Chapter 11
That night—
Rudeus didn't try to replicate the movement.
He couldn't.
Because he didn't understand it.
"…Then I'll make my body understand."
He attacked the air.
Again.
And again.
But this time—
He let his body adjust freely.
Didn't force angles.
Didn't force power.
Just responded.
Corrected.
Refined.
Over time—
Something subtle changed.
His stance softened.
His grip loosened—
Just slightly.
His movements became less rigid.
More reactive.
Muscles still tore.
Healing still followed.
But now—
There was less waste.
Less excess motion.
More efficiency.
"…So that's what it is."
Water God style wasn't about strength.
It was about control.
And Rudeus—
Was beginning to grasp it without ever being taught.