Chapter 228 Murtada: Me?
"…Well, research is important, but you also need to take a break and not work eighteen hours a day."
After listening to Murtada's narration, Tajie was moved and relieved.
He secretly felt that his good partner was indeed capable. Just a brief contact made Murtada admire him so much, and successfully ignited his passion for research, making Murtada voluntarily invest his time and energy.
In just a few months, Murtada has become stronger, healthier and more responsible, thanks to Harold.
Seeing his son's current condition, Tajie was completely relieved.
"Well, it's important to combine work and rest." Seno agreed, and then said, "You just came back, do you want to spar with me?"
Murtada pointed at himself in confusion: "Me?"
"Well, let me assess your physical fitness so that I can choose the appropriate training method." Seno crossed his arms, "This is also your teacher's request. He hopes that you can learn some self-defense techniques from me."
Murtada still looked puzzled. It was the first time he heard that there were instructors in the Institute of Religious Orders requiring students to learn martial arts.
But when I think about how I always have backaches these days and how I get out of breath after walking a few steps in the rice fields, I think about what my mentor said: "Expand the scale of planting next year."
Murtada immediately understood Harold's good intentions. He knew that proper training would help him complete his research work better.
After thinking this through, he looked at Senuo firmly: "Uncle Senuo, please teach me."
Hearing this, Tajie found an excuse to slip away, silently telling his partner that he could train him however he wanted.
"Well, study hard. When you have learned it, you can pass it on to your seniors and juniors. This is what Haroldt wants to see."
As he spoke, Seno took two long sticks wrapped in cloth at both ends from the weapon rack and threw one of them to Murtada, who caught it in a panic.
"Here we go, be careful."
As Seno spoke, he swung his stick at Murtada at an extremely slow speed. However, in the eyes of ordinary disciplinary officers, this attack was like a slow-motion replay, but in the eyes of Murtada, who only focused on his studies, it was still like a beast.
He was startled, and only when the stick was almost in front of him did he quickly put his other hand on the stick, holding the stick with both hands and barely taking the move. However, the powerful force made him unable to feel the existence of his arms for a moment.
Seno gave him half a second to catch his breath, then immediately raised his stick and tapped it four times.
The wooden sticks made crisp, rhythmic "pa pa pa" sounds when they collided, but Murtada had no time to appreciate them. He gritted his teeth and held the sticks tightly with both hands. Just maintaining this standing posture had exhausted all his energy.
The basics are zero, but the strength is acceptable. Seno came to a conclusion in his mind. He used the stick as a spear, reduced the strength and lengthened the interval to feed a few moves, while he said slowly:
“Our plan… I don’t know how much your boss has revealed to you, but you should already know that we will take you to the scene soon. After this, you will completely bid farewell to that memory and embark on a brand new path.
It may be a bit redundant for me to say this - since you are standing here, it means that you agree with our point of view and are willing to cooperate.
You are an insider, and there is no way you can get out of this situation easily without paying any price. You should also take the corresponding responsibility for your momentary impulse, and you cannot hide under the wings of your elders and enjoy their protection as a matter of course. Do you agree with what I said?"
“…Yes, I will follow the teacher’s instructions.”
During the gap in Seno's attack, Murtada was able to take a temporary breath. He took a deep breath, unconsciously tightened the wooden stick in his hand, and more deeply felt the pain of the friction between his palm and the wooden surface, while speaking solemnly.
"Well, pay attention to the announcement from the House of Ordinances. Your father and I will be very busy. You must make sure you are present when the 'performance' opens."
As Seno spoke, he relaxed his grip. The sudden relaxation caused Murtada to stumble a few steps before he thrust the stick into the ground, using its power to barely stand firm.
Murtada held onto his stick without responding. The attack, which was not even a formal attack within a minute, had exhausted him.
After he relaxed, the only thing on his mind was the few blows he had just received. The sound of the sticks colliding echoed in his mind, making his blood boil.
His hands, with red palms, were trembling slightly. He flexed his thumb and middle finger, which were throbbing uncontrollably from his brain, and felt an immense desire to take a few more hits. He felt that he would be able to fight back next time.
He also remembered what Seno had just asked, and quickly nodded to promise that he would not forget it. Murtada said anxiously:
"Uncle Seno, next round, I want the next round!" Murtada said anxiously.
Sino: "Have you rested so soon? Then let's do it again."
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Later, Radu, one of Harold's first disciples, mentioned in his biography "My Sage Mentor":
"That was the beginning. We jokingly called it the 'root of all evil'. Murtada brought back a complete set of self-defense techniques. The teacher said that this was a sport that could help strengthen the body and required each of us to practice it every day.
It has become a daily routine for our research group, just like group meetings. The teacher also regularly organizes martial arts competitions for the research group, allowing us to learn from each other.
Learning martial arts has undoubtedly increased our burden, but it must be said that it is indeed effective. A nutritionally balanced diet and scientific exercise are the research to build a healthy body. That is the guarantee of the research. In the later stage, even if we occasionally need to work eighteen hours a day, we can adapt to it.
I personally think this was a very successful attempt. Before this, no one in the Faculty of Education had thought of arranging sports courses. The teacher did a great job and the results were so significant that a rumor spread through the Faculty of Education: "Scholars, both men and women, who choose Harold as their mentor will become baboons with extraordinary strength."
But the teacher was so famous that this slander did not affect his enrollment. There were still countless scholars who wanted to become his disciples. He himself loved watching the martial arts competitions held regularly by the research group.
It is reasonable to speculate that he is the founder of the Governing Council Sports Meeting and the Governing Council Martial Arts Competition. He also promoted the new sports courses in the Governing Council. After all, these appeared after he was elected as a sage..."