Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2198: A bit slow (2)

"I heard that!" Alidus exclaimed, though he hardly had the leeway to respond.

After all, daggers were beginning to materialize all around him.

While these weapons were indeed crafted from metal, their edges were deliberately blunted, rendering them incapable of cutting. At best, they could inflict a bruise if hurled with sufficient force.

Nevertheless, Alidus had no desire to endure pain.

He was certainly not some masochist who reveled in being hurt by others.

For this reason, he promptly raised his club and swung it towards the incoming daggers.

As he did, he channeled the divine energy contained within the club, sending the barrage of daggers flying backward.

The manner in which he wielded the club was a clear indication of his proficiency in controlling this relic. However, it appeared he wasn't unleashing its full potential.

I observed that the flow of divine energy was not quite correct.

It was being expelled forcefully to a degree, which diminished its power compared to how it would surge if wielded appropriately. Yet, merely pointing this out would likely be futile, as the very mechanics of wielding the relic influenced the divine energy's flow.

This was a revelation he needed to come to himself.

Beyond targeting Alidus, I unleashed these daggers upon the others within the domain as well.

Each individual possessed their own unique method of intercepting the daggers, but none were employing their techniques with accuracy. Essentially, they were all forcing out the divine energy they could access rather than drawing upon it harmoniously.

Had this been some time ago, I would never have considered the inefficiency of their relic usage.

But now that the disparity was apparent, it was difficult to ignore.

Consequently, the only course of action was to guide them toward understanding.

It was simply that they showed little sign of grasping the concept.

As I continued to launch daggers in their direction, it became increasingly clear they were not discerning the subtle clues I was providing. Their focus seemed fixated on their own relic manipulation rather than observing the dynamics of my domain.

"Observe closely how the daggers are formed before they are launched," I instructed.

My words caught the individuals within the domain somewhat unprepared.

Some failed to react swiftly enough, remaining dedicated to blocking the daggers.

However, a select few took my advice to heart, intently watching as the daggers materialized in the air. They witnessed the gathering of creation divine energy that coalesced to form these projectiles.

Still, the realization did not dawn upon them immediately.

Their concentration on the daggers' formation, rather than their trajectory, led to them being struck by several of the projectiles. I held no reservations in my assault, and as a result, minor bruises began to appear on their bodies.

I maintained the conviction that pain was the most effective teacher, ensuring this lesson would be indelibly etched in their memories.

It was certainly not a matter of me relishing the sensation of bullying them or seeking a modicum of petty revenge.

Those who sustained impacts from the daggers did not cease their efforts, but they did begin to adapt. Their attention shifted to the daggers' formation while simultaneously tracking their directional path.

This was not due to a divided focus, but rather a dawning awareness of an anomaly in the daggers' flight path.

It appeared the daggers were traversing the path of least resistance, maintaining their velocity without any discernible deceleration. It truly seemed as though an unseen force propelled them forward.

"So this is what you mean by flow..."

Old Man Lancelot seemed to be gradually comprehending the lesson I intended to impart.

To test his newfound understanding, I deliberately launched two daggers from his blind spots.

As if guided by an innate sixth sense, he suddenly pivoted and swung his sword. In that moment, his sword moved with a speed that defied conventional limitations.

It moved as if it were merely drifting downwards.

Yet, there was an inexplicable quality to its descent.

Upon contact with the sword, the daggers stood no chance, as the sword's speed abruptly escalated. By the time the daggers landed, they were reduced to fragments.

"Do it again," Old Man Lancelot declared suddenly.

However, I simply gestured, using an invisible force to eject him from my domain.

He looked at me with evident confusion as to my actions, prompting my explanation: "There is no further need for my intervention. You have already grasped the crucial element; now you must study it independently for a time. Once you have mastered it, we shall spar once more."

Old Man Lancelot remained silent for a moment before slowly nodding and departing.