30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 239

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thud!

"...Who needs to be a knight when you can make a living like this?"

Using just his palm, Ihan found that nailing was exceptionally effective.

While he could always drive nails with his fist, doing so without using any skills usually resulted in sore skin or injuries.

But now, he hammered nails purely with his hand without any discomfort, and a chair was neatly assembled.

Clack.

"This was hastily made, so why did it turn out so sturdy?"

The wooden chair, crafted without any tools and merely shaped by the edge of his hand, was rough but solid.

Why would one need hammers and saws in woodworking? His fists served as hammers, and his hand edges as saw blades—it seemed he had just proven this point confidently.

"It seems I’m finally understanding what it means to control intent."

"...Do aura users always have to appear so silently, is that what satisfies you?"

"Heh, it’s natural to enjoy a bit of mischievous fun as you get older."

Felicia, who had suddenly appeared behind him, chuckled mischievously and sat on the chair he had made.

"This is quite good."

Pleased with the chair, she nodded several times before fixing her gaze on Ihan's upper body.

"So, tell me, do you understand what it means to handle intent now?"

"Honestly, I still haven't quite grasped it."

"You're sincere."

"But still..."

Creak!

"—Why you insisted on training with the mind and not the body, I think I’m starting to understand."

Ihan's hand edge split a thick log in two.

Just like an axe.

***

At first, he was very confused.

How exactly does one train with the mind? He had no clue.

But he didn't overcomplicate his thoughts.

"Just try it, what’s there to lose?"

Ihan was never one to dwell on theories; he was more of a hands-on person who learned through action.

Thus, he followed Felicia's advice straightforwardly.

Train with the mind, that is, through imagination?

So he did.

Mental training. He imagined performing high-load exercises like squats with a barbell.

But during these imaginations,

"Ah, this isn’t right."

He delved deeper, striving for more detail not because Felicia had asked for it, but because compromise wasn't in his nature.

Being meticulous was part of his life philosophy—even if it was a fool's errand, he’d give his all.

So, like a finicky designer, he focused intensely on details, which involved,

The posture and muscle tremors when exercising. The weight he was lifting. How much he sweated and got injured during workouts. Calculating recovery time after intense training sessions.

He would spend all day delving into these details, immersing himself in training.

...though he felt a bit foolish afterward.

Perhaps a bit like the emptiness one feels after an imaginary romance?

However, the clear difference between imaginary romance and mental training was,

"What? When did I sweat this much?"

...that it had real effects.

Discovering himself drenched in sweat akin to that in his imaginations, Ihan was initially puzzled, wondering if it was a coincidence.

Drip, drip...

"...Here we go again."

When a coincidence repeats itself, it ceases to be one.

As this phenomenon continued every time he completed his mental training sessions, Ihan realized the effectiveness of this method. After various experiments, he learned that the key to successful mental training was extreme detail and concentration.

Lacking in detail or focus could mean no sweat and only feelings of foolishness.

...Eventually, Ihan incorporated this mental training into his daily life.

Initially, he tried to integrate it during meals or walks, a challenging process, but soon he could effortlessly visualize basic swordsmanship or jabs during a casual walk.

...Though he often stumbled or rolled down hills during these exercises, fortunately, no one saw these falls—

"Puahaha! It's not just any foolery!"

"I've heard a blow to the back of the head can cause amnesia?"

"...Why am I here?"

"..."

"Ahem."

"Hmm."

A certain instructor was there, but Ihan trusted that he wouldn’t dare speak of it anywhere, lest he wanted to experimentally prove whether induced amnesia was possible.

After such trials and errors over several days, Ihan’s physique had...

"—While I’ve definitely lost some muscle mass, it feels like only the unnecessary muscles are gone."

After being reconstructed by the fairy, Ihan had considered his body perfect.

From bones to muscles, tendons, and ligaments, everything was as good as new and perfectly balanced.

However, through mental training, Ihan realized that his body could still reach greater perfection.

"Not only have my bones become stronger, but my senses have also improved? It’s not beyond my control, though; I can manage it precisely as I wish."

This phenomenon was astonishing, and Felicia nodded as if it was to be expected.