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Chapter 10 - The correct way to use the 'recovery' magic!

Time is like sand slipping through your fingers; if you're not careful, it will quietly pass by.

Completely immersed in basic swordsmanship training, Keare had no specific goals, relying on sheer will to persevere...

Until he drained the last of his body's strength, his muscles so sore he could no longer lift his sword.

"Training…"

"Don't get me wrong, it actually feels pretty good!"

He collapsed onto the ground.

He looked towards the street outside the abandoned church, where the scorching sun was pouring down, indicating it was already close to noon.

Overexertion of physical strength left him with intense hunger as an after-effect, but Keare knew that in his current physical condition, even going out to eat was a luxury.

Muscle soreness could only recover slowly with time.

Just then—

A bold idea suddenly sprouted in Keare's mind,

"So, if I use 'Recovery' magic to restore my muscle soreness and physical stamina to their initial state, would that count as a perpetual motion machine to some extent?"

As a man of action,

He decisively tried it, laboriously lifting his right hand to his intensely sore shoulder and directly performing 'Recovery'.

As a soft light emerged, the root causes of muscle strain and the scenes of foundational training that overdrawn his potential kept appearing before Keare's eyes.

He was completely immersed in it, feeling every sensation.

It was as if he was reviewing it again with his mental consciousness, comprehensively deepening his impression of the details.

"Hiss…"

"Does this ability count as Imitation?"

Through this 'Recovery' treatment, Keare could fully confirm that the magic he possessed only consumed a relatively large amount of magical energy.

It removed the side effect of empathizing with the target's injuries and pain.

However, it still retained the experience of the treated person's injury process; as long as he concentrated, he could absorb combat experience from the process!

Keare ignored the dizziness caused by the low mana side effect, his heart filled with excitement.

His tribute to Marine King Koby was more of a jest; he knew humans could never achieve such a level.

But the existence of 'Recovery' magic could double his training time!

He would intensely train his body beyond its limits, and once he reached his limit, he would use Recovery treatment to re-experience the process of his strenuous training.

"So…"

"If I put in effort, I'll get double the reward?"

After the low mana after-effect disappeared, Keare felt his body lighter than ever before; he stood up from the ground and simply moved his limbs.

After confirming the treatment was complete, he was about to continue his efforts.

An intense hunger was about to devour him; 'Recovery' magic could only heal, and to recover stamina, he had to eat.

"That's enough for the morning."

"This double training should allow me to advance the Dungeon exploration progress!"

He quickly washed away the sticky feeling of sweat on his skin.

The refreshed Keare's next goal was quite clear: head to Orario's southwest Adventurer street, where there were many street vendors.

Crucially, the food sold there was especially cheap.

After all, Hestia only left him 300 valis, which was barely enough for a main dish at a restaurant.

Could it fill his stomach?

Considering the high-intensity training he still had to do, taste was not a priority.

It had to be substantial and filling.

"Fried potato balls…"

"This stuff is indeed the best choice for the poor."

Standing in front of a fried potato ball stall on North Street, Keare looked at the price tag of 40 valis per fried potato ball and realized he didn't seem to have any other choice.

He waved lightly and called out to the busy vendor, "Can I have 7 fried potato balls, please? Thank you."

"Just a moment."

"That'll be 280 valis in total."

Mastering the correct use of 'Recovery' magic was like taking his own shortcut; the things he needed to consider next were relatively simple.

Repeatedly hone and improve himself.

Then use 'Recovery' magic to re-memorize the path taken during training.

Thinking of this, Keare felt incredibly motivated; after a short rest to replenish his stamina, he immediately resumed his basic swordsmanship training.

When his body reached its limit, he would consume magical energy to reset his state.

This cycle repeated.

The training effect was quite remarkable.

Thousands of repetitions of movements had already formed simple muscle memory, not to mention the deep impression left on the mental level during 'Recovery' treatment.

Once again, initialize the state.

"That's probably enough for now."

Keare looked at the golden sunset spilling over Orario's streets, feeling that time was exceptionally fulfilling.

Although the cultivation process was dull and boring, the improvements he gained were quite significant; at least he could skillfully master various uses of basic swordsmanship.

"Training at this intensity… my ability scores must have improved!"

"But I'll have to wait for Hestia to come back to update them. As for evening plans, should I just go find Takemikazuchi for actual combat?"

True actual combat.

It wasn't like testing his limits last night; whether it went smoothly or if his body got injured, it seemed beneficial to him now.

Normal training improves combat ability.

If he got injured in a fight, he could use 'Recovery' magic to re-experience it, find deficiencies, and identify weaknesses in actual combat.

Thinking of this,

Keare seemed to see a brand new path, as the stereotype of a "Healer" was too deeply ingrained, merely a brave hero who was better at wielding a staff.

Most of the derived abilities couldn't be used in DanMachi.

But if he truly found the right way to use it, would the improvements it brought him necessarily be worse than a so-called cheat system?

"I must take advantage of this!"

"It would be best to control the actual combat skills training time to three days."

And at this moment,

From another direction on South Street, a young girl wearing the uniform of a "Hephaestus Familia" clerk walked briskly towards the Familia's residence.

The distance kept closing.

When she clearly saw the young man waiting for her, the fatigue from work gradually dissipated:

"Keare!"

"I'm back! For dinner… I got two bento boxes from the restaurant. Eating fried potato balls every day isn't nutritious, and you're still growing."

Hestia held up the two bento boxes in her hand.

Training basic swordsmanship at home, with nothing else to worry about, and being taken care of by a beautiful young girl loli for meals.

This kind of life…

Before transmigration, Keare truly wouldn't have dared to dream of such a thing, but this reality, which was like something out of a sci-fi channel, was directly before him.

"Thank you, Lady Hestia. After dinner, could you please help me update my ability scores?"

"Of course, no problem."

Hestia said without hesitation; helping Familia members update their ability scores was a deity's duty.

As for the reason for updating his ability scores, it was probably to inspect the results more directly after today's strenuous training.

Only then,

Keare's next words almost froze the smile on her face:

"These next few days, I might need to trouble Lord Takemikazuchi to help me train. Once things are about right, I'll head to the Dungeon to begin my exploration."

"??"

"That fast!"

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