Training..

Shawn was back to his bamboo house, and was seated in the dark, thinking about what his new parents told him about going to the capital, most specifically to the royal palace that stands at the peak of the mountain of the empire.

While to the real Tanaka the news might've caught him off guard learning about his parents mysterious background that's linked to royalty.

In Shawn's case it was something more of a cliché as someone who was once an avid film watcher.

Time and time again, he has watched a film about a seemingly ordinary MC who after few decent minutes finds out he has a mysterious background that's always connected to fate somehow.

'Film writers sure do love fate and destiny, in their movies.' Shawn commented in his thoughts.

Even though he doesn't know much about this world from what little he gathered from Tanaka's memories.

It was still enough to see a cliché coming up a mile away, which works in his favour, because if he can lay claim to the throne he would be able to build a far more impressive harem that he can also actively protect.

And diminish the chances of getting ntr'd through rape because he can't just rely on strength alone even if he were to be extremely powerful, after all, his just one man, which means he exposes himself to many weaknesses if he were to build a large harem at this stage.

He needs the status, the royal guards and loyal soldiers, the overwhelming power that would struck fear at the hearts of his subjects and lastly the ability to command an empire through the crown.

"Ouch, shit.."

Shawn drew blood while biting on his lower lips too hard due to being unable to contain his excitement.

All things seem to fall into place, and with what his already learned, it's safe to assume besides his father's impressive background his mother's background would be just if not more impressive.

"Hehe I can't wait to learn more.. but those thoughts are for later for now I need to practice {The Kata}"

Shawn got up from the floor, and took off his kimono leaving only his trousers on, then taking his wooden katana on top of the horigotatsu, then he immediately went outside.

When outside he didn't wear his sandals, and felt the rough sensation of the ground, tiny rough pebbles trying to penetrate his soles. The breeze, the sword and the eerie calmness that overtook him all felt too familiar to him.

At this moment he truly embodied Tanaka in every way. He held the wooden katana with both hands, and took a high guard stance called Jordan no kamae.

Then he closed his eyes And reviewed all the contents about cultivation he had learned through Tanaka's memories.

Through the memories of Tanaka, Shawn learned that {The Kata} a samurai based cultivation is only for the blessed, completely different from demon cultivation bloodline but in essence the same because both cultivations rely on the world energy called chakra that flows through the world's network.

Those who are blessed with being able to cultivate are those who possess almost similar network as that of the world that's etched and connected deep at their souls and it allows them to draw in chakra into through their body.

If a cultivator where to transfer chakra into the body of someone whom doesn't have this network in them, even if their intentions is to heal them, they would immediately explode into countless pieces, that's why it's important to be born with this network etched on the soul.

It doesn't matter whether you are a noble, a peasant or demon there's noway to breach that hurdle of becoming a cultivator without those network.

When it comes to cultivating demons have more advantage than humans, because they have more than one method of cultivating while humans only have {The Kata}

{Tha Kata} relies on the movement of the body to gather chakra from the air. The reason behind this method is because just plainly seating and gathering chakra through meditation advances the spirit, but it leaves so much to be desired when it comes body itself.

With his stance, Shawn held the wooden sword, the tip of the blade pointing upwards, his right foot forward and his left positioned in a way to provide stability and mobility.

He raised his sword overhead then immediately slashed down. He heard the whistling sound of the wind from his downward slash, and he was impressed by how strong Tanaka's is despite being thin due to his fragile build.

He repeated his practice over and over again, and his mind became clear to the point there was no thought to his movements, everything he did was on automatic.

His eyes went blurry and he could see blueish mystical energy swirling around and towards him, he felt himself burst with energy that made his movements more fluid.

When a cultivator practices the sword while also clearing his mind and attracting the chakra into a his body, it strengthens the bones, the muscles, the core and enriches the blood whist purifying the networks of impurities for faster absorption rate of chakra.

His pores opened and let out putrid black substance that smelled really bad, but Shawn kept on slashing, nothing able to break his concentration.

Despite being in an almost comatose state, he felt everything around him and within him. The wind was blowing around, creating a barrier that snuffed away oxygen and the reason he was able to breathe was because of the chakra he was brimming with at the moment.

He felt his bones break and mend themselves in record speed, and although he felt the pain, it was distant. His blood boiled and he felt invigorated. His muscles strained, while veins popped and the chakra had to mend everything again and again.

At the back of his mind Shawn knew whatever was happening it was a sign of a breakthrough.

Because normally such things like his bones breaking and veins bursting don't happen unless there's an excess of chakra that's overloading the network to strengthen it through the repetition of bursting and mending which unfortunately affects the body as a whole.

Shawn found himself coughing up blood, but his didn't stop slashing. His body was brimming with so much chakra that he appeared to be glowing with luminous blue light.

He could feel his pace slowing down with how his muscles kept on straining but he forced himself to continue without stopping for a single moment despite the pain trying to affect his resolve.

When he was about to reach his breaking point he suddenly burst so much chakra that damaged his body and repaired it from scratch in a second. The rate of his absorption slowed down and he fell down to his knees.

He was still in pain despite having no visible wounds after being healed, his body was caked in sweat and impurities. He was also trembling like a leaf, yet...

"Hahahaha hahahaha hahaha..."

His maddening laughter full of mirth pierced the night's silence from his success.

"I did it.. I became a scholar on my first day in this world.. hehe- I truly am a genius."