Book 2: Chapter 225: Gentle Sea Breeze
Vol 2 Chapter 225 Gentle Sea Breeze
Reciting theory, sketching runes, understanding principles, Sylutia kept busy studying. Nox's trove of secret-arts knowledge was vast; most of it was beyond her current ability to master or practice. To avoid wasting those precious two months, Sylutia had to force herself to memorize whatever she couldn't yet digest.
Fortunately, the Secret Word aspect offered many methods to aid memory and recording, and she used every available technique during this period.
Night Reflection Tea, Mnemonic Method, Thread-Weaving Memory Technique, and so on.
Among them, the Thread-Weaving Memory Technique was a special skill. It used pictographic strokes to outline many patterns and symbols, and those patterns were connected—drawn with a single continuous line from start to finish. That approach allowed quick associative leaps: one or two pictograms could convey a tremendous amount of meaning. By remembering the image, one could rely on muscle memory from the pen strokes plus the visual scene to store the concept, converting abstract theoretical ideas into multi-dimensional sensory information and making the memory far deeper.
Learning this technique initially required a lot of groundwork, such as studying what each pictogram represented, how to draw them fluidly, and how a single stroke could string together various pieces of information. It was the kind of skill that started painfully slow and difficult, but once familiar, provided immense convenience.
With these methods and techniques, Sylutia's learning speed steadily increased. She barely kept up with the plan. By the end of the two months, she expected to have at least a rough mastery of the bird runes Nox taught.
A month later in the evening, it was time to leave school again, but the girl still sat in the lighthouse study, quickly writing down what she had learned that day. Black ink on pale yellow paper formed a single flowing line as she sketched patterns and symbols, then used them to reinforce her memory.
Nox descended slowly from upstairs in his wheelchair and watched the black-haired girl at the desk.