I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 75 Muscle Memory

"Little one, how long have you been gone?"

Gru sniffed dramatically, "The whole forest smells like that!"

Wilder: "..."

I didn't even take my pants off!

However, he had been gone for quite some time. The other three members of the team had already cleaned up the battlefield and packed their luggage.

I unexpectedly got to slack off for a while.

"Let's go back soon."

The reward for this mission was not high, but the spoils were heavy, and Cyrion carried the heaviest bundle on his back.

"As you've heard, things have been unsettled in the border forest lately, so it's not advisable to stay there for long."

"What are you afraid of?"

Gru started again, "Our team's strength has increased a lot, and we've dealt with several high-level monsters. We just take care of them when we encounter them."

"High-level monsters don't just refer to treants and phase spiders."

Lyle rolled his eyes at him. "That's just a difficult-level monster. Above that are challenges, calamities..."

"This is the outer edge of the forest! It's already good enough that we've encountered a difficult level!"

"If dragon breath can be unleashed, what can't be unleashed?"

"..."

Cyrion sighed.

As long as Gru and Lyle are both present, the team is never short of excitement.

"Alright, let's go!" he called to the two of them. "Unless we're unlucky enough to run into something else, it's best to avoid other monsters."

In truth, he didn't completely disagree with Gru's statement.

If you encounter weaker monsters like kobolds along the way, that wouldn't be a bad thing.

Since we're already here, we might as well take care of another litter while we're at it; every little bit helps out.

The team began its return journey.

As usual, Lyle led the way, while the other three teammates followed behind, each carrying a large bag of spoils.

"Captain, I have a question I'd like to ask you," Wilder said, walking beside Cyrion.

"What is it? Just tell me," Cyrion replied.

"What preparations do you soldiers make when using combat techniques?"

"Preparations?"

Cyrion was puzzled. "You mean some kind of ritual? Some knights do swear an oath before swinging their swords, though I don't really understand it."

"Uh...not that one."

Wilder explained, "I'm referring to the preparation for a spell, such as a mage recalling the spell's structure before casting it."

"Oh, I've heard about that. It's true that monks have a lot of mental strain."

Cyrion chuckled. "Being a warrior is much simpler. No preparation is needed to use combat techniques; just go for it!"

"I see."

"However, in my opinion, warriors also have something similar to your spell structure as mages."

"What is it?" Wilder asked.

"The techniques and movements of combat skills, but we only follow them when learning combat skills. In actual combat, we rely on muscle memory."

"Muscle memory?"

"That's right. One standard for assessing proficiency in combat techniques is how much of the combat technique's movements are still remembered."

Cyrion explained, "When you completely forget the standard movements of a combat technique, it means you've mastered it, because the movements are ingrained in your muscles."

Wilder was taken aback.

Is it true that you can only truly learn something if you forget it completely?

Isn't this the same situation as when he couldn't recall the structure of the [Crow of Madness] spell?

Do I have muscle memory now?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cyrion assumed he hadn't understood and drew his one-handed sword from his waist.

"For example, the simplest level one combat skill, the [forward thrust], requires the body to lean forward at a specified angle, and the wrist height and thrust distance are also important."

As he spoke, he thrust his sword into the air in front of him.

"It might not be perfect, because I'm already very familiar with this move."

He continued, "But the standard is useless in actual combat. For example, if I want to pierce Gru's neck, but I use the standard wrist height, I can only pierce the air."

"What?!"

Gru turned around to express his dissatisfaction.

"None of your business, keep walking."

Cyrion waved his hand, "It's a pity there are no kobolds now. That beast is about the same height as Gru. I can give you a demonstration in actual combat."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Gru turned back again and angrily blew on his beard.

"I was just talking about height! Height! Keep walking!" Cyrion waved his hand again.

Wilder nodded, feeling greatly inspired.

Perhaps the ancient Elvish language on the scrolls seen during the mage event spoke of something similar.

[The structure of these techniques is for beginners...]

Does casting spells really require a spell structure?

Tens of thousands of mages think they have mastered a certain spell, but could they have only learned the basics?

This forces them to recall the standard incantation before casting a spell.

But they were completely unaware of this.

interesting.

Wilder was feeling quite excited and wanted to try out the [Crazy Crown] in actual combat.

After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"Captain, didn't you just say it's a pity there aren't any kobolds now?"

"Ah... if there are kobolds, I can demonstrate muscle memory movements to you in a real battle."

"Shall I try calling a few over?"

"what?"

"If it's just kobolds and not high-level monsters, it should be fine, right?" Wilder asked.

"Um……"

Cyrion glanced ahead; Gru was already far ahead and probably couldn't hear him.

"Kobolds are easy to deal with, and we've already taken on a job specifically for kobolds. Killing a few more will still earn us the payment, no discounts."

"Then I'll give it a try."

Are you serious?

"When I was a kid, I learned a few dog-speaking phrases out of interest, so I should be able to use them."

"Your hobby is quite unique..."

"Well……"

Wilder smiled, then raised his chin and shouted:

"Mama ya ha? Wahaha baha!"

(Is anyone there? I'm lost here!)

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

(I'm so tired from carrying a sack of gold coins!)

"Hawawawabaha?"

(Is there anyone kind enough to help me?)

His voice echoed clearly and far-reachingly in the quiet, dense forest.

Gru, who was walking ahead, couldn't hold back any longer. The immortal dignity flowing in his blood made him have to ask for clarification.

He ran back to the two men, his mustache bristling with anger.

"Cyrion, did you tell the little guy something embarrassing about me? Why is he laughing so happily?"

"Huh? I didn't say that?"

Cyrion looked completely innocent. "And regarding your embarrassing moments, I only know about the one where you were exactly one minute apart, but Wilder knows about that too."

Gru: "..."

Holy crap, they actually figured it out back then?

But thankfully it was just them...

Just then, a figure gracefully descended from the treetop; Lyle had returned.

"What one minute?" he asked.

"Ah... this..."

Gru's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

The person you least want this secret to know has appeared.

"Cyrion, there's trouble ahead."

Lyle ignored him and got down to business, saying, "A pack of kobolds is running toward us, they're very close."