The Goddess Made A Mistake Again - Chapter 335: 335 - Pushing Air

Chapter 335: Chapter 335 – Pushing Air

In the Specialized Training Building

It has been close to 2 hours and the students of First Year Class A were still ongoing with their hard training. Their bodies were covered in sweat and they all heaved heavily as they continued on with their training.

Their body feeling broken and tattered yet still going on because of their own reputation… actually there was something else that helped them motivate.

Some of them looked at another part of the field and their roughed out face changed to anger and disbelief. As if tasting something quite bitter yet not being able to spit it out.

“Foosh!” “Foosh!”

“Foosh!” “Foosh!”

At the part of the field they were looking at, Henry stood there. He stood still at his place and the only thing that moved were his arms that were going back and forth in that order without stop.

He was punching the air.

“Foosh!” “Foosh!”

“Foosh!” “Foosh!”

Air seemed to force out and push back because of his continued gesture. With each punch, air pushed back and blew away small clouds of dust.

A few meters behind Henry stood Harold. His face hard as he continued looking at his new prodigy with zero surprise.

Don’t think that’d because what Henry was doing was easy, it certainly wasn’t… by normal standards.

Harold had instructed him to continue with that training pose and hit the air but only his arms could move, not his leg, chest or head. Other than his hand, all else needed to stay still.

By not being able to move one’s leg or other part, the human body can’t exert the maximum amount of strength, Henry was no exception to this.

Yet, Harold stood in awe when he first saw air push back with each of Henry’s strike. He looked at his structure and saw him in perfect stand but the amount of strength he was releasing caused the air to actually move back.

A Great Display of Strength.

Not only Harold but the students were shocked at that. They looked with awe and their mouths remained open for quite a while. They called him a monster, genius, impossible and many things but Henry didn’t respond to any of it.

He was in his zone and he remained like that, ignoring everything else.

Seeing him continuing to do his workout, Harold as well as the students eventually stopped looking at him and got back to their training.

“Foosh!” “Foosh!”

But whenever they would get distracted or discouraged at their stamina, the sound of air pushing out was heard by them and they became jealous and continued their training until they actually couldn’t anymore.

‘He really is a monster.’ Harold thought as he looked at Henry.

Even after continuing to punch for so long, there wasn’t exhaustion on his face. Harold was sure that if he came back even another hour later, he would find Henry at that same place, continuing to punch out.

‘I don’t know whether I should feel proud of him or scared?’ Harold thought as a smile erupted on his face, ‘What am I even thinking about? He’s my student.’

‘Of Course, I am proud.’

“You can stop now, Henry.” Harold said, stepping forward, “You’ve done enough for your first day.”

I stop punching before finally take a breather and reply, “I can still go on if you want.”

Harold smiled outside, ‘If you continue doing anymore, the others will probably lose all the drive they have. Even if you grow up the fastest, I still need to think about the others as a teacher.’

“It’s alright. Doing anymore won’t bring additional payback today.” Harold added, “Remember, even if it seems like you’re putting in extra work, if you don’t do it efficiently, it will just go to waste.”

Taking his advice to mind, I stop, “Damn, that was quite the training. My whole body feels very stiff all around.” I then sit down on the ground and wipe my sweat.

Harold felt relief coming to him. Glad that his new student had something to show that he was actually human.

“Why don’t you take some rest; I’ll check on the others.”

I nod to Harold and he went away to the students. Harold checked their bodies and gave precise instructions on what to do.

Even though he spent most of his time with me, he also checked on the others in the time being. He was still the teacher and this was his class, he couldn’t give me his full time just because I am his student.

‘I need to find us a separate time to train.’ I say before looking at my hands.

I didn’t feel any development in the hour or so long time I spent punching empty air. Apparently, Fierce Force Arts was the type of style that exploded one’s full power out.

The reason for the current training was to make sure I exposed all the energy in my body. But to do that, first I needed to forget about using all other parts of my body and just use my hands.

Which was why, Harold told me not to move anything other than my hands.

Even though it seemed this fighting was kind of bullshit, I had sufficient knowledge of it from the novel to know that was not true. If I am able to master Fierce Force Arts, then with the combination of my raw strength, I would get exponentially stronger in melee combat.

It won’t be just me punching with all my strength without technique, but using that technique to get the correct amount at the right place for maximum impact… at least that’s what Harold said.

Harold came with the others rallying behind him, “Do you still need some time?”

I shake in rejection, “No, It’s okay. It’s lunch time anyway.”

Harold took my words in misunderstanding, “Oh, you have friends from your previous class, right. I suppose you would want to spend your time with them.”

‘He has friends!’ That’s what everyone thought, except for one.

Elisabeth secretly looked at Henry and only felt more amazed. The training he did just now was anything unlike what she’s ever seen. Even Arthur didn’t show that level of strength before.

Then she looked to her right and saw the place where Samantha should be, but it was empty. After something happened two days ago, Samantha had stopped coming to class.

Elisabeth thought her friend might be sick so she waited. Perhaps it was time, she visit her.

“Let’s go then.” Harold said but I stopped him.

“Can I talk to you for a second, sir?”

Harold nodded and gestured the others to move ahead already, “What is this about? Don’t tell me you’ve already felt bored training with me. Believe me I still have better styles up my sleeve.” He joked.

I smile, “That’s not it. It’s about our training time.” He got serious, “I was thinking if we could arrange it to an appropriate time and place?”

Harold nodded, “I wanted to talk about that with you. Indeed, we should change it.”

“About the place, we could do it here as it has all our needs.” I nod, “And about the timing, are you free in the afternoon?”

“Well mostly I am but sometimes I need to go out for business related reasons.”

Harold didn’t pry into it, “Except for those days, we’ll do it here for 2… no, 3 hours of training session every day, okay?”

“That works for me.”

Harold smiled, “Good, now and go spend your time with friends.”

I go away as intended but not to the loser table. I go inside the VIP Cafeteria registered for the best and lay happily on the comfy couch. I ate the multiple delicacies while the cold air kept me satisfied.

“Haaa… if only they allowed escorts here.”

“I need someone to feed me my grapes.”

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