Recovering

The day after Wolverine left, Colleen Wing asked her many questions about New York, and then suggested that swordsmanship could help calm her restless mind.

She asked if Daisy would be willing to learn.

With nothing better to do, she immediately nodded in agreement.

With her powerful physical condition, she could spar with Colleen for dozens of rounds.

"Daisy, your killing intent is not contributing to mental calmness," Colleen Wing sensed her fluctuating emotions and quickly reminded her.

Daisy smiled, "My abilities are different from your kind of training. Emotions can actually make my powers stronger."

Colleen felt it was a waste that someone with such robust physical qualities like Daisy could only swing a sword as if it was like chopping vegetables. She patiently and carefully explained the principles of swordsmanship, "Although swordsmanship is the art of killing, it contains profound truths. You need to use your heart to understand swordsmanship."

Of course, Daisy wasn't dumb, but she had so much to learn: astronomy, geography, languages, customs, combat driving, firearms disassembly, and a mishmash of other things. She had dabbled in swordsmanship briefly during her time at S.H.I.E.L.D., but her efforts were definitely not as focused as Colleen Wing's single-minded dedication to swordsmanship.

Daisy only knew some basic cutting and slashing techniques; she didn't really grasp the deeper meanings behind them.

Listening patiently to Colleen's explanations, even though she was somewhat skeptical, Daisy followed the instructions and diligently practiced each move.

By evening, she did feel that a small part of her mental damage had unknowingly been repaired.

In response to her question, Colleen explained that swordsmanship helped her soothe and repair her injuries.

Daisy didn't entirely agree; she believed it was her own potent healing ability.

Regardless, this didn't stop her from learning swordsmanship. Colleen was well-versed in various styles, including Chinese, Japanese, and European swordsmanship. Unlike Daisy, who treated swords as weapons, Colleen was a true swordsman.

Colleen was a dedicated teacher, and Daisy tried to emulate her as best as she could. When she fully immersed herself in the practice, she indeed began to feel something different.

Ancient swordsmen, including Colleen now, believed that swordsmanship was a means to an end. In fact, any focused activity could restore mental strength.

Swordsmanship just happened to be a more pronounced example, given its lethal nature.

In movies and television, ancient swordsmen would often drink and sleep, but whenever it was windy or rainy, they would go outside to practice. While some of this was done for visual impact and dramatic effect, there was some truth to it.

In harsh conditions, eliminating distractions and focusing on a single task could indeed enhance willpower and fortify the spirit.

The human spirit is a treasure trove. After a week of practice, Daisy hadn't achieved invincible swordsmanship, but her injuries were completely healed, and she had even made significant progress.

Her teleportation range had expanded, her detection abilities were more accurate, and by assimilating a bit of Madam Gao's "Qi," Daisy had developed a vague sense of telepathic ability.

However, it was still very unclear and in practical use, reading body language was still much faster.

However, this bit of mental power application was very helpful for her. Previously, her mental defence against mind control was zero; but now she managed to have a meager one. Moreover, this skill could be improved through practice. Facing the endless stream of telepaths and mind control superhumans in this world, she finally had some defence.

"In just a week, you've managed to grasp some essence. It seems my teaching is good!" As their relationship grew closer, Colleen Wing revealed some of her girlish traits. This young lady enjoyed being a mentor, and she believed Daisy was learning quickly due to her effective teaching.

Daisy took advantage of everything and learned swordsmanship, making it hard to dampen her enthusiasm.

Just as Colleen Wing was declaring her intention to open a dojo and teach swordsmanship, Daisy had to throw some cold water on the idea.

"Teaching this kind of swordsmanship on a large scale might lead to some societal issues..."

"How could that be? Swordsmanship is for improving one's physical and mental well-being. I will emphasise the cultivation of martial virtue and won't cause trouble for your S.H.I.E.L.D. You can rest assured," Colleen Wing dismissed the concern without hesitation.

Daisy was left speechless.

Colleen hadn't introduced her teacher, so Daisy couldn't mention that Colleen's teacher, Bakuto, was also a member of the Hand, and he had planned to utilise Colleen's dojo to train Hand members.

However, those events hadn't occurred yet. Currently, let's forget about training Hand members, she hadn't even seen a shadow of the dojo. And this dojo was only on the verge of becoming one because of Daisy's rapid progress, which indirectly influenced Colleen Wing's decision.

Without encountering Daisy, Colleen might have continued pursuing her own swordsmanship in the woods, and wouldn't have thought of opening a dojo. Her usefulness hadn't been recognised yet, and her relationship with Bakuto would've continued.

Now, Colleen, full of energy and enthusiasm, wanted to open her dojo and take on apprentices. Daisy didn't know where to start advising her.

Considering there was still plenty of time, who knew what the future held? Daisy didn't try to persuade her further. She instructed Colleen to seek her help when she came to New York and teleported herself away from Sendai.

Her teleportation range had increased from ten kilometers to fifty kilometers, but for distances over three hundred kilometers, teleporting was just too draining. Daisy took the shinkansen back to Tokyo from the well-known city of Fukushima.

Her missions was to find supplies, the tasks involving adamantium alloy – those were secondary. She wanted to kill Madam Gao first!

Back in Tokyo, she first went to the temple where the funeral had taken place. Unfortunately, the scene had turned into a heavily guarded area by the police.

The solemn temple was now reduced to ruins. It was clear that after the battle, someone had set it on fire.

The dark walls seemed to be telling passersby of the tragedy that had occurred here.

Even though a week had passed, a steady stream of police officers were still maintaining order at the scene. Workers were occasionally carrying out charred bodies, deformed blades, firearms, and tattered clothing.

Daisy displayed her FBI IF. While the younger officer was furious, loudly berating the FBI for their overbearing behaviour, the older officer let her in.

"Where is Yoshida Shingen? Have you found his body?" After taking a quick look around the scene, there wasn't much to see. Even if there were clues, Daisy wouldn't be able to detect them. After all, after the important combatants had fled, the Hand undoubtedly claimed victory of that battle. Those ninjas were professionals in killing.

The slightly plump police superintendent who had been following her spoke carefully, "I'm sorry. The fire was too intense, and there were too many casualties. The search for bodies is still ongoing."

Daisy estimated that Yoshida Shingen probably didn't die that easily; he was likely captured alive.

Just as she was about to leave the scene, an old police officer gave her a few glances, then quickly approached and performed a deep bow, "You are Miss Daisy Johnson, right?"

Daisy's expression changed slightly. Her FBI credentials didn't have her real name on them. How did this guy know her?

The old police officer raised his head, vividly displaying a swollen nose and bruised face. His eyes were blackened, and his mouth was crooked. He had bruises on his neck.

He seemed quite fearful, bowing once again and handing her a letter. After that, he quickly left the scene, ignoring the questions from his superiors.