Although Milo, and honestly, most of his peers had absolutely no future in the practice of battle arts, that did not mean that Syklon could not teach them anything, to properly craft battle arts and attain her incredible understanding of the arts, she also had to simply be good at learning, adapting and creating battle styles.
Somehow, despite being so small and frail, she could box Milo and wrestle him into submission with one hand, while standing in equilibrium on one foot, absolutely ludicrous, both to experience and to watch, but no one was laughing, all had gotten the premium experience at least once before, her hands were too small to properly grasp them, but they just did.
This was the result of reaching the pinnacle of the arts, to the point that an unknown number of them were constantly active even if Syklon was sleeping, ranging from strength enhancements to automated reactions, it would not be a stretch to believe that all of the arts she could be seen using were actually always active, their requirements already fulfilled, or being fulfilled at all times.
"This, is what one would call a master of one, I gave everything up for the arts, closing paths forever is what one that thanspires to reach a certain peak should not hesitate to do, I used to be lined up to be a great magic caster as well, but I gave that up in favour of the arts…"
She twisted the boy's arm into a painful hold, his face turning red as he fought back the instinct to scream, and that seemed to be just about the only thing he could do, the rest of his body seemingly immobilised even though it was not caught in a hold too.
"...I also gave up the system and all of its boons too, meaning that I rejected the stats, choosing to stay with my frail body as all that I had, but I also rejected the handy weapon skills that allow one to understand your arms and styles better by just practising like always, that was probably the biggest thing I gave up, considering what I wanted to accomplish" finally letting go of Milo.
"For you, you shouldn't pay attention to more convoluted and finer techniques outside of learning how to counter them, your main point is pure strength, you have not gained much XP at all, so it means that you have the striking force of a bear naturally, don't bother spinning around and looking graceful, punch your foes in the mouth and kick them in the knees" Syklon signalled for Ohrn to pass over a manual, written by herself, specifically for Milo's eyes to read.
She ended up telling similar things to most of the other students, those that had no talents in the arts needed to use their strong points and focus on it, if one was nimbler than average, stronger, more instinctive, also for those that even after having gone through the repeated physical trainings of Rosemary, had not been stellar in things that required muscles, she simply directed them to learn to hide themselves better as they cast spells from afar.
They had heard such things from their magic teacher as well, but of course, her teachings were more related to mana and all.
Helena was in a similar spot as Milo was, being pretty much the opposite of Syklon in physicality, the swordmaster had stopped growing early, Helena seemed to not want to stop, to the point that people were seriously considering that she was part giant, despite these natural advantages, such as having much more reach than everyone but the shieldmaster himself and being about on par with Menhirel, the talent holder of the shield category.
Despite that, it was obvious that she should focus on her spell casting, her affinity with the wind element was almost outrageous and favoured high movement speeds and unseen attacks, still, it would be a shame to not put all that extra musculature to good use, so Syklon gave her a rundown to use her wind attribute to do some hit and run.
After all of this, most of the students that could make use of some arts were only given a few to try and learn, their instructor not expecting any outstanding, except for the two that could actually hope to do more than basic enhancements with battle arts.
'A real gem that one' she thought, this kid was way too enthusiastic all the time, but being that he devoted some much time to honing his sword skills, Syklon could not help but like his attitude, with him, everything had to be about the sabre.
His blade was his main weapon, his element was all about swords, and he focused on using it to reinforce his swordsmanship despite having access to ranged attacks with it, he would rather close the distance instead.
Griar knew what he wanted to do, and how he wanted to put his blade to work, although his style was unlike that of the knights he seemed to admire so much, in Tamaris and most of the continent, knights were fully armoured men that usually carried long weapons, swinging with destructive force and capable of taking hits of equal might without budging.
Knights in Tochi tended to put a bit too much faith in overwhelming speed and single strikes.
The young noble fell somewhere in between, and his single-minded focus was reflected in his talent for the arts.
It was a bit odd, but then again, few things were sensical in this world, Griar had a talent for battle arts, that was undeniable, Syklon could sense it but it did not mean he could learn arts easily, his talent laid in creating his own arts, just like the rest, he had a clear idea of what he wanted to do with this aptitude.
She would simply guide him and assist in honing his pure sword skills, afterwards, he would go spar with Ohrn, who might be lesser than his lady, but was certainly no rookie and he also had the advantage of having lots of experience due to his age.
Lastly, also talented not in the broadest of terms but still tremendously so.
"Antieeld, how are you today?"
"I am fine, thanks for asking" the young commandant also wielded a sabre, but considering her position, it should not be drenched with blood unless things went haywire.
Which was why, in accordance with her talent as a leader, her talent with the arts relied on commanding and empowering troops, inspiring them.
"Say, Miss Syklon… Would you happen to know a particular battle art? One that requires the user to swing a halberd adorned with a banner to summon foggy soldiers? I have been meaning to ask for a while…"
"That's the art used by the plague knight, right?" Syklon feinted being deep in thoughts, instead debating whether she should be honest or not.
To lie for the girl's good, or tell the truth, for the girl's good?
To lie and keep things as they are, or tell the truth, renewing hope?
Lady Syklon was not the best at this sort of things.