It’s still dawn and the sun hasn’t risen yet.
The late-running pubs were still open, and it was time for the farmers to slowly get up and head to their farms.
Phew, phew!
Thud, boom.
But the dull thud of the waves echoed through the streets, along with the rough breathing that was out of sync with the times, and some might have even had the illusion that it was a horse galloping.
The momentum heard from someone running at that speed was unusual.
But.
“Sir, are you running today?”
“You are so sincere.”
“Cheer up!”
Farmers, who routinely wake up early in the morning, cheered on the intensity of a man who blew away the lingering fatigue.
No matter how diligent one is, if the same day is repeated every day, it will often become mentally exhausting. The sight of a man who relieves such mental exhaustion and boredom was a great source of joy and stimulation for the farmers.
especially.
“Oh my, you are so manly.”
“Are you going to tell me with your eyes closed?”
“I wish my husband was like that, haha.”
“… Is that a human or a beast?”
The women were pretending to cover their eyes, but they were still able to see everything, and were glancing at the half-naked man, gaining vitality in life.
On the other hand, men sometimes look at men’s bodies with envy and get a lot of stimulation, so I thought that in some ways, it might be a good thing for both sides.
“Whew, whoosh…!”
The man only greeted the peasants who greeted him with his eyes, but did not treat them with any affection.
It’s not that the men aren’t kind, but they’re so serious about exercising that they don’t have time to respond to them.
The peasants also knew this and did not pay much attention to it.
“Please have some of this later!”
Whoosh! An apple thrown.
The man caught it lightly without looking back, and waved his hand.
It was a token of gratitude.
The farmer who threw the apple had a proud expression on his face.
“Wow, people are funny.”
“It’s rare to see a knight like Nari living outside the castle.”
“That too, hehe.”
There is no one who does not want to watch and cheer on a man who runs every day for three years without fail, rain or shine.
I don’t know what the goal is, but….
“It’s clear that he will become great.”
The peasant firmly believed.
“-I really am. I will definitely resign this year!”
Crunchy!
The man, or rather, Lee Han, took a big bite of an apple and encouraged himself again today.
The goal is retirement.
He was eager to retire.
* * *
Lee Han ran today too.
It’s not just running.
The goal was to complete 20km, and to do it in under an hour.
That doesn’t mean I just ran as fast as I could.
The standard was to run for an hour steadily and at a steady pace, and he had sandbags attached to his wrists and ankles.
Exactly 10kg each.
It increases the burden on the body, and sometimes you even run while wearing armor.
Kwah, kwah.
Perhaps because of this, the ground shook loudly every time he moved his body, and the burden doubled, but instead of worrying about the burden of the weight, he moved his body again.
The running is over, there’s still a lot left to do.
“Whew.”
A horizontal bar located on one side of an empty lot.
Lee Han holds on to the horizontal bar.
“Ugh!”
Pull ups.
Also known as chin-ups. Repeat going up and down without stopping while maintaining good posture.
Biceps brachii, latissimus dorsi, erector spinae.
In addition, countless muscles were stimulated and twitched, and concentration was heightened so that the movements of the muscles could be felt in minute units.
It is the body that I use, and the muscles within my body.
You have to think about how your muscles are used, when they receive stronger stimulation, and how to utilize them. You can’t just focus on increasing your strength.
‘Even if I can’t move in comma units like that monster, I just need to make my body strong enough to withstand that guy’s blows!’
As long as you have a goal, you should never stop thinking about it.
At one point, I climbed up again with a 20kg sandbag between my legs and a 30kg weight on my back, and I felt an even greater stimulation and the muscle tremors were dramatic.
Kkuddeuk.
It was a horizontal bar that should not have made you scream, but even the horizontal bar started to sway in the face of the high-intensity pull-ups that continued nonstop for an hour.
… isn’t it? Are you trying to bend it by applying too much force?
“… You have to give it the right amount of strength, okay?”
Even I thought that maybe I had been a bit too reckless in applying force. Lee Han slowly released his force and came down to the ground.
After finishing the 90-minute pull-up workout, his body seemed to be heating up, with sweat rising like steam.
Sweat formed puddles, and every muscle in his body was trembling as he was squeezed to the limit.
Run without stopping, tighten your body without stopping.
This series of processes has become a huge burden.
Even if you are a knight, extreme exercise may put a lot of strain on your body.
“Ugh!”
Such a person seemed to have no intention of resting his body, except to do a few stretching exercises to loosen it up.
Wouldn’t it be like carrying a log lying in the yard on your shoulders like a barbell?
Even though carrying a 100kg log on his shoulders was a huge burden, Lee Han went one step further and lowered his posture.
