《Psychic Parasite》Chapter 231: Training Cheat
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At a particular point in time, in the training hall, Jyorta had controlled his two psychic arms, lifting a Refined Object each, their conditions stable. The blue soul took this memory, making this the base.
Next, the memory from when Jyorta controlled the chakram using his stronger psychic arm was extracted. Even though his other psychic arm dissipated, as a result, it wasn't a problem. In the extracted memory fragment, all data related to the second psychic arm was erased.
Now, the memory—when Jyorta controlled the spindle using his weaker psychic arm—was extracted, and everything apart from the psychic arm was erased from the scene. This memory fragment was then merged into the previous memory fragment, taking the place of Jyorta's weaker psychic arm.
Now, according to the memory, Jyorta had steady psychic arms, controlling both the Refined Objects without a problem. There were still many problems in the scene: mainly the emotions, feeling, thoughts, body action, content, and most importantly, the experience of moving the psychic arms.
The blue soul extracted bits and pieces of memory fragments of his battle, changing their contents to suit the needs. Then, like an editor editing a movie, it joined all fragments, making a memory fragment.
It was a puzzle, with each piece joined together to form a whole. Since they hadn't originated from a unified source, each piece was irregular, lacking harmony with one another. They were unable to fit perfectly.
There existed many gaps, excess parts, differing overlays, etc. It was impossible to correct them. Because, correcting them required cutting off the extra pieces, adding foreign pieces in the vacancies, fusing the overlays, etc. This would affect the essence of the experience in them.
After all, the purpose of this was to create a whole new experience, one that suited his agenda. The blue soul filled as many pieces as possible, also modifying the pattern in the memory fragment, trying to unify it as much as possible. Once it was done, it sent the memory fragment to the brain.
The brain was capable of many things. It could process, interpret, extract, fuse, derive, integrate, define, and execute information. It could convert the information into different forms, also able to link them to various memories.
A simple example was the sight. Each eye saw from a different angle, sending two different images to the brain each instant. The function of the brain was to combine the two images into one, adding depth to the result.
This resulted in humans capable of perceiving depth, a three-dimensional vision. Should a gap arise, the brain would fill it accordingly, referencing the remaining areas, also considering many factors.
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Suppose a person hears a certain—whether familiar or unfamiliar—word, the brain would process the information and link it to different memories. This enables the person to recall related information or trigger a method to derive an answer.
The brain does many functions. Now, when the memory fragment was sent to the brain, the brain perceived a damaged, disharmonious puzzle, unable to form a unified picture. What it did was alter it based on similar experiences, taking reference based on the context.
It quickly found the necessary memories from the battle in the training hall. Using them as the reference and taking everything into context, it modified the memory fragment, creating a unified whole.
Jyorta felt a scene flash into his mind: he stood in the centre of the training hall, his expression sharp. His aura broiled around with ferocity while his psychic arms were steady, showing no signs of instability. The stronger psychic arm carried the chakram, spinning it at a controllable speed. The weaker psychic arm carried the spindle, spinning it at the highest speed theoretically possible.
It was just a single scene, but after his brain has smoothened out everything, the scene was vivid. Also, Jyorta felt as if he had personally experienced it, as if it was just a memory he had recalled now.
"This is terrifying, but epic." He smiled, feeling he had grasped onto something. He quickly seeped his weaker psychic arm into the respective spindle, lifting it and spinning it. He was disappointed after noticing no difference.
But, as he continued, he felt some effect, barely noticeable, but it existed. It was a weird feeling, as if he was learning something he had forgotten. He could intuitively feel the way to progress faster and grow in the proper direction.
It was similar to how someone had learned and practiced swinging a sword, continuing it for a couple of years. After that, the person hadn't touched a sword for almost a decade. Now when he decides to swing a sword once again, his form would be shabby or even horrid at best.
But, he had the experience of swinging a sword long before. So, as long as his body cooperates, he would be able to attain a similar skill level after lots of practice. The speed of attaining that skill level would be many times faster than a person who had picked a sword for the first time in his life.
