Mori waved his hand feebly and shut up about what just happened.

Picking up the wooden sword on the ground, Mori staggered towards the big tree next to him.