Squats.
There’s no better exercise for building lower body strength, but there’s no exercise that’s as grueling.
Maintain a sitting position and then raise your body again.
At one point, a burning pain surged through my thighs, but it didn’t stop.
Just like when he did pull-ups, Lee Han did strength training like he did aerobic exercise, and he did aerobic exercise like he did strength training.
It was a truly ignorant, reckless way of doing things that, if seen by an expert, would seem to be intended to destroy the body.
Kuung!
After 70 minutes of brutal squat torture, Lee Han carefully put the log down.
I wanted to just throw it away, but if it broke, I would have to go out and find something similar, so I needed to regain my senses rather than seek immediate relief.
“Cough!”
I coughed for a moment and it tasted like iron.
I got injured.
It was crazy training to the point of being unreasonable, so it would be more absurd not to get hurt.
No noble knight family would train their men in such an ignorant manner.
Instead, always have a professional healer or priest on standby, or train them to heal wounds and restore physical strength using the family’s secret medicine.
In fact, the exercise that Lee Han does cannot be anything other than self-torture that is wanton training.
Self-harming activities that cause harm to the body.
Ignorant? Just crazy.
However, this did not mean that Lee Han was truly crazy or thoughtless and carried out this much training.
On the contrary.
“One thing about resilience is that it’s really troll-like.”
It’s because I have a corner of faith that I did something crazy.
Lee Han suddenly started eating the food that was in his backpack.
The act of shoving food in without any intention of seeking out a priest.
Well, well.
He worked really hard on his writing.
Rather than eating food as if swallowing it, eat it as if breaking it down into small pieces and absorbing all the nutrients in the food.
The food he consumed was like this.
1kg of chicken (of course, peeled and boiled in water). Broccoli and nuts. Boiled and steamed potatoes and cabbage, etc.
The healthiest of healthy foods.
Of course it has no taste.
Because I only put in the bare minimum of salt and seasoning, I just ate it to be healthy, not to taste it.
However, instead of seasoning, the food was sprinkled with some kind of precious healing potion, making Lee Han’s body feel better.
Knock, knock.
Recovered.
At some point, the muscle tremors disappeared, and the pale face became bloodshot.
Although it wasn’t visible on the outside, my numb knees and internal injuries that felt like they would burst were instantly healed.
Its resilience is reminiscent of that of some terrifying monster.
A monster also called the forest’s terrifying cannibal.
troll.
I’m talking about the resilience of such a monster.
And it was correct.
Because one of the monster factors that was acquired through countless experiments after being captured by a magician in the past was none other than a troll.
Of course, it wasn’t a troll that could regenerate or reattach even if its neck or arm was cut off.
At best, his abilities were limited to rapid healing and recovery through nutrient intake and a strong mandible.
Well, if someone like Helchang were here, they would be envious of his abilities, if not jealous of them.
This means that when you consume nutrients, they are quickly absorbed into your body.
Nutrients are absorbed directly and become blood and flesh.
It was clearly the best ability for building the body, as it could recover immediately from external and internal injuries.
“Hoooooo…!”
Lee Han got up from his seat after confirming that all his physical strength and pain had been restored and healed.
There are still three hours left until I have to go to work.
In the meantime.
Slurp.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
He swung his sword.
The basic swordsmanship of the kingdom.
It was a basic swordsmanship technique that involved cutting through eight directions in sequence, and it would be a technique that even a child could learn.
This was a sword technique that Lee Han could now perform with his eyes closed, and he could have performed it freely just by imagining it. Lee Han did not blink at all and did not miss the direction in which the sword was moving or the tip of the sword at all.
How do I wield my sword, how do I use my body to wield my sword, how do I achieve greater strength, destructive power, agility, etc.
He was practicing swordsmanship one after another with countless worries, and was looking for ways to develop further.
And then at some point.
His sword, a simple longsword, became so fast and sharp that it could cut through the wind.
Later, it became so fast that even the sound of the wind cutting through could not be heard, and only the silver line reflecting off the blade barely allowed one to perceive that the sword was moving.
Peek, peek!
Every time he swung his sword, a cloud of dust rose up and a sword mark was carved into the ground.
And lastly.
Kwaaaaang!
When I swung my sword with all my might, striking the ground hard, the dirt floor exploded into a small, puddle-shaped crater.
Thud thud thud.
The shockwave sent him flying into the sky, and the falling debris of dirt and rocks skimmed over him, defiling him.
But still.
“…Can’t you swing it any stronger than this?”
He just frowned, still not satisfied.
The road to retirement was long and arduous.