It was because the person had already experienced it, having achieved that level once. Despite becoming rusty after not using it, the experience, and insight were still there, ingrained in his self. Now, Jyorta felt similar. It was like the him in the memory was his prime and the current him had become rusty. As he continues to practice, he would begin to regain that sense of touch and soon recover to his prime.
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"Wonderful," Jyorta relished the feeling. The blue soul extracted the memory fragment—one that had been refined by the brain—and sent it to the brain once again. The brain processed it, doing some fine-tuning that it had previously missed.
Repeating the same twenty times, the memory fragment now looked as if it had been extracted from the real event. Whether the experience of moving the body and psychic arms, the mental and emotional states, the sound heard, the vision seen, the touch felt, etc. everything now seemed real.
Even Jyorta couldn't believe what he felt, under the impression for a moment that he had really fallen from his prime. He then controlled himself, separating his thoughts from reality and what he had created. After the first step, the blue soul continued to recreate many scenes.
Martial art was a vast subject. It included many branches of study: fighting, strategy, recovery, tracking, pursuit, etc. One can argue martial arts as being only limited to fighting. But, it can be proven otherwise.
A sword can be used to cut vegetables, and also sever someone's head. It can also be used to carve a statue or stir some soup. Depending on its use, it can be applied anywhere, the only limitation was one's imagination.
Similarly, martial arts can be used everywhere. Since it involves the movement of the body, literally anything can be considered a part of martial arts. The body and the mind are connected; with this relation, mental training also fell under martial arts.
The use of oneself to achieve one's needs, that was martial arts. And, Jyorta's current objective was to achieve that.
He smiled, thinking, 'Anime, Movies, Documentaries, etc. my previous life has plenty of such memories. Even though they couldn't be perfectly used as is, but through my soul's modification, I can derive many useful styles.'
He recalled a scene from the anime, Naruto. As a story revolving around ninjas, it had flawless martial arts styles incorporated into it. Even though he hadn't personally experienced it, and had only seen everything through a screen, it still served as wonderful reference material. Through some processing, he could obtain something feasible from it.
Jyorta focused on the face mask. It had been made from the memory fragments related to fighting, both the physical and the mental department. It wasn't wise to depend on false personas, as there is a chance they might shatter under stress.
But, Jyorta didn't plan on using this false persona like his face mask. It was solely to train himself. It was a training cheat, as he would call it, full of memory fragments the blue soul had refined over the past eight months. They possessed memories similar to the one where Jyorta possessed stable psychic arms and used the two Refined Objects at the same time without any error.
Hovering next to the blue soul was a subsoul, having grown a little. In the core of the subsoul, two egos fought, their fight had not paused for even a second in the past eight months. The ego he had placed in the subsoul maintained dominance, thanks to his support.
Whenever the ego created from Ehara Gobi's memory fragments grew dominant, he would use his Soul Cornea and corrode the extra parts. As for the rest, he left it in the hands of his subsoul's ego. Having battled for so long, the subsoul's ego was beginning to adapt, the resistance it could offer against the opponent a lot higher than eight months ago.
He hadn't yet touched Ehara Gobi's memory fragments. He still had a lot of memory fragments to comprehend, planning to touch her memory fragments only after that. First of all, he was still clueless about many things. He had yet to lay a firm foundation.
It had only been 10 months since he had become an Esper. At a state when he hadn't even fully grasped the foundations, coming into contact with high-level knowledge would only do more harm than good.
The Tier 5 Artifact his grandfather gifted him contained the entirety of the Bone Family's accumulations about Espers. Present within the box was a book—the Artifact. He had seen it many times when he opened the lid while training.
He didn't even have the confidence of being able to open the book before graduating.
Similarly, each memory fragment of Ehara Gobi was powerful, possessing enough resistance against his corrosion. To fully corrode the white layer on a memory fragment, it consumed him as much psychic energy as a Line Controller's capacity.
At present, it wasn't wise to waste his psychic energy in such a manner. He would rather use it to train, improve his abilities, and eventually hunt the Frenzy Beasts in the Labyrinth of Frenzy. That way, he would gain Credits which could then be used to exchange for treasures and improve his abilities further. He chose the path with greater benefits.
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