Chapter 1394: NO.10: Trainers ought to be able to train anything

NO. 10: Trainers ought to be able to train anything.

At this school, many students are merely talented drifters, following others' expectations and acting on instinct alone.

Even if they harbored childhood dreams and had long‑set goals, they still did not truly realize what kind of path they had chosen—only after making a firm decision, stepping onto the Saichang, enduring hardship to win a match, or even if they never won at all……

Only then could they truly realize what it meant to have initially accepted the invitation and stepped onto the central.

They are, of course, still children; even if a tiny fraction have heard warnings and been dissuaded, they likewise lack real feeling, and only those who, like Ludaofu Xiangzheng, have experienced similar circumstances from childhood can truly make a life‑defining decision——

——And then they indeed chose this place.

In outcome there is no difference, yet they become the few who truly understand the risks and have prepared themselves.

Such people are too few—so few they cannot represent the student body—and this leads the demons to show the ordinary students here a tolerance that often verges on indulgence.

——But not out of pity.

Life is like a great lie that early on tricks you into signing an unequal contract.

Unable to choose one's birth or upbringing, one naturally becomes a stream flowing into the great river, a myriad of faces, yet all destined to become part of the Saichang.

As for this, how could humanity be any different?

How could it not be that, in the eyes of the rare few who can weigh gains and losses, one steps onto one's own track ignorant of everything, meeting an outcome good or bad?

Regarding this, Man En, who had recently visited the activity room as a guest and directly lamented this conclusion, is indeed the most moved.

But Aomo, who can equally empathize, does not care for these girls out of pity like him.

That answer had already been given once in the past.

The disposition of the horse girls is paramount, and that disposition encompasses their daily thoughts, ideas, wishes, and pursuits.

This is like a long sword that needs not only polishing but also maintenance.

Indeed, maintenance before polishing is meaningless and might even prevent the sword from surviving the polishing process, but Aomo does not worry about this, for those swords still have enough fine polishers.

——Trainers.

Coaches, guides, elders…… trainers often acquire different definitions from their personality and the chemical reaction with the horse girls, but this does not hinder Aomo's understanding of their definition.

Polishers, forgemen.

But one must also know that the tools used to forge steel often possess hardness not inferior to steel itself, and can even be steel itself.

They too require maintenance, and this maintenance is far more than mere mental health.

As said before, the Trissen Infirmary does have psychologists, but they are often unavailable.

Aomo also has no intention of reporting this to the chairman, because he actually does not want a genuine psychologist to join the chemical reaction between trainers and horse girls.

That would only make them correct, ordinary, and seem like a matter of course.

But ordinary and a matter of course are not the same; therein lies a value distinction that is especially clear to the demons.

The more one pursues correctness and perfection, the more one can feel the changes brought by that struggle and entanglement, as well as the vivid vitality bursting from within that struggle.

Over the past two months, his busyness lies not only in reality but also in mental forging.

He does not only think of himself; he must also think of others, especially the women he had planned to live with—he must consider each person's differences in order to contemplate the various possibilities needed to bring these people together.

And in this thinking, what repeatedly surfaces in his mind and repeatedly hinders his thought progression are those logical fallacies and those character defects.

They exist in them as well as in himself.

They make him unable to ignore them, yet also allow him to feel their vivid vitality.

Yes, compared to the notion of vivid three‑dimensionality, it is the lovable, lively things that constitute the true nature of these "errors" for him.

Their undeniable trouble, they each carry their own "abnormality," yet they are by no means things that ought not exist—especially since they have all once opposed him, and now have surpassed that extreme negativity to reach a state that is not unmanageable.

Only when that feeling of affection and joy rises in his heart and a smile unconsciously spreads across his face does he faintly grasp this principle, which he has long sensed but never summarized: a person can forge an extraordinarily radiant self only by contending with their own immaturity.

Those trainers need not be ground into smooth pebbles; they ought to be sharp‑edged swords, capable of forging another excellent sword blank.

Therefore they do not need psychologists.

They need not weep over the worries that oppress them, crying tears like rain, then stopping as if they had already shed all negativity and proceeded to a so‑called reconciliation.

That is not shedding all negativity; it is drying up the spiritual spring in their hearts.

To tread such a central stage and walk such a path is by nature unrelated to the ordinary; the road that psychologists guide ordinary people along actually serves as a role of execution.

——To execute their obsessions and wear down their dreams.

Thus merging into the road as seen by ordinary people, yet on the central trainers' path they will gradually feel inadequate.

Before they voluntarily resign, how many superb sword blanks will they waste?

Aomo alone is too lazy to speculate on this.

He only knows that the chairman hiring psychologists is a reasonable consideration, but that nobody seeks them when needed is also the norm of this campus.

It's not a matter of good or bad; after all, before this, the students' psychological problems had no outlet, and they would more or less invite some trouble.

But now, he listens and intentionally guides his companions' attitudes toward worry, and even lets Xi Qifeng handle the publicity.

Having such an outlet, he instead hopes this situation can continue.

Although this is unfriendly to those few psychologists, perhaps some of them also long to show off their skills and put their learning to use, but Aomo indeed finds them obstructive.

Rather than inform the chairman and add complications, he naturally does nothing, merely quietly issuing himself a prescription as an unlicensed quack psychologist.

He also does not know when those licensed doctors will come looking for him.

But if they really do come looking, he is indifferent.

After all, not reporting to the chairman at this time avoids suspicion and trouble, and moreover his reasons are somewhat 'abstract'; merely speaking them aloud would likely fail to convince anyone.

Waiting for them to come back should yield some results.

He also intends to find time in this period to organize and polish his views, preparing a draft for the upcoming reversal trial segment.

But before that, an unexpected development occurred—namely, this afternoon the next day.

In less than a day, he received visits from seven trainers.

Although the visiting group, mixed with old acquaintances, mostly came to say hello, ask about recent affairs, and incidentally verify the truth of Xi Qifeng's publicity, while also chatting about some minor life worries, it is far from the realm of psychology.

But the publicity effect of Xi Qi Feng was still far beyond his expectation.

After all, school hasn't even started yet, and these seniors came specially.

And among the seven, five brought up the civil association that should have gone with Xi Qi Feng's departure.

It also left Aomo unsure whether to call this an inevitable commonality of overlapping circles, or whether this broken association was just so conspicuous as to draw the gazes of five successive central training officers.

Of course, saying the frequency is too high only applies to Aomo, who listened attentively the whole time and later reviewed and summarized his memory.

For Sai Luo, who lacks the habit of reviewing, even though Ultraman's memory recall might rival the intelligence of crystal elements, he could still utter a clear counter-question:

"Ah? What high frequency? What are you saying?"

"……"

This is somewhat regrettable; in that silence, Aomo couldn't help but think.

The information sensitivity of the Kingdom of Light Guard Brigade captain is just like that, so it's no wonder the laboratory's lost-and-found recovery efficiency is always low